newtmashills

"I'm not jealous Newt!" You walked to the next tomato stalk and looked for ripe tomatoes for tonight's supper. "Apparently so, since you keep giving me a dirty look whenever I'm around Teresa." Newt crossed his arms and grinned at you. "Look Isaac what do I have to be jealous about? We have never shared any romantic interactions, so unless you thought of us in a dream once and are confusing dreams with reality..." You sighed and reached for a dark red tomato that was way up above your head. "My point being is that I cannot be jealous of you endangering a relationship we do not share." Newt reached up and plucked the tomato and placed it in

               Thomas breathed in and out after Ben had attacked him. Most of the Gladers, except Newt, went inside the Homestead as Winston and George dragged Ben. "Tommy, are you okay?" Newt walked over to him as Thomas was laying on his back, still shocked at the turn of events.               "Um, yeah I guess I'm fine." Thomas replied. He looked into Newt's eyes that were full of concern. "How did Ben go all the way to the Deadheads from the Homestead?"               "I really don't know, but at least you aren't bloody hurt or have massive injuries, greenie." Newt sat beside him, still checking if Thomas  really had  wounds or bruises.