I wince at the roar blasted from Newt. His face was red with anger and I could tell by the way his fists clenched, he was furious.

"Nike! Where have you been?!"

I glance down and fiddle with my fingers.

"I went inside-"

"-the shucking Map Room when she wasn't supposed to." a familiar voice interrupts and suddenly lies.

My head shot up and met the eyes of an Asian glader who had his gaze strictly on me. His face expression was unreadable, no surprise, but I could see he had some abilities to fool other people.

Newt crossed his arms and flickered his stare between Minho and I.

"You two," he pauses, wagging his pointer finger left to right, "were in the Map Room for a day and a half?"

I was completely astonished. We've been out in the maze for a day and a half?

"You've been tracking how long we were gone for?" Minho smirks, his playfulness gaze on Newt now.

Minho opens his arms for a hug and exclaims,"You missed me that much, shuckface?"

Newt pushed Minho's arms away and shivered. "Ew, get your bloody sweaty arms away from me, I don't feel safe. Besides, I wasn't worried about you."

Without realizing, when Newt had informed that he wasn't worried about Minho, I thought the person he was talking about was me. And with the evidence of Newt stealing glances from me, I was pretty sure my blush didn't just pop onto my face without a reason.

"Anyway, we're safe and sound. Isn't that all it matters?" Minho breaks the awkward silence with his complaining, whiny, persuasive voice.

Newt sighs and rolls his eyes. "Fine, but then explain to me Minho, why do you have that bloody wound on the side of your stomach?"

His question was laced with suspicion, I knew it and then I discovered right away that if I didn't do something, our cover would be blown and both Minho and I would be in trouble.

"We were placing bets on whether I could wield a machete or not. Apparently, I could not and Minho got injured. That was all my fault, don't reprimand Minho for it." I quickly make up an excuse and pray Newt would believe it.

Newt nodded as if the story fit and whistled to one of the other gladers who jogged up to us.

"Get the wound checked, Minho." Newt bluntly ordered as the boy dragged Minho into a cabin nearby.

Along the way, groans of Minho's protest were heard but Newt ignored them without a problem. His attention was now turned over to me and I suddenly felt self-aware of myself.

I was frightened that he never believed in the whole story and he knew that Minho and I went into the maze without permission or alerting anyone but instead Newt only asked,"Are you okay?"

I nod rapidly and force a smile. Newt gives one back, hands me a sandwich, and nods at his cabin. Obviously, he meant, 'Go eat that sandwich, rest, and come out when you're ready.'

I felt guilt surging through my veins. I was quite used to lying, yes I admit, but Newt was so harmless and kind and mature. How long can I hold up the facade against him?