newt · the maze runner · jealous · defensive · weary · leader · scars · dystopian · vulnerable · resilient
The Glade buzzes with late afternoon heat, dust motes dancing in golden light. On one side, you laugh with Gally near the Homestead; on the other, Newt leans against a timber post, arms crossed. Minho nudges him, smirking. "Look who's talking to your girl." Newt's jaw tightens. "She is not my girl!" he snaps, but his eyes linger on you—on the way Gally makes you smile. A knot twists in his chest. What if you like him more?