Days passed by and the only reason my mood started getting better was because Newt was always next to me. At first I thought I would be ignored after the new girl, Teresa arrived, but he actually stayed by my side, making fun of people when I was down or telling me random jokes that weren't at all funny. His presence was a blessing as it made me think less of Minho.

However occasionally, when I came back from a run with the guys and my eyes met Minho's, he just looked away quickly as if he didn't even want to know I existed. When we talked about his feelings, I told him to behave with me like he does with everyone else. But it clearly skipped his mind, because he ignored me in every possible way. And was I annoyed? Can't even describe how much. I knew he wanted to forget his feelings, I knew he wanted to keep a formal working relationship, but his weird behaviour made it very difficult to get along.

I was running in the Maze along with Thomas, trying to find a way out as usual, but nothing seemed out of place. I started getting bored of always seeing the same thing and the fact that we didn't see anything new, frustrated me. There had to be a way out or a way in, whatever it would be called and it seemed strange that even after years noone has found anything.

As we have arrived to the doors, way ahead of time, a worried Hank welcomed me back. His face showed pain. I didn't have to wait for him much longer to speak up.

"Newt." He said simply and my eyes widened. "He got injured." I didn't wait for him to continue, I ran to the Mad-hut, almost ripping out the door. My eyes immediately snapped over to the blonde man half sitting, half laying on the bed. I ran to him and without a word I threw my arms around his neck, pulling him into a strong hug.

"Y/N, I can't breath." He struggled with his words. I let go of the hold, but stayed close enough to his face to be intimidating.

"What did you do, you shuck-face?" I groaned in frustration.

"Nothing, we were just joking around and I fell off the Lookout tree. But I was already climbing down, so it's only a sprained ankle." He tried to explain, but I was way too furious.

"Well guess what. I don't care if you are dying or if it's just a sprain, do not ever dare to scare me like that again or I will make sure to end your life when you recovered." I threatened him, but he just grinned in response.

"Aren't you cute, when you are worried?" He asked jokingly, but I just groaned at him. I knew he was trying to annoy me on purpose, but he still succeeded.

"Just slim it and pay attention shuck-face." I said and flicked his forehead in frustration.

"Hey!" He complained and started scratching the middle of his forehead. I retreated a bit to give him some space and that's when I realised the third person in the room as he let out an awkward cough. At once I felt like a little ant. I didn't want him to see this scene and misunderstand the situation. I nodded acknowledging his presence and he returned it. "I should get injured more often so I can see you get worried about me." He chuckled.

"Slinthead." I said simply and walked towards the door.

"Come on, don't leave, I'm just teasing you." He tried to convince me to stay, but I didn't feel like it.

"Too late, hope you are in pain." I said with an evil grin while leaving them behind.

Hours went by, while I was trying to make myself busy. I went to the Map-room straight after I left Newt, but even I didn't understand why as I had nothing to map up. Then I took my time in the kitchen munching on one bit of food for minutes if not more. At last, after I felt like time has stopped, I just walked back to the Med-hut with a bag of snacks from Frypan to check on Newt. I knocked on the door and a tired voice granted access to me.

"Y/N." He smiled gently as I closed the door behind me. "You missed me already?" He smirked. He didn't seem to be unwell and I wanted to facepalm myself for getting so worked up about his injury earlier.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah... think what you want." I let it go this time. I placed the bag of snacks next to him on a wooden drawer.

"Is it for me?" He asked looking at the transparent packaging containing different types of food.

"No, I brought them so later I can take them back. What do you think, slinthead?" I questioned while rolling my eyes.

"Even when you try to be harsh, it's still cute." He chuckled and I shook my head annoyed. "I loved your little stunt when you visited me. God, did you have an impact on Minho." He laughed out loud. I frowned in confusion, unable to understand what he meant. I didn't have to ask though, he continued without a word from me. "When you left, he acted so weird. He didn't know how to take your behaviour. He even asked me if we were dating." I looked at him eagerly waiting for him to continue. "Of course, I said to him that we didn't, but just to tease him a bit, I also told him that I wouldn't have mind if we did." He smirked.

"What? Are you insane? Why did you do that?" I asked in disbelief. I hid my face in my palms and sighed heavily.

"For the response I expected to get." He smiled as I opened my fingers, - while still hiding my face - to be able to look at him. "He was furious. He said he doesn't ever want to see us together. He said it would probably be even more painful than getting stung by a Griever. So I said to him that he can't expect you not to start liking someone else, when he has rejected you already." He stopped for a dramatic break and I wanted to suffocate him for that. "He said he knew he shouldn't have gotten confused about his feelings and that he could have handled it differently, but he doesn't know how to correct it. He said he would turn back time if he could, because if he has to see you with someone other than him, he will probably go mental." Newt smiled at me gently, but I just stood up and started walking to the door. "Do you not want to hear the rest of it?" He asked frowning.

"No, I don't." I sighed. "You see, I can't keep this push and pull relationship up. I told him I liked him the first time, which he reacted by ignoring me after. Then by ignoring me, he got me in trouble. Then he became all sweet again by apologising and acting as if nothing happened. Then he got confused about his feelings and instead of asking me to be with him, he decided to forget his feelings. Or at least to act like that. And instead of once again coming to me and talking to me, I hear all of this from you." I shook my head in frustration. "I understand it's hard, but I can't keep doing this. If he can't follow his feelings and he can't convey his feelings either, that is not my fault." I explained desperately. 

"But, he did convey them." I shook my head as he interrupted me.

"He never actually physically said he liked me. Just that he has had feelings for me. And to be fair, even if he liked me, - because that is what we all think - he doesn't want to. So for the last time Newt, I don't ever want to talk about Minho or our feelings again." I said firmly and walked out the door without a second thought.