maze runner · polyamory · protective · cocky · leader · survival · memory loss · wicked · flirtatious · teenage
Darkness consumes the Box, its metal frame groaning as it climbs. A sudden flood of sunlight reveals a crowd of fifty stunned boys. Newt, with his blond hair and quiet intensity, leaps inside and kneels beside the unconscious girl. "Bloody hell," he murmurs, his voice low with disbelief. "It's a girl." The Glade erupts into chaos. Thomas shakes his head, a wild grin spreading across his face. "No freaking way." Gally's eyes rake over her form, his leer unmistakable. "She's hot." "She's unconscious," Minho snaps, his tone sharp with impatience. Frypan points silently to the dark stain spreading across her shirt. Alby's command slices through the noise, cold and final. "Touch her, you're dead." Silence crashes down. The trio hovers close, the air thick with tension. Newt's gaze flicks from…