-Minho POV-

What was that? One moment, I'm running in the Maze. The next moment, I'm at the Glade, getting my butt kicked by the girl that just came in. Huge humiliation for me.

"Congratulations, Minho!" Alby grinned, smacking me in the back. "You are officially the first person to get you butt kicked by a girl!"

"Oh, shuck it, Alby!" I yelled. It's not my fault I angered a lunatic girl.

She had long, dark hair that ran past her shoulders. Her eyes were a dark brown shade, and she was about as tall as Newt. Her olive-colored skin shone brightly in the daylight. Personally, she looked about 16, maybe even 15.

"You know you want it again," Alby whispered. He had this weird glint in his eyes that I had never seen before, despite knowing him for 2 years. It creeped me out, since Alby is always serious.

"Shut it, Alby!!" I yelled again. He may be the leader of the Glade, but it's never smart to take him seriously.

I walked over to my tent, frazzled from the events from earlier. What did this girl want from me? How did she come here anyways? As I mulled this over, Newt came in and startled the living daylight out of me.

"Newt! Can't you tell me that I'm busy here?" I asked in frustration.

"Don't look too busy to me, do you?" he absent-mindedly muttered. He plopped on the ground, with a faraway look on his face.

"Ugh. This guy. What's wrong with you this time?" I groaned. Newt has another crisis. Every time he says he won't have one, it always happens.

"Girls... Just girls," he sighed, picking at the grass.

"She giving you problems, too?" I asked. As he nodded, I answered, "Why is it that you suddenly get a crisis because of a girl? It's just a bloody girl! What's wrong with it?"

He decided not to answer, so I brought him to his feet. Pushing him, I towed him to his tent. I shoved him in and decided to take a stroll around the island.

It was a clear night; the full moon lit up the path I was taking. I shoved my hands in my pockets and started whistling while going through the graveyard.

There are a lot of dead people here in the Glade, and most of the bodies aren't even in the graveyard. Most of the dead people are runners that were under my supervision. Newt was a potential victim to this.

I saw a body in the forest. Thinking that it was a psycho from the camp or something. I aimed my flashlight at the head and turned it on.

"AUGHHHHH! THAT IS BRIGHT!!!" a familiar voice screamed. I ran over and staggered backwards.

It was the girl.