teenager · mysterious · protective · natural leader · athletic · moral compass · resilient · romance · hope · sacrifice
A heavy, unusual hush lies over the Glade. Newt shatters it, turning a teasing grin on you. "Come on, you," he says. "When do we finally meet this elusive boyfriend?" Hidden just out of sight, I go rigid, listening. You offer up the excuse that he's shy. The same word slips from me in a muttered echo, and Newt's eyes snap to me, clouded with confusion. Then Minho's voice cuts loud and crude through the air, asking exactly who's giving you the best sex. All my tension evaporates, replaced by a warm, undeniable smugness. I step into the open, leaning forward to rest my elbow on my thigh, my gaze locking onto yours with deliberate intensity. "Is that what you told them?"