the analyst - (NEWT)

(unedited)

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once the sun set, yn made her way over to the newly lit bonfire. boys were cheering, chanting, dancing, and toasting drinks gally had handed out. yn stood about an inch behind newt, taking small swings at her drink.

at first, when gally had handed her the drink, she took a sip and immediately stuck her tongue out in disgust. newt laughed and pat her on her shoulder, telling her something along the lines of; you'll get used to it.

yn grinned as she watched newt bring his glass up in a toast with the other boys. "to the gladers!" they hollered, yn chanting in her head.

as the night got colder, newt, yn and the greenie all sat against a log; the same log yn, newt and minho sat against at her bonfire. yn sat there, still taking small sips of her drink; she was surprised to still find herself- for the most part- unaffected. while many of the other boys were clamouring around, dancing like lunatics and acting like they were 5 years old, yn was still her usual self. however, she did feel warmer than usual, and her breathing was a lot lighter and steady. she tuned into newt and the greenie's conversation, while also drowning in her own thoughts; but every once in a while she'd chime in to distract herself.

"hell of a first day, greenie", newt claimed, looking at the boy in question who kept his gaze locked on the stone walls.

the boy nods scornfully, his gaze no longer on the walls before him. "here, put some hair on your chest." newt hands him a jar of gally's concoction and yn can't help but laugh, making the two look at her.

the greenie hesitantly takes it, his eyes darting between newt and yn. "careful with that stuff", yn smiles meekly, and the boy holds the jar in front of him, gazing at the liquid curiously.

when he takes a large swing, yn couldn't help but cringe, newt sees this and grins, nudging the girl lightly with his elbow. the ravenette instantly regrets his decision and gags, spitting the drink out onto the grass below him. newt laughs and yn shakes her head, hiding her desire to laugh. 

the boy starts coughing, his voice fried when he speaks, "oh my god, what is that?"

newt takes the jar back, still chuckling. "i don't even know", now it was yn's turn to giggle.

she let out a small laugh, her hands going up to her face in joking disapproval. newt looks at her, an admiring smile playing his lips, absorbing how her eyes crinkled as she laughed.

newt snaps out of his daze once his eyes meet hers and he quickly looks behind him, in search of someone. "it's gally's recipe. it's a trade secret."

yn looks behind her as well, searching for gally, but when her eyes find that he's in the pit, her smile fades. her mind races back to vince's threat- telling her to steer clear from the pit unless she wanted trouble. her eyes stay locked on the pit, watching nervously as the boys fought roughly, her mouth twitching downwards and her eyes darting between the two contestants.

the girl doesn't realize she's been staring until newt nudges her with his elbow once more. "this one right here, she's also a runner."

yn blinks, looking back at the two boys, tilting her head curiously. "now, every morning when those doors open, they run the maze; mapping it, memorizing it, trying to find a way out."

yn parts her lips, her eyes no longer on the fighting ring, nor the two boys beside her, but on the closed stone doors.

"how long have they been looking?" the greenie asks, watching as minho converses with the other runners by the fire.