Maze runner fanfiction- "Untold Futures part 4"

Alrighty. First off sorry for not posting last time, I was on vacation for the week and didn't have access to any internet. Sooo anyways here is your next chapter. I have never been to one, nor do I know anything about chess clubs so I hope this is ok. Don't be afraid to comment any thoughts/info on how they actually go if you have any! And yes, I made Thomas's mom named Amelia to reference Doctor who. :P Also, how do you feel about the length of these. I hope they're long enough for you, but I can make them longer if you want. Comment you thoughts and feelings!

Untold Futures part 4

That afternoon Thomas stood in front of the Paige house ringing the doorbell. He heard the click of Ava’s heals inside the house as they approached. She opened the door and invited him in with a smile.

“Thanks again for coming on a Friday Thomas! I won't be back until 11ish so could you make sure Chuck’s in bed by nine?” Ava asked as she put her white coat on and grabbed her purse.

“Sure thing Ms. Paige, don't worry about anything,” Thomas smiled at her reassuringly.

“Come on, can't I stay up later? It's Friday!” Chuck whined from across the room.

“No, I'm already giving you an extra 30 minutes. Thomas, there should be some pizza in the fridge for dinner, feel free to help yourself to whatever you need. Bye now!” She placed a kiss on Chuck’s forehead before leaving the house. Thomas waited until the clicking of her heals dissipated before turning to Chuck.

“What’re you watching?” He sat next to him on the tan couch and looked at the tv.

“I don't know, I can't find anything good on. Want to play Mario Kart?” Chuck made the decision for Thomas as he put in the game and tossed a controller at his babysitter.

“So, how was your Friday Chucky?” Thomas asked as the game started.

“It was good, Mrs. Kingston let us stay outside for an extra ten minutes after lunch!” He replied with a grin. “And don't call me Chucky, I'm not a little boy! I'm ten and a half!”

“Hey, it's not such a bad thing! I've got a friend who calls me Tommy and I'm 16,” he informed causally.

“Really, who?” Chuck contradicted as his virtual player crossed the finish line ahead of Thomas’s. “Ha! I beat you!”

“As a matter a fact, it's Newt. The guy you think is sooo cool with the motorcycle.” The next race started and Thomas was determined not to loss to a ten year old again.

“Really? Ok. Tommy,” Chuck replied with wide eyes.

“Uh, he's the only one who gets to call me that,” he secretly loved the sound of his nickname coming from Newt’s lips, coming from Chuck's it just wasn't the same. Thomas’s phone buzzed in his pocket and he paused the game to see who was texting him. “Oh come on Thomas! Who is it?” Chuck leaned over his shoulder to look at the phone.

“That weird, it's Newt but I don't remember giving him my number.”

Unknown number:

Watcha Tommy, it's Newt! :)

Text sent:

Hi Newt. How did you get my number?

Newt:

From Minho, hope u don't mind.

Text sent:

It's fine.

“Come on Thomas, let's play already!” Chuck begged as he decided the texts were too boring to keep reading, even if they were from the Newt.  

“Hold on a sec Chuck.”

Newt:

anyway, u doing anything 2night?

Text sent:

Yeah, I'm babysitting until 11. Why?

Newt:

Oh no reason. Wow that sucks tho, u really have to babysit on bloody Fridays?

He went to the trouble to get my number for ‘no reason’?

Text sent:

No, not normally. Hey, how's your face doing?

Newt:

It's doing better. Thx for asking.

“What happened to his face?” Chuck asked as he once again read over Thomas’s shoulder impatiently.

“He got punched today. And stop reading my texts!” Thomas said and he readjusted himself so Chuck couldn't see his phone.

“Woah he got punched! What happened?” Chuck inquired excitedly.

“Oh this one guy was bothering us and Newt ticked him off trying to stand up for me,” Thomas said as if it was the most casual thing to tell.

“That's so cool!”

“You know, not everything he does is cool,” Thomas sighed.

“Can we keep playing now?” Chuck winned, remembering the game.

“Yeah sure,” he turned back to his phone for a second before unpausing the video game.

Newt:

U there Tommy?

