the analyst - (NEWT)

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after what felt like days (which in reality was just a few hours) a knock at the wood of the slammer door jolts the teen out of her daze. her head leaves contact with her palms and moves in the direction of the door. when she finds the blonde boy with the accent gazing down at her with a warm smile, she purses her lips; still unable to fully trust anybody there, after all, she was the only girl trapped in a field with many boys. she hesitantly stands, making her way to the door and the boy unlocks the gate, extending a hand to lift her up and out of the slammer. but just like before the girl refuses to use the hand and faces her palms down into the grass, jumping off her weight and climbing over the opening.

she swears she hears the boy mumble an awkward "okay" before dusting his hands off and standing to face her with a welcoming gaze.

"time for your tour, greenie", he beams, gesturing out to the encapsulated field around them, as if it was some luxury hotel or five-star resort.

she couldn't help but scoff at his grand gestures. "my name isn't greenie", she snaps, her tone laced with venom and distraught.

newt only chuckles at her response, surprisingly his tone remains unserious; teasing her as she continues to go through an inner conflict of either hurting the boy or trusting him until she can find a way out. "then what is your name?"

at this the girl's cheeks grow warm, as she tries to rack her brain for ideas; she is left with none. seeing as he was finally able to shut her up, he chuckles once again and gently places a hand on her shoulder. when she flinches from the contact, he mumbles an apology and gazes at her sympathetically.

"hey, don't stress too much, not remembering your name is a universal experience around here. but you'll remember it eventually, so loosen up, okay?"

the teenage girl nods sheepishly, trying her best to hide the vulnerability she has felt since she's been here, she perks up when he speaks up again. "any other questions that need an urgent answer before we start the tour?"

"um..." she looks around as if searching for something, "where is the guy in charge? a-alby i think..."

"ah..." he smirks, amazed by her ability to analyze and conclude in just a matter of a few observations.

"he's occupied... a meeting about the supplies that came up with you", he answers, watching as the cogs turn in the girl's head.

"oh..." her mind now runs a million thoughts in that very second, she suddenly becomes anxious at the news that the boys have discovered and are curious about the morbid note.

the blonde notices this and interrupts, hoping to lighten the mood by changing the subject, "how did you know he was the one in charge anyways?"

the girl's lips turn into a small smile as she shifts her gaze back into the eyes of the lanky boy, "he was the only one with a knife, plus something about his demeanour was kind of admirable; wise, i guess..."

when she watches his face contort into a grin as he takes in the information, "i have a feeling you're going to be an important part of the glade here greenie." the girl nods thankfully.

at face value, the teen realizes that if this lanky boy wanted to do anything to her, he could've done it earlier, when she was vulnerable and unseen in the slammer; yet he has been nothing but welcoming.

so, expanding the grin that was already plastered on her lips, she surrenders. "you haven't introduced yourself"

although her expression to the boy came off more as a shaky, and unsure smile; he applauds her internally for trying. "newt."