Minho-Newt||The Maze Runner

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Newt POV

Alrigh', get your bloody shuckin' butt out there before I kick it ma self."

"Good that, I'm going," he says, as he tightens the lid on his water bottle before putting it into his pack. "keep your hair on shank."

"Okay, you got everything? Don't want you bloody dyin' outta there." I stand at the east doors with Minho in front of me, fiddling with his pack. He looks at his watch and taps the glass cover.

"I think it's fast. It reads 8:30." He sighs and starts to undo his watch, I look at him, does he really have no idea?

"No, it's not bloody fast, you shuck-face, just took ages eatin'. To be honest, I still don't get how you could of even eaten breakfast, seein' the amount you ate last night." He smirks and looks at me, he swings his pack over his shoulder, not moving his gaze.

"Dude, just because you have a stomach of a 4 year old, doesn't mean I do." He pokes me hard in the stomach, making me double over.

"Just go shuck-face, before I kick you hard in the bloody shins."

Minho turns and runs through the doors, waving his hand high in the air as he does.

Bloody hell that guys annoying, but I couldn't live a day without him.

***

The loud, boom of the box sounded around the Glade, everyone stopped what they where doing and ran over to the hole in the ground.

Everyone surrounded the box, I pushed past a couple of people to get to the front, ignoring the few grumbles and nudges of elbows.

A muffled boom announced that the box had arrived, slowly, I move to the edge of the box, Alby on the other side. Somebody passes me the poll, and together, Alby and I pull, the doors to the box open, creating puff of dust around us.

Voices erupted all around, poor
shank, must be scared to death.

"Look at that shank."
"Looks like a Klunk in a T-shirt."
"You're the klunk, shuck-face." "Ain't no ticket back, bro." I look up and see Minho standing right next to me, his signature smirk on his dumb face,
when the hell did he get back?

"Lower the rope." Alby commands, grabbing the front of the rope.
The boy steps in the loop of the rope. Each keeper lines up behind me, with Alby in front of me.
"Okay, on 3," Alby shouts."1,2.....3"
I dig my heels into the ground and pull. Bloody hell this shank is heavy.

"Come on Newt, put some work into it, dude," I hear Minho shout from behind. "I've run the maze today, all you've done is pick carrots."
Laughs scatter here and there around me.

"Shut up." I mumble. I wrap the rope around my left hand and holds on tight, with my right, I swing it behind me and punch Minho, slightly harder than I expected, in the stomach. He groans, but before he can do anything, the Greenie steps up over the top of the box.
He looked about 16, brown hair, quite tall. There's something about him, something different.

"What's the shank doing?" Minho whispers into my ear, I watch the boy as he turns around in a circle, surveying his surroundings. Poor shank, must be scared as klunk.

"Don't know mate, probably wondering where the hell he is, like the bloody rest of us did."

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