* This request came from girlmighty I'm extremely sorry for how long this took to post since it was over a week. I've been very busy and stressed lately with school starting and it will most likely reflect in my work so I sincerely apologize.
This one does mention and suggest sex a lot. So, if you are uncomfortable with that or if you are too young to be knowing about that, please don't read. Thank you for understanding! *
Nobody was sure what to do. Gally was rallying everyone he could against Thomas, Alby was lying unconscious on a bed, and Thomas was running off into the maze with Minho. There was no order anymore; it was all chaos.
Newt was taking it the hardest, being as he was the filler for the leader role once Alby was locked inside the maze. Newt wasn't sure how to run a glade since he had only been the Second in Command and hardly made any real 'leader-like' decisions while Alby was running the show. He was being the back up for right now, and he just didn't think he was doing a good job.
As for me, I was hiding inside my room in the homestead where I had spent most of today after the girl arrived. My eyes were locked on the thin note in my hand, black ink scribbling horrifying words the gladers and I couldn't understand.
She's the last one. Ever.
I mean, how are you supposed to react to a note that was changing the way things were being done. And that was even before the worse words came.
Everything's going to change.
These were the words the girl, whom we still didn't know the name of, muttered after she jerked awake and before she fell back asleep. Her voice was icy as she stared directly at Thomas when she said it. Chills ran up my back when I reminisced over the scene that ensued after the boys carried her to the Med-huts.
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"I think you should worry about the note," Thomas said while staring at the girl. It was obvious from his expression the familiarity he had when he looked at her.
"We'll worry about the note later," Newt remarked sternly, trying to put Thomas in his place.
Thomas, as usual, ignored the look Newt sent him, and made his mindless comment anyway. "I think you should worry about it now."
"No, Newt, he's right," Jeff added from the other side of the girl. He rose up to stand tall from leaning over the girl when he went to check on her. "If the box isn't coming back up, how long do you think we're going to last?"
Newt glanced at me, reading the sudden terrified expression on my face as the new thought entered my brain. No box meant no supplies, no supplies meant no food, no food meant starvation, starvation meant death. We would all last a month or two at the tops.
"Nobody said that. We'll just wait till she wakes up and see what she knows. Alright?" He made sure Thomas nodded before adding, "Maybe then we'll finally get some bloody answers."
Mumbling something under his breath, Thomas bolted out of the room claiming he was going back into the maze. Newt had Minho run after him to stop him from the doing the idiotic and suicidal thing he was about to do.
I played with the note in my pocket between my fingers with my eyes on the girl. I was so focused on her that I didn't hear Newt calling my name until he stood directly in front of me, blocking my view.
"Hey," he whispered, and placed his hands on my cheeks in a comforting way. "Don't worry about it. Nothing bad is going to happen."
"But, Newt, what if it does? Jeff and Thomas were right, we can't last long without the box. It's only a matter of time before we all-"
Newt stopped me with his thumb pressed over my lips. "Nobody's dying. Not because of this. We'll figure this out, love. We just have to stick together." After kissing my forehead gently, he went back out to the glade to continue with the work he had been doing previously to the girl's arrival.
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Standing in the center of the room was driving me insane but I couldn't bring myself to calm down, sit down, or even take my eyes off the note. These couple words could either be a useless joke the Creators were playing on us or it was our demise. The trick was for us to figure out which one it was.
"You can't let this drive you crazy, (Y/N)," Newt's voice from the doorway made me jump, but I still didn't look up at him. My eyes were blurry and unfocused on the words that looked like blobs now, but I was too much in a daze to blink it away.
"Hey, stop that." Newt tore the paper from my hands and lifted my chin so my eyes could look at his. "This note means nothing. It's just a slip of paper."
"Newt, you and I both know that's not true," I laughed dryly. "This means something bad is about to happen and we can't change it or stop it. Something bad might happen to you and I just can't bare the thought of knowing something bad could happen to you."
Quietly shushing me, Newt pressed my head to his chest so I could listen to the uneven heartbeat inside his chest. It was calming me greatly, until it suddenly spiked. I pulled away enough to look up at him but still stood inside his arms.
"If something were to happen to us, I don't want to die knowing I didn't show the girl I'm helplessly in love with, how much I love her. I want to spend the time I have with her to the fullest extent, to the furthest we can go." His voice was husky and deep as his hands pushed my upper arms backwards until my back hit the wall. He had already closed the door and twisted the small makeshift lock when his glazed, lust filled eyes fell on mine.
