I sit at the tables alone, chowing down on stale bread and watery soup.

I wonder why I don't have any friends yet...I've been here two days, and I know what's happening and I've already got a job as a track-hoe, and still no one will talk to me! You would think that in a place like this with limited people, you'd make friends quickly...

I'm jerked out of my thoughts by the thump of someone sitting down across from me. The sandy haired boy, who's name I believe is Newt, has decided to join me.

"Well this is new," I pipe, looking at him curiously. I slowly put down my bread.

"What is? Seeing a hot guy such as myself?" He winks. "Just don't tell Minho I said that."

I look around for the Asian boy, but can't seem to find him.

"That's not what I was referring to, but okay." I roll my eyes and motion to the empty table in front of him. "Where's your food?"

He shrugs, "Already ate."

I nod and continue eating, trying to appease my grumbling stomach. After a minute of silence, I look up to see Newt's confident smirk plastered on his face.

"What?" I ask, a tad bit of soup dribbling out of my mouth.

"Nothing."

His smirk grows.

"Newt. What is it?"

Somehow the smirk gets bigger, and I think his face might rip.

"Okay for your safety, please tell me, because I'm pretty sure if you smirk any harder, your face is going to crack," I say, wrinkling my eyebrows in concern.

He smiles at me, winking again. I roll my eyes and put another spoonful of soup in my mouth.

"I was just thinking about getting inside you, you know like my di-"

I choke, spraying soup everywhere. Coughs rack my body as I frantically search for a napkin or some water.

"Oh my god, Newt!" I shout, wiping my mouth on my sleeve. "You can't just say that!"

"But I was thinking it, and you asked," he smirks again.

I'm going to wipe that smirk right off his face...

"But I didn't want to know that!"

"Then you shouldn't have asked, love."

I growl at him, shoving my chair back and standing. I grab my bowl and throw the piece of bread at him. It smacks his chest lightly and topples to the ground. He chuckles.

"Oh, and one more thing before you go."

I turn to look at him, trying to ignore that obnoxiously sexy smirk.

"The grievers aren't going to be the only things moaning tonight."

"NEWT!!!"

Word count: 455

A/n: Thank you so much for reading this chapter! I am aware it is short, but I figured the comical aspect of it would make up for the length. Vote if you enjoyed and comment as well. Thanks again for the support!
-Kai