"Wakey, wakey, Sleeping Beauty." Someone above me said.

"Rye, your flirting skills suck." Cyra sighed as I opened my eyes.

"It's a nickname, not a flirt thing." He took my arm and wanted to pull me up, but I flinched and smacked his hand away, another image of Kane appearing.

God, what is wrong with me?

"You alright there?" Rye wondered, concern washing over his face.

"Yeah, fine." I quickly got up myself and looked around. We ended up sleeping in the sand, my hair probably full of it. The daylight also made me able to finally see the siblings their faces.

First I met Rye's blue eyes. A few strands of his brown hair hung in front of his eyes, parted in the middle. A purple shirt covered his torso, black pants under them. Our height wasn't that big of a difference, he was the same height as Minho, maybe shorter.
He stood there very confidently, watching me too, probably inspecting my features like I was doing with him. And I had to admit he was quite good looking.. not better than Minho or Newt, of course, but definitely good.

"You guys done?" Cyra asked from my right. Then I turned to her too.

Cyra had the same hair and eye color as Rye, though her face shape was different from his. She wore an orange-reddish jacket with black jeans, tighter than mine. She was the opposite of Rye's height. She was very short, like Chuck.

Rye nodded. "Yep. Ready to go."

I agreed and grabbed my backpack off the ground, putting it on my back before following Cyra, who already walked a few feet further away from us while Rye was next to me.

"So what're you doing here all alone?" He questioned after a while.

"Looking for my friends." I didn't give away too much information. I didn't even know those two!

"Did you get lost?" He frowned and thought about how I could possibly lose my friends.

I sighed. "They thought I died, which is true, but now I rose from death."

He chuckled. "Interesting."

"Mhm." I hummed and kept up a firm pace. "So where are y'all heading too?"

"The mountains," Cyra shouted from a distance. "We heard some people talk about a safe place."

"The Right Arm." I realized. "And where did you come from?"

"Our mom," Cyra replied.

I muted a giggle with my hand as Rye started explaining. "When I was about twelve years old these guards came in our house. Our parents were prepared, so let us hit in a bunker under our house.. but they got shot when they wouldn't admit where we were."

A feeling of pity formed in me. "Oh, I'm so sorry for you guys." I couldn't imagine what it would be like to go through that since I couldn't remember a thing, but felt bad.

"So then I took care of my little sister who was ten. Then she learned how to use a gun, I learned how to fight, and we got this far." He explained. "And what about you? Your family?"

"I can't remember my family." I shrugged.

His eyes widened a bit. "Can't remember?"

"Nope." I shook my head. "Can't remember my childhood or literally anything that happened two months ago."

"Did you get brain damage?" Cyra blurted out.

"No." I laughed lightly. "WICKED took my memories away."

"I know that name," Rye admitted, letting me know I didn't have to explain the whole damn thing. "And after that?"

"They send me up into a maze along with some others, then I got shot by saving a friend, but got saved myself." I summarized.

"And now you're searching for your friends?"

"Yep, we're meeting at the mountains," I said.

Rye and I kept walking and without even noticing it, I took steps away from him, like I was scared he would do something to me.

"Why are you doing that?" He suddenly asked.

"Doing what?" I looked up in confusion.

"Walking away from me."

"Because you stink, Rye!" Cyra shouted.

My cheeks heat up. "I don't know. Maybe you have the Flare."

He gave me a crooked smile. "You're a bad liar."

"I've heard that before." I tried to twist around the subject.

I wasn't planning on telling anyone what happened, especially not Minho and Newt. They would think I was weak for not being able to fight the men off or resist the drink.. and if I would say no to every single touch they made, they would think I assumed them as the men.

"But why?" Rye bugged.

"Do birds fly?" I rhymed. "Because they have wings."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Nice reply."

"I know right." I swallowed and sped up my walking.

"You're kind of avoiding the conversation." Rye realized.

God, will he just shut up about it? Why can no one ever shut up when I hint them to?

"Isn't that just perfect, Captain Obvious?"

Maybe I was using Minho's way of hiding his feelings.. and to be honest, it worked damn well. It was great to reply in sarcasm.

"You always this sarcastic?" Rye almost started jogging to keep up with me.

"Minho taught me." I blurted out.

"Minho? Who's he?"

My face got even redder at that question and it really got me thinking. What was he from me? A friend? Crush definitely, but I wasn't going to tell Rye that.

I cleared my throat. "He's a friend." 

"Convincing," Rye muttered.

"He is," I assured. "He's one of the boys we're meeting at the mountains."

"One of them? How many boys are there?" Cyra wondered.

"Six," I replied. "There's one of them I don't know, but the rest are my best friends. One girl."

"Why all boys?"

"I was in the maze with fifty boys for a month, so didn't really have a chance, did I?" I let out a fake chuckle.

"Where are the others? The other boys?"

"You're Thomasing me." I blurted out, not wanting to talk about all the boys I lost. It hurt too much.

"Thomasing?" Rye gave me a weird glance.

"It's a friend of mine who always asks questions," I explained. "So you're Thomasing me."

"You've got quite an interesting life story," Rye admitted, then he stopped walking and inspected me. "You never told us your name."

"It's Sleeping Beauty. Like you said."

He laughed again but then turned serious. "What is it?"

I sighed. "It's Jane."

"That's a nice one," Cyra shouted.

Rye gave me a nod. "I like it."

"Thanks." And before I even thought for a second, I blurted out the next thing. "Call me whatever you want, but not love, Shebean, Janey, or my dear.. thank you."

Then my eyes widened. Oh god, I did not just say that!

"Anyone ever called you my dear?" Rye scoffed as a dark feeling washed over me. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No. Just don't call me that." I swallowed once again, hiding the hurt in my voice. I lost count of how many men had called me that and I never wanted to hear it again.. or make physical contact.

And I was starting to think the things that happened in the pub affected me a little too much.

"Alright, Sleeping Beauty."

My cheeks turned red. Well.. that nickname was also an option.