Text sent:

Yeah sorry. I have to go now, Chuck is making me play video games with him.

Newt:

Alright, sounds fun. Ttyl!

•••

The following Wednesday Thomas and Newt walked into room 250 for the first chess club meeting of the year. Thomas went to stand in the front with the other leaders and Newt took a seat in the second row of desks near the other members and newbies. Thomas watched for a few minutes as people filed into the room. After it seemed everyone who was planning to show up had, a tall dark skinned boy standing next to him spoke in a low voice.

“Welcome greenbeans, to Glader High’s chess club. Also welcome back to our returning members. My name’s Albert. This is Harriet and this is Thomas, we lead the club,” Albert introduced.

“And Alby here is our top player this year, after Nick graduated last year!” Harriet added excitedly.

“Thank you Harriet. So let's get right to it. If you don't know anything about chess or how to play go over here with Harriet, she’ll teach you the basics,” Albert said, pointing to a corner of the room. “If you can play, go over there with Thomas, who will teach you specific tricks and moves. And lastly, if you already know all the tricks come to me and I'll assess your skill. Today's objective is to teach you how to play and get a feeling for how much you know. By all means save everyone some time, and please do not pretend you know how to play if you don't!” Albert stopped giving directions and the group split into their respective corners of the room.

Thomas went to his assigned area, sat down and started setting up the chessboard. He watched most of the clubs returning members like Clint, Aris, and Rachel go over to Alby, and three new players came to him. Glancing to the other side of the room he saw Newt sit down across from Harriet with a younger kid he recognized as Winston. So he doesn't know how to play.

“So, I'm Thomas! Why don't we go around with names and then we’ll get started?” Thomas said cheerfully to his three students. He soon learned their names were Beth, Zart, and Jeff. Thomas set up for the first move and asked them what they thought their move would be. Not long after he started explaining the first move did the brunet hear a loud laugh coming from Harriet’s side of the room. He turned to see her, Newt, and Winston cracking up over a joke he hadn't heard. He felt a sharp pang in his chest as he watched Newt’s lips curve up into toothy smile, his eyes glimmering at the two people with him. Ignoring his unidentified emotion Thomas continued teaching. It seemed as though more laughing than learning happened in that corner in the next hour.

•••

“Well Harriet said I'm a lost cause, but I bet I could get it eventually!” Newt chuckled as he walked down the hall with Thomas after their club ended.

“I don't know man, Harriet’s a pretty good teacher. There's a reason Alby had her show you the ropes,” Thomas replied with a smirk.

“Maybe you could teach me, that way I can be ready next week?” Newt requested.

“Do you seriously want to learn?” Thomas was surprised by Newt’s attitude towards the game.

“Why shouldn't I? So can you teach me or are you too high up with your fancy moves?” He teased.

“Sure I could help you. How does tomorrow work?” Thomas suggested as he mentally checked his schedule.

“Yeah, you can come to my house after school. I don't have a chessboard though, you'll have to bring one,” Newt smiled cheekily.

“Yeah sure. Text me your address!” Thomas waved to Newt as he walked to his car. Suddenly he remembered the way he felt when Newt was laughing with Harriet and Winston. Was that… Jealousy? No! No it couldn't have been. What would I have to be jealous of? Thomas quickly dismissed the thought.

•••

“Hey mom, is it alright if I go to a friend’s house after school tomorrow? He wants me to teach him how to play chess,” Thomas asked as he greeted Amelea after getting home from chess club.

“Sure! Whose house is it?” She replied.

“Newt. He's the guy who gave me a ride last week, remember?” He informed, throwing off his shoes in the kitchen.

“Oh yeah, I remember,” she smiled and Thomas left the room to do his homework. However the student had trouble concentrating on his work. He couldn't shake the odd feeling from earlier. There was something interesting about Newt that he couldn't put his finger on, but it was definitely there.

Maze Runner Fanfiction- "Untold Futures part 3"

Hey, here we are another Monday! I hope you all enjoyed your day off of school, and if you didn't get one, sorry you don't live in 'Merica! Sorry not sorry. For now we'll stick to every other Monday for updates on this fic. I have had 0 time to write this past week because I had a ton of Math to basically teach myself. But anyways finals are next week so after that it will be summer and I'll have more time! So tell me what you think. Is this interesting enough, or is it moving too slow? Do you like the personality swaps? Don't forget to comment!