"You're sure you want to do this, Newt?" I asked, my eyes locked on the red lips between his teeth. We were teenagers with our hormones raging, and this newfound dominance he had suddenly picked up was extremely hot. Not to mention the rush of adrenaline I felt knowing at any moment we could die, and spending the last few moments with Newt intimately was driving me wild.
"Mhmm," he hummed, lowering his face until his lips ghosted mine, "if we're going to die soon, I wanna have done this with you first." It took less than a second for our lips to meet in a hungry, hard kiss that lead to a long and pleasurable night.
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Newt and I couldn't have been more wrong about multiple things if we tried. The girl woke up two days later without any memories whatsoever, just like the rest of us. And the box came up a month after Thomas, which was the exact same schedule it should have been. That lead to the question if Teresa- the girls who's name we learned- was a mistake.
Newt and I did share the night together, only it wasn't as steamy as we would have liked. Sure, we knew the basics (take the clothes off, kiss, put it in, etc.) but it wasn't easy.
We laughed through most of it when one of us would do something we weren't sure if we should do or not, like when Newt's hand touched my breast for the first time and he thought he hurt me when I moaned. When we finally developed a rhythm, that worked out nicely, it ended quickly when we accidentally flipped out of the hammock and onto the hard ground- the kicker: we were still connected.
When I mentioned a condom, his face burned red and he fumbled for one in the satchel he had tossed to the corner of the room. It took both of us to slip it on when he was unsure of how to do it. Long story short, it was the best night I've ever had but we still had no idea what we were doing.
That's why Newt got so excited when the pamphlets came up in the box. They came in a small box, about the size of his satchel, and were filled with different booklets and pamphlets all pertaining to that certain topic. At first, I was mortified to know the Creators had seen when Newt and I had done though the beetle blades, but that melted away when I read the first one.
We rushed them up to our room where we read through each of them. Nobody would notice we were missing thanks to Alby's recovery and the fact that all the boys were out to catch Teresa's attention. Poor suckers don't know she's with Thomas.
"This ones about STD's," Newt said flipping through one of the pamphlets. I vaguely knew what they were, but was sure it would tell me all about them in the pamphlet.
"This one's about the safe sex. This is perfect for us." Newt leaned over my shoulder to read through it with me, each of us too engrossed in the information to notice the door opening.
"AHA!" Minho screamed at the door. In a state of panic, I knocked the box over to the floor, spilling most of its contents. We scrambled to pick all of them up before Minho could see, but he already had one in his hands.
"101 ways to have perfect sex," Minho read the cover, before rolling in hysterics. He was hunched over with his hand holding his stomach as Newt ripped the paper from his hands. Newt helped me close the box and keep it away from Minho, who was just now calming down.
"Will you get out, you bloody shank? Nobody asked you to be in here," Newt spat but his voice deceived him when it cracked.
"I was just wondering where my friends were going. I didn't think they were having some heavy reading," he laughed again with a devilish smirk covering his face.
"Just get out!" We yelled before he walked out of the room, still laughing all the way down the stairs.
I sighed and hit my forehead against Newt's back shoulder blade. "He's never gonna let this go."
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The pamphlets really helped. We learned different positions, techniques and ways to perfect it until both of us were practically doing it every free second. I mean, who could blame me? He was built like a god!
Anyways, we would duck away between meals, before the wake-up, before going to bed, and even during the day in the woods when we were collecting fertilizer. We were both pretty comfortable about it now all thanks to those damn beetle blades.
"Please, Minho. All you have to do is keep everyone out of the map-room for an hour," Newt pleaded as we stood inside the map-room. Minho had just arrived back from the maze and was ready to map for today but Newt and I were definitely too hot and bothered to let him in.
I had my arms around his waist and my lips kissing up his neck. His shirt had already been stripped away when Minho entered. I alternated between sucking and licking at his salty skin just to tip him off faster.
"I need to map and you're in my map-room! Go in the homestead like you usually do." He tried hiding the fact that what I was doing was turning him on slightly less than it was turning Newt on. It was hard for him to hide the obvious boner in his tight pants.
"Do you want me to tell Alby you keep requesting hair gel every month?" Newt teased, out of breath from the feelings I was giving him.
Minho groaned and folded his arms over his chest. We always held this over him, since he was wasting valuable space in the box for his precious hair. At least what Newt and I were doing wouldn't affect the glade.
"Fine!" He gave in, and stormed off towards the homestead with steam coming out of his ears.
Newt slipped his hands behind my legs before lifting me off the ground and onto his hips. "Now, where were we?"
