𝙃𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙨?

𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙨 furrows his eyebrows, watching as Blake walks away angrily.

𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯—𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

Shaking his head, the greenie quickly follows after the girl, calling her name.

Blake rolls her eyes as she tries to avoid the boy, continuing to trudge forward.Thomas rolls his eyes at her, 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦.

The boy quickly kicks his feet into a jog and hurries after the girl— nearing a tree line as he calls out for her once again.

"Blake!" Thomas shouts again, reaching for her wrist.

Blake quickly spins on her heels—having felt the boy's grasp on her wrist, she quickly throws a punch—landing square in the boy's jaw.

Thomas lets out a groan in pain as he stumbles back with widened eyes.

"What the hell?" Thomas questioned in disbelief—holding onto his throbbing cheek as he sent the small brunette a glare.

Blake grits her teeth as she stalks toward the boy, suddenly grabbing him by the hem of his shirt and roughly throwing him against a tree.

The girl's eyes blaze with anger as her finger lifts to poke his muscular chest. "I knew you would be the cause of some shit like this! I was right about you!"

Thomas gapes at the girl—stomach bubbling with a mixture of anger and something else as he licks his bottom lip, flickering his hardened gaze between her furious emerald orbs and plump lips.

"How the hell—was I supposed to know?" The boy scoffed angrily. "I'm just trying to get out of this hell hole like the rest of you!" Thomas yelled back as he shoved the girl off, taking angry steps toward her till Blake winced at the rough bark of a tree hitting her back.

Blake's eyes widen as the boy stands inches away from her face, slightly softening at Thomas' angry gaze.

"I don't know what your problem is with me—It's not like I can remember everything. I'm in the same boat as you. I came here not knowing anything—yet here you are, blaming it on me! Just like Gally!"

Blake's softened gaze hardens again as she snaps out of her thoughts, scoffing as she tries not to fold. "You know what, Thomas! Go fuck yourself." The girl shouts, stepping off to the side in an attempt to walk away —but the boy quickly grips onto her shoulders and slams her back into the tree, caging her.

Dark whiskey eyes scan her face as he contemplates whether or not he should just go for it.

Blake narrowed her eyes at the boy, noting how his gaze darkened. The girl swallowed nervously as Thomas' features softened slightly, confusing the girl till she looked down at his tongue running over his bottom lip.

Blake's knees wanted to give out on her. Heat pooled inside her stomach as her mind wandered to where she would really like his tongue to be.

Almost a split second later, Thomas closes the gap between them, smashing his lips to hers. Electricity shot through their bodies as they melted into each other, anger washing away as butterflies tickled the inside of Blake's stomach.

Calloused hands cup the sides of Blake's tinted cheeks, pulling her closer as the kiss grows more heated. The small brunette girl's arms fling over Thomas' neck, pulling the boy closer as their lips move in sync, smacking together.

One of Thomas' hands disappears from her cheek as it glides down her side, reaching behind her as he squeezes her ass lightly—cupping the flesh in his hands. Pushing his muscular and tanned body up against the girl as their tongues fight for dominance, earning a small moan to escape from the girl's lips.

Feeling something poking right on her hip bone, Blake's knees almost buckle out from underneath her.

Thomas then glides his hand up, catching Blake's thigh to hike it on the side of his hip. Pressing himself against the girl as his lips messily trail against her jawline. The boy plants sloppy and hot kisses along her neck, resulting in an involuntarily moan escaping from the girl's throat as she tugs him impossibly closer.

"You're so hot." Thomas whispers, voice coming out raspy as he continued his kisses.

Blake's fingers thread through his dark locks as he sucks on her pulse point, letting out another small moan as Thomas' breathing quickens from lack of air.

His hand that was on her ass snakes to the front of her pants, fiddling with the buttons—Growing more irritated as it takes him a bit before finally popping the button loose.

Thomas' hand slides through the opening of her pants, groaning when he feels the ridged edge of her lace panties. Slyly slipping his finger underneath one of them, Blake gasps in his ear. The boy smiles against her neck as he continues to glide his fingers slowly towards her clit.

Thomas' fingers toy with her for a second, slowly rubbing circles over her fold as the girl whines.

Slipping one long and slender finger inside of her, the girl gasps again, rolling her hips to get him to move deeper. As the greenie slides deeper inside of her, he slowly trails his lips back up to hers, capturing them hungrily.

Another moan escapes the girl's lips as she rolls down onto the heel of his hand. Moving a second one inside of her, heavy pants fall from the two as Blake rests her head on his shoulder.

"You're so wet." Thomas moans in between kisses, voice raspy and filled with lust. "Did I do this?"

"Thomas." Blake breathes out in between moans, feeling herself inching towards her high.

"We—we need to move." The girl tripped over her words, not being able to speak correctly. Thomas' lips smash back to her neck, capturing the sensitive skin between his teeth.

"After you come for me." Thomas whispers into her neck, pumping his fingers faster as he multitasks. "Come for me, princess."

Blake can't hold it in any longer, finally falling apart beneath him—moaning his name as he pumps his fingers even faster to ride out her high.

"God, you're beautiful." The boy praises in her ear as her legs shook from the sensation. Swollen lips trail back up to her mouth, capturing her lips with hunger.

"Blake?" A familiar British voice calls, "The hell you at?"

The two teens freeze and snap their eyes in the direction of the blond. Both brunettes push away from each other as they try to regain control of themselves.

Blake's wide eyes scan over Thomas' face, noting his
swollen and red lips as the boy backs away.

Blake quickly tries to fix her hair, knowing it is probably a mess as Thomas' panicked eyes search for somewhere to go.

Buttoning back her jeans, Blake spots her blond friend trudging through the thick grove of trees—towards them.

"Go!" Blake hisses as she pushes Thomas off in the opposite direction—pointing to literally anywhere but where they stand.

The greenie quickly pulls himself together and takes off in the direction Blake ushered him to go—disappearing into the thick vegetation surrounding them.

Twigs snapping underneath combat boots make the small girl quickly snap her head in the direction—swallowing a nervous lump in her throat as the blond comes into view.

Newt's eyes meet Blake's as she stands awkwardly, shifting her weight onto the other side.

Raising an eyebrow at the girl's nervous behavior, the blond questions, "What are you doing?"

Blake clears her throat before pressing her lips together—praying the boy hadn't seen anything.
"Just taking a walk in the woods..you know..clearing my head."

Newt nods slowly—eyeing the girl suspiciously as he opens his mouth to say something but chooses not to.

"Minho's looking for you....needs you in the map room."

"Yeah—" The girl responds, clearing her throat before speaking again. "Yep..headed there." Blake sends the boy a small smile, reaching to scratch the back of her head as she nervously turns on her heels.

Newt rolls his eyes and presses his lips together in a smirk. "Have you seen Thomas?"

Blake's body involuntarily freezes up at the greenie's name. Turning around slowly, Blake furrows her eyebrows together as she meets the blonde's amused gaze.

"No." The girl answers quickly. "Have you seen Thomas?"

"No, but—I could have sworn I saw him walk off in this direction earlier." Newt says, looking around "Weird"

"Nope. Not over here. Just me—all by myself." Blake stammers, sending the blond a nervous smile as she mentally scolds herself.

Newt only nods slowly, narrowing his eyes at the small brunette. "Alright, well—if you see him, tell him to find Minho."

Blake lets a sigh of relief leave her lips as she nods at the blond, swallowing thickly. Saluting the second in command awkwardly as she spins away.

Squeezing her eyes shut as she scolds herself, Blake trudges through the thick brush.