Maze Runner the Choice
Newt was sitting behind the homestead when Thomas stomped up to him, fists clenched and his face full of anger. Surprised, Newt stood up. Without hesitating, Thomas raised a fist and punched Newt in the face. Newt stumbled back, holding a hand on his bleeding nose.
"What's bloody wrong with you Tommy?" Newt cried.
"What's wrong? Minho, just told me you said, not to let me run the Maze!"
"Tommy," Newt didn't know what to say. Yes, he had told Minho not to let him run, but he was only looking out for him. lately, the job seemed to be consuming Thomas.
"If you have a problem with me, Newt, say it to my face!" When Newt didn't reply Thomas shoved him and he stumbled, falling on his back with a thump.
"Get up and fight me shank!"
"No," Newt stammered, he didn't want to hurt Thomas. Suddenly, Thomas was on top of him, pinning his body between his legs, an arm raised ready to hit Newt again. All he ever wanted was to be a runner, and his so called 'friend', Newt had taken it away from him. He couldn't control his anger.
"Why not?" Thomas said through gritted teeth. Frightened, Newt saw no other way out than the truth.
"I bloody love you, Tommy," Newt said quietly. Stunned, Thomas froze, his arm hung in the air. He didn't know what to do. Newt reached up and grabbed Thomas's shirt, pulling him closer and kissing him. Thomas slowly lowered his arm and kissed Newt back. He jerked his head up when he heard a noise coming from the Dead Heads. Thomas could barely see the figure of a girl, running deeper into the forest. Teresa. How much had she seen? Thomas stumbled off of Newt.
"No one finds out about this." Then he got up and ran after Teresa. Newt lay on the ground, trying to make sense of what just happened. Slowly, he got up and walked to the bathroom to wash the blood from his face.
She kept running until she reached the back of the Dead Heads, crumpling into a ball against the cool stone wall. She hadn't seen everything, but just enough. It looked like Thomas was about to punch Newt, but then, they kissed. She heard the crunching of leaves, and raised her head to see Thomas walking toward her.
"Teresa," he called her name, but she just looked away. "Why were you spying on me Teresa?" He stood at her feet, looking down at her.
"I wasn't!" she snapped, suddenly angry. "I was just walking through the Dead Heads, when I heard someone yelling and went to see. Then, I found you on Newt, and you guys kissed," Still hugging her knees, Teresa stared at Thomas's shoes. He sat down next to her and crossed his legs.
"Teresa, I-" she cut him off.
"I thought we had something, Tom. I thought you liked me. I guess I was wrong."
"I do! I just. Newt, he-" Thomas stopped. There was no use making excuses, nothing he could say would make it better.
"Did all those times we had together mean nothing to you?" She asked. The forest used to be a special place for them. A memory crossed her mind of them sitting together under a tree. Thomas had his arm around Teresa and she snuggled in his huddy. That was the night Thomas told Teresa how much he liked her, it seemed distant now. Thomas spoke, waking her from the memory.
"No! I just-"
"You're going to have to chose, Tom. It's me, or him."
"I'm sorry." He said in her mind.
"Leave me alone until you've made a decision," Teresa replied out loud, and walked away. Thomas sat there, not knowing what to do. How could he choose between two of his best friends?