Memory Games - Newt TMR

8

"Well I definitely wasn't expecting that. No one else here ever has a hint of nothing, unless they've been stung of course.. You sure you've not been stung?"

"I don't think so... I don't have a scar like Nick has. And if I had, I don't remember it. I think that maybe the creators just made a mistake with me. Or I did something to piss them off and they're fucking with me. I don't see why else they'd send me here, make me the only girl."

"Yeah. I guess." He mumbled but he didn't sound certain.

Suddenly he was stood up and looking off into the distance at where most of the others were. I looked too, saw the group I would usually sit with and saw that Newt was sat with them. Only he wasn't engaged in conversation like the others were, he was staring at me.

"We should probably separate before shanks think we're up to something. Probably already do." Gally said, holding out his hand. I took it and he pulled me up. "I'll see you around though Greenie."

"Angel- it's uh Angel." I stammered, unable to stop my eyes from flicking back to Newt.

Gally seemed to notice this, and when he saw where my gaze was directed, he looked less than impressed.

"Alright, Angel then. I'll see you around."

"See you." I mustered a half smile before he walked off, his pace determined.

I then thought about what I ought to do next. Should I go sit with everyone? Should I try to speak to Newt? Or should I spend some time alone like I'd originally planned? From the way Newt was staring, it seemed that he probably wanted me to join them, but in a move of stubbornness I decided that if he wanted to speak to me he could come find me. I would explore the deadheads by myself and then go to bed, and tomorrow I would be with the med-jacks. Considering it was just Clint and Jeff, and I suspected that they had something going on between them, I was relieved at the thought that I wouldn't be surrounded by angsty boys all day again, and so I began my journey into the deadheads, determined to find a comfortable place to sit in and ponder.

*Newt*

I'd felt guilty for being so blunt with Angel all day. It had slipped my mind that she would be on kitchen duty, and so when I walked in to grab my breakfast, I was temporarily stunned by her presence. She'd greeted me with her usual polite smile, handed me my plate and then said "Good morning."

"Morning." I'd said back quickly, then saw that she was about to continue the conversation so quickly turned away, feeling anxiety rise from my chest and into my throat.

I didn't know what was wrong with me. Why she'd made me feel so.. depressed all of a sudden. Perhaps it was the realisation that even if I'd given her a name, I was just one of the many boys here who wanted her. And that even if she trusted me, which I wasn't sure she did, I could never truly have her. Alby was right after all, what kind of a message would that send?

However, when I turned up to dinner and saw that she wasn't there, my depression instantly turned into panic, panic that must've been quite visible as Frypan snorted and said "Angel hasn't gone anywhere, don't worry. She's just sat with Gally over there. Think she's annoyed with me. Think we were a bit harsh with her today."

"Why? What did you do?" I questioned, though my eyes remained stiffly on the pair that I could now see sat at the edge of the deadheads.

What was she doing with him? Or, what was he doing with her? Surely nothing good.

"Just treated her how we'd treat any greenie. You know, insulting them and such. Don't think she liked some of the comments about her being a girl n all, seemed to get under her skin."