Untold Futures part 3

A few days passed and Newt continued to eat lunch with the two boys. Thomas’s dad fixed his car, so he was no longer in need of Newt’s motorcycle although Newt continued to offer him rides. It was amazing to Thomas how quickly he got used to Newt’s British accent and slang.

It was Friday lunch time, only four days after Minho met Newt. The three teens sat outside in the autumn air, enjoying the slight breeze that made fallen leaves dance across the ground. Thomas and Newt finally got Minho to stop talking in his own version of a British accent, that sounded more like someone who forgot how to speak English. After accomplishing this, three girls walked through the doors to the court yard.

“I knew we would find you here!” One of the girls exclaimed. She was tall and had bright blue eyes with long flowing blond hair that reached almost to her waist. She sat down next to Minho and draped a delicate arm across his wide shoulders.

“Hey babe! This is Newt, Newt this is my girlfriend Sonya,” Minho put his arm around her waist and twirled her hair through his fingers. Newt smiled at her in greeting. He then turned his attention to the second girl who sat next to him, a little too close for comfort. She had stark white skin contrasting with her pitch black hair.

“Hey I'm Teresa! And who’s this new cutie?” She asked, directing the question at the other two boys.

“Ah, I'm Newt.”

“Oh my gosh are you British! You know, I have a thing for guys with accents,” Teresa said, and she smiled playfully. Newt seemed frozen next to her, looking and feeling completely uncomfortable by the girl’s flirting.

“Well anyways, the reason we dropped by was actually to talk to you Thomas,” The third girl who was short, had chocolate colored skin, and brown curly hair stepped forward and cut off Teresa from saying anything more.

“Hey Harriet, what's going on?” Thomas asked, turning his attention from Newt and Teresa.

“Well as you know, chess club starts up next week and we need to recruit some new members. After our top player graduated last year we need to make sure our newbies are fully aware of all the meets and team rules,” Harriet explained.

“Yeah, ok. What do you need me to do?”

“Well, first we need new members! I've printed some flyers to hand out, and I emailed you the file if you need more. We’ve got all the info on our first few meetings on there also,” Harriet handed Thomas a small stack of papers and pointed out a few dates and times for him.

“Alright Harriet, thanks! I'll get right on this,” Thomas scanned the sheet before putting the papers in his backpack. The three girls left the courtyard, and Newt finally relaxed.

“Very smooth with the lady's there Newt! Teresa didn't scare you did she? She’s always like that,” Minho laughed and patted Newt on the shoulder.

“Oh I'm fine, I ah, I just don't really... fancy girls,” Newt replied and he blushed slightly.

“Ok, that's cool man,” Minho responded. They both looked in Thomas’s direction to see his response.

“Yeah, cool... You sure are an open book aren't you Newt?” Thomas said, remembering how simply Newt had told him about his dad after only knowing him for two days.

“Well, everyone in Stockport new. So I figure it shouldn't be any different here,” Newt shrugged. Before Thomas could respond a beefy looking boy stormed up to the group of friends. He stopped in front of them and let his glare sweep over the three teens.

“What do you want Gally?” Minho asked with heavy annoyance and an eye roll.

“Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe I just saw Harriet, Sonya, and Teresa over here? Care to explain?” Gally asked in a calm but annoyed voice. His question was directed solely at Thomas.

“What's it to you?” Thomas responded. To that Gally just got more upset, and he took a threatening step towards Thomas. Newt could tell the brunette was about to give in to Gally, so he intervened.

“Why do you bloody care so much Gally?” Thomas watched him say calm and relaxed.

“Well it's none of your business is it greenie?” Gally spat. Newt stood, matching their heights almost exactly.

“Oh, these are my friends, so I think it is my business. But is it really yours to know why some people talked to us? Does that sound logical to anyone?” Newt retorted. Thomas didn't understand why this boy was standing up to Gally for him, and over such a little thing.

