Newt deepens the kiss, holding one of his hands to the back of my neck, and another on my waist. His kiss is slow and gentle, as if he was scared he could break me with the slightest touch.

We continue to kiss passionately for a few minutes before I snap back into reality. I can't be kissing Newt, I've barely been here a few days and already my tongue is down another glader's throat. I pull away from Newt, gasping for air.

Newt holds a hurt expression on his face, scratching the back of his neck uncomfortably. He stutters "ohh.. Err.. Sorry y/n... I better go now" and within seconds he's out of the door. That wasn't awkward at all...

After my breathing goes back to a somewhat normal pace I decide to go outside. I head to the kitchens, spotting Chuck and Minho sitting at a table together. I walk over before swiftly taking a seat opposite Minho and next to Chuck. "Hey greenie, I thought no one would save me from this klunkhead!" Chuck gasps, pretending to be shocked and offended. We all burst out laughing, until I stop as I spot Newt staring at us from another table. We make eye-contact until he quickly looks away, facing the other gladers on his table.

What's up with him, is he embarrassed about what happened before? I wriggle in my seat at the thought before turning back to Minho, who I wasn't paying attention to as he was blabbering on about something that happened earlier, stuffing his face with food in the process.

Night comes quick and we all head back to our sleeping bags. I look over to see where Newt is, only to realize that he is looking the complete opposite way with his back facing me. I better talk to him in the morning... I feel absolutely exhausted, closing my eyes as sleep takes over me.