I made my way to him without thinking twice. The boy I left behind ran and called my name but I didn't stop. I could only concentrate on Minho. And I something in my body told me that it was the right thing to do. Either that or I was actually wrong for the first time in my life.

I arrived in front of Minho and he was approximately 5 meters away from me. He didn't recognize me yet but I knew if I made one more sound, the grass would reveal my appearance.

"Nike!"

A grab on my wrist had made Minho's head shoot up to our direction. He widened his eyes then pointed straight at me. I glanced away and made sure my stringy hair cover my face. The other boy pulled me behind him as if for safety and walked towards Minho.

"If your thinkin' that the Creators up there are bloody whack jobs, I'm thinkin' the same thing," he first says, crossing his arms.

Minho gaps at me then bursts into laughter.

"What exactly are you whining about, Newt?" so the boy was called Newt. Noted. "We got a girl, so far best thing that's happened."

I saw that in his eyes held a warning glint and he knew something was... off. I prayed that he wouldn't remember me for it might he possible to regain his memories if I stayed around him often.

"Bloody hell, I don't care whether it's a girl or not." Newt starts, tapping his foot slightly.

Minho gives him a look that made Newt groan.

"Fine, maybe I do. But we're boys, it's... normal."

I cover my mouth automatically at what they were talking about. It's not like I didn't learn about maturity and reproduction. I just... I just simply don't want to talk about that subject.

"So what's the girl's name?" Minho suddenly asks, grinning.

Newt opens to reply when I quickly cover his mouth and drag him away to the other side. And when I meant the other side, I meant away from Minho.

I grabbed both of Newt's wrists and squeezed them tight.

"He can't know. It's hard to explain but... he just can't know me.. Not yet," I inform him, biting the bottom part of my lip.

Newt scrunches his eyebrows but then clasps both hands on my shoulder.

"Minho's a good guy. He's a bloody sarcastic shank but overall, he's the type you would think is... Unique," Newt describes, smiling jokingly.

But I wasn't kidding.

"I just think we should wait. Or at least until I'm ready?" I suggest, giving Newt a hint that I wanted time.

He nods, patting me on the head.

"Take whatever time you want, Greenie. We ain't going anywhere," his thick british accent shot through me.

Then I'll take this time to investigate. For WICKED.