5
This morning when I woke up, I couldn't open the door to Newt's room. I was locked inside. I kept on pulling on the door handle with all my might, but to no avail. "Is anybody there?" I tried to call out, feeling irritated at the fact that I needed help from other people.
"There may or may not be a good looking guy out here." That irritating voice. No way am I asking for help. "Is there anyone else besides you?" I said, sitting on the floor. "Do you want me to open the shucking door or not? I have things to do, you know." His voice faltered a little, as if he was holding back a laugh.
"Fine, just open the bloody door." I said and pushed myself up to get away from the door, but Minho's large shirt got caught in a twig that hanged out from the wall, pulling me back to where I stood. "Okay one, two," "No wait!" "Three!"
The door opened and I turned around, making it hit me in the fucking arm. "Shuck!" Minho grunted in pain. "Holy shit!" I hissed and looked at the big bruise that was starting to form on my left arm. "Minho you stupid-" I got cut off as I saw him on the floor, he held his injured foot, as if trying to ease the pain. "You stupid asshole." I finished.
"What happened to you?" He asked, looking at my arm. "You hit me with the door, Mr. Genius. What happened to you?" "I fell down when I pushed your door, turns out something was just caught up in the door. Realized it too late."
I sighed, might as well help him. I approached him and held out a hand. "I'll bring you to the Med-Jacks?" He took my hand and I placed it around me. "Can you take me to the Map Room instead?" "What? But your foot-" "Oh please. My foot is finer than you." "I could drop you right now if I wanted to." "I know you won't let go."
We reached the Map Room, I've never really gotten inside before, 'runners only', they say. A map of The Maze stands in the middle of the room, about half of it still missing. "Its far from finished." I said. "Obviously."
The map.
Wicked is good.
I gently dropped Minho to one of the chairs and held my head in my hands. I need to remember. "Nicole?" I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Hey shuckface, what's happening?"
Wicked.
"Wicked." I whispered. He nodded. "They're the ones who put us in here, I think. It says 'PROPERTY OF WICKED' on the supplies they send us." Minho explained. My headache slowly ceased, and I ran a hand through my hair, realizing it's brown. "Woah, I have brown hair." "What, you just knew?" "Yeah, I've never really bothered with it before."
A moment of silence took its time between us, Minho wrote down notes, studied the maze, while I just sat down, waiting for my next job. I was getting bored, so I tapped him on the arm. "Yeah?"
"Minho, describe how I look." I said. "You look like a shuckface." I rolled my eyes and hit him on the arm. "Come on! I'm just curious." He sighed and put down his pencil, facing towards me. His eyes hovered over my face. "You have prominent eyebrows, they make you look...fierce." He chuckled. "You have these big, blue eyes that turn a beautiful greenish color when light hits them." I stared into his dark ones, feeling something I've never felt with Minho. Or anyone else, for that matter. Stupid, you could've had a boyfriend and not remember. He scooted closer to me, went back, then got closer again, as if he's unsure of what he wants to do. What's this feeling? "You have a cute nose, not that sharp, just...cute." He flicked my nose with his finger, and me, not used to his current actions, slapped his hand away. "And your lips," He paused, his eyes lingering a little too long. "Your lips are--"
"Minho!" Chuck burst through the door, sweat rolling on the sides of his face. That's when I realized how close Minho and I are. I cleared my throat and straightened up. "What?" Minho irritatedly asked. Chuck was breathless and tired, fear evident in his actions. "Its Newt."
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Its short but I thought it would make for a good cliffhanger. 😔