“You should probably shut up now, greenie.” Gally hissed through clenched teeth. He took another step forward, his anger boiling up. The two boys now standing just inches apart.

“Newt just stop, it's ok,” Thomas tried to grab Newt’s arm and pull him back but Newt resisted.

“No Tommy, it's bloody not ok. You can't just let this guy talk to you like that.”

“Listen to your boyfriend newbie,” Gally smirked. Thomas blushed at being called his boyfriend, but Newt seemed unfazed.

“No. No one else is going to put you in your place so I will,” Newt’s voice had stayed calm throughout the whole conversation, which is probably what pushed Gally, who couldn't control his anger, over the edge. Before Thomas knew what was happening Newt was crumpled on the ground. Minho and Thomas shot to their feet. Gally had punched Newt across the left of his face, catching everyone off guard. Thomas’s insides raged with anger at Gally, but he pushed it away and turned his attention to Newt.

“You better run Gally! Before I do something I won't regret!” Minho warned, and Thomas had to put a hand on his shoulder to keep him from lunging at the tall boy. He helped Newt to his feet and looked at his face. It was red with a small scratch across it.

“You didn’t need to do that Newt. Are you ok?” Thomas said quietly as he examined Newt’s cut.

“Yeah, I'm alright. And I know I didn't, but someone had to! You can't just let him continue to do that!” Newt responded and he brushed the dirt from his jacket.

“Bloody hell Newt!” Minho exclaimed.

“No, no Minho don't say that. It's just weird… What did he want anyway?”

“Gally’s a got a little something going for Harriet, which doesn't go well for him considering she wants nothing to do with him! Anyways he’s always trying to keep an eye on her and anyone who talks to her. Unfortunately he can't control his anger properly and well, this happens. Welcome to drama at Glade High!” Minho explained with a laugh.

“Newt you better go to the nurse and have her put something on that cut, I can show you where it is,” Thomas said and he picked up his backpack. Before they could go anywhere the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch.

“Tommy I'm fine really. I don't want to make you late, I know how seriously you take your classes and all,” Newt smiled, but Thomas could see the pain in his face.

“No, you know what? You're my friend, and one tardy isn't going to kill me. You obviously won't go unless I make you so I'm taking you to the nurse,” Thomas said it before he could change his mind. Leading the way He navigated through the school to the small nurse's office. When they walked in, Thomas got the woman’s attention. “Hey ah, my friend here was-”

“I tripped! I just tripped down some steps,” Newt interrupted, receiving a quizzical look from Thomas. To which he shrugged in reply. The nurse leaned forward and tilted Newt’s head so she could see the cut, which was still surrounded by pink skin, warm to the touch.

“No, you didn't fall down the stairs. You were punched,” she said in a scratchy voice.

“How did you know?” Newt asked sheepishly.

“You don't work as a high school nurse for 42 years without knowing the difference between a fall and a punch. Don't worry I won't ask you any questions, it's none of my business and it doesn't need to become my business,” she walked across the small room and opened a draw, retrieving a spray. Thomas watched Newt wince as she sprayed his cheek and dabbed it with a cotton ball. “Do you want ice or a bandaid?”

“Ah, no that's alright thanks,” he replied.

“Do you think we could get passes?” Thomas asked hopefully.

“Alright, where are you two going?” She sighed. The nurse wrote them passes and they left the room. Thomas had never put something like this above class, not even that time Minho smacked into a wall when racing each other. He didn't know why he felt so strongly about making sure Newt was ok, but he was just glad that the nurse had given them passes.

“Hey Tommy, can I have one of those chess club fliers?”

“You, want to know about chess club? Seriously?” Thomas asked, surprised by Newt’s request.

“Yeah seriously! It could be fun,” Newt said solemnly. Thomas dug around his backpack and produced one of the handouts for Newt. Thomas wouldn't deny that Newt was his friend, but he couldn't figure out his personality. Newt’s leather jacket, his grades, attendance, smoking, and motorcycle said one thing. But the way Newt acted said another, he was polite and caring. The two stereotypes just didn’t mix in his mind and he wondered how it did in someone’s personality.