"So as I told you before, there are several jobs, and first you will be with this shank, Zart, the keeper of the Track-hoes. He will teach you how to plant and harvest our food, pretty much. Have fun, Greenie." 

Alby walked away, leaving you with this bulky, blond kid he called Zart. You picked up a hoe and started to imitate what Zart had been doing during Alby's speech, because, yes, you were not listening. Zart noticed and corrected you on how to hold it when you looked up to see your two best friends run into the walls through an opening. You scrunched your eyes to try and see what it was they were doing, but Zart caught your glances. 

"They're runners, Minho and Newt. They explore the-" he paused. "Whatever's out there." 

You didn't buy it.

"Whatever's out there? Zart there's gotta be something beyond those walls. What do you mean, whatever's out there?"

 He went extremely pale in seconds and for once you were actually genuinely scared of the Glade. 

"You know what's out there, don't you, Zart?" 

He only watched the two boys run inside. 

"You should get back to work. Pick up your garden hoe. You know what? It's a magical garden hoe, alright? It makes you change subjects and focus on the job, Greenie." You sighed, not amused, as you picked it up, and started to use it the way Zart showed you earlier.

Later that day, at dinner, you sat next to Zart and Minho, and Newt sat across from the three of you. You told the others about your experience in the gardens, but only Zart really laughed at his childish joke. Newt had a strange face, almost annoyed looking. 

What the hell's his problem? 

You went back to eating. Maybe he just had a bad day? He will get better tonight maybe, and we can talk again.

You were wrong. He went straight from the keepers meeting and crashed on his bed and turned away. 

"Newt?"

No answer.

"Newt, you bloody shuck-face, listen to me right now!"

He turned, an exasperated sigh leaving his pouty lips. 

Gosh, he looks so bloody adorable like that.

You couldn't help it. He just looked at you and then down to the floor.

"Are you okay? Something happened to you today. You weren't the funny, sweet, cute Newt I knew yesterday." 

You gasp, noticing you called him 'cute' in front of him. He either didn't notice or didn't care, but he simply rolled over. A calm, comforting snore proceeded moments later. You sighed, but your peaceful moment was ruined by a quiet voice. 

"He loves you." 

Startled, you turned to your right to see Minho, smirking and looking at Newt's body. You shake your head, but all the same wondering, 

Was Newt jealous?

You soon dosed off, listening to the steady snore and hearing the echo of Minho's words surround you.
He loves you...