Flares // Newtmas alternate ending

Short A/N: the edit is Newt talking about Minho at some point probably lol. If you know where it's from, you're awesome :)

Thomas couldn't believe how much of a jerk the new guy was.

Everyday, he'd be up before the rest and ignore them at breakfast. He was in their classes but never talked to them. Whenever they were in their room together, he just laid on his bed refusing to speak, even when people talked to him. He snapped at them all when he did speak and snuck out of the room. If he got caught, he'd get them all in trouble.

Part of the reason was probably because WCKD hadn't erased his memories properly.

But his sister, they did everything correctly. He could remember her, but she didn't remember him.

It was awful, but he took it out on them.

Newt walked into the dorm room and shut the door behind him and made a beeline for his bunk. Minho stood up from his bed quickly and stood in front of Newt blocking his path. Newt scowled.

"Can you move?"

"No."

Newt's frown deepened. "And why not?"

"Where were you?" Minho asked.

"And why the hell do I need to tell you," Newt asked, though it turned out more like a statement. Minho crossed his arms and glared at Newt. Newt was an inch or two taller, but Minho was plenty intimidating.

"Why are you such a jerk?" Minho demanded. Newt scoffed.

"It's not like I've met very many people in my life. I'm a bit on edge at the moment, but when I get over the fact that my one sister doesn't remember me, I promise I'll be nicer," Newt said sarcastically. Minho's stare could kill.

"That gives you no excuse-"

"I really don't give a damn Minho," Newt interrupted. He tried to push past Minho, but Thomas got up too and stopped him.

"Look, what happened with your sister-"

"Shut UP!" Newt yelled. "SHUT UP, JUST SHUT UP." He put his hands over his ears and backed into the wall behind him, squeezing his eyes shut. "SHUT. UP."

"Newt-"

"STOP." He opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. "Please, stop."

Thomas looked at Minho who returned the gaze with a look of confusion. Newt was touchy about the subject of his sister. Thomas knew he snuck out sometimes in the middle of the night to a passageway he found that led to Group B. Newt and his sister had been close- very close apparently. Newt talked in his sleep a lot, and got anxiety attacks every now and then, plus nightmares. No one knew what to do, and when they tried to help, he'd yell at them. So most often, they left him where he was, crying because he refused their help.

Newt slid down the wall and put his head in his hands, breathing heavily. "I'm not there, I'm not there, I'm not there, I'm not there. They're just memories, they're just memories, they're just memories, breathe."

Thomas looked at Minho and in a silent conversation, they pondered what to do. Should they help? Most likely he wouldn't let them. Minho shook his head slightly and Thomas pursed his lips. Thomas looked back over at Newt, whose hands were shaking and his eyes were closed. Thomas hated seeing him like this, jerk or not.