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"Don't peek!" I said as I scrubbed the dirt off my face. "I'm not interested." He chuckled. I let the cold water run down my body, feeling cleaner and more relaxed every moment I spent here. "Hurry up, the other boys are gonna be here in a while."
I quickly rinsed off, drying myself with the towel Minho provided me. "Thanks for the shirt, asshole." "Sure thing, shuckface."
The blue button up I borrowed ended mid-thigh, leaving a lot of leg for everyone to see. This made me uncomfortable. "Uh, do you have pants? That'll fit me? This is too short." I bet my cheeks are red from embarassment. I hate asking help from people. "Yeah I have some in my room."
I opened the shower door, and Minho was standing with his back faced towards me. He has really lean shoulders. "Can I borrow some, too?" He turned around, his high quiff not moving an inch. His eyebrows raised for a second as he looked at me, then he diverted his eyes somewhere else. "Sure, hurry up."
I dried my hair as we walked through the Glade, and the stares and glances I was getting isn't doing good to my situation. Minho noticed, and he glared at every boy he'll catch that stares. Wow, is everybody here that scared of him?
He grabbed my wrist and dragged me faster into the homestead. "Hey, easy!" I flinched, pulling my wrist away from his grasp. He ignored me but let go of my wrist, entering one of the rooms. He grabbed a pair of gray sweatpants then threw them to me. "Watch it, asshole." I grunted as the fabric hit my face.
After pulling them on, I noticed his grumpy attitude. "What's wrong?" I asked and sat beside him on the bed. "Nothing, just those boys don't seem to know the word respect." "Its not like they can lay a finger on me, I'll break it before they even have the chance to touch me." I chuckled, trying to lighten up his mood. What?
Just then, the door opened. "Nicole! Thought I'd find you here. You'll be staying in Newt's room." Alby said, peeking through the door. I stood up and turned to face Minho. "Thanks for the clothes." He nodded in response. I followed Alby out the door to a room just a few steps away from Minho's.
A few knocks later and Newt emerged from the room, a towel resting on the mop of blonde hair on his head. He wasn't wearing a shirt, exposing everything a girl would ever want to see. A few drips of water rested on his chest. My eyes traced down to his abdomen, and holy shit its heaven.
"Oh, come in." I followed Newt inside, then Alby closed the door behind me. "Sorry, I just got out of the shower." I can listen to him talk all day. "Its okay." "You can sleep on the bed." I shook my head and sat on the ground, patting the floor beneath me. "I'll just sleep here." He grabbed a few blankets from the bed and laid them on the floor, along with one pillow. "I' ll sleep on the floor, just take the bed." He chuckled.
"Fine, let's both sleep on the floor." I childishly said, crossing my arms infront of my chest. "Wait, are those Minho's clothes?" He asked with a laugh. "Yeah, didn't have anything to wear."
"Stay on the floor if you want, but if you get the bloody least uncomfortable, I will carry you to this bed." He said before laying down on his bed. "Yes, sir."
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Soft pillows. Warm. Comfortable. My eyes opened, letting a bit of the sun enter. I stretched my arms, along with a small yawn. Oh, I'm in the bed. Why am I in the bed?
I looked down on the floor, and there Newt was. Still dozing off. Stupid shuckface, I told him to stay on the bed. "Newt, wake up." I called from the bed, too lazy to stand up. "You're still gonna run. Hey."
He moved a little, his blonde hair falling attractively on his face. "Don't...wanna.." "Newt!" He opened his eyes in an instant. "Good, I think you overslept." He got up and opened the door to his room. "Bloody hell, I did. Thanks for waking me up." "You'll explain why you put me on the bed later." I said before leaving him alone to get ready. "Alright, alright." He chuckled and closed the door.
"Good morning Nicole, had a nice sleep?" Chuck greeted, that cute smile still plastered on his face. "Yeah, thanks to Newt." I laughed. "Oh by the way, you'll be working with the Med-Jacks today." "When will I be a runner?" Chuck smiled dismissively at me. "I don't know."
From the corner of my eye, I saw a familiar quiff of hair running towards the maze, along with Newt and others. "They leave so early." "They have to, the Maze closes, remember?" I nodded my head.
Life as a Med-Jack is so boring. I've been here for hours and not one injury has happened. Not that I want an injury to happen, just, I don't have anything to do. "Is everyday like this?" I asked Clint who sat on his chair. "Most days." He shrugged. "Gets pretty boring here, you know." I nodded in agreement.
The door opened. Has someone been injured? Yes! I mean, oh no...injury. Newt came into the room, along with Minho who seemed to be in pain. "What happened?" I asked, helping Newt place Minho on the bed.
"We were running in the inner parts of the maze when he fell and sprained his ankle." Newt explained. Minho's face scrunched up in pain as Clint placed his left foot on a higher surface. "Its minor, you'll be able to run again in 2 days tops." Minho nodded his head. Our eyes met as he looked around, and I gave him a smirk. "You are so stupid." I said and rolled my eyes.
"Not as stupid as you, shuckface." "Hey stop, what are you twelve?" Newt said in attempt to stop us. "Yeah, on a scale of one to ten." Minho shot back, making me laugh a little. He really is a little sass queen.
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Thomas is gonna be entering the maze later in the story. This takes place kind of a little while before that.
I have like 10 reads all in all hope this gets more reads! 💕