Sonder - Newt TMR

I quickly got up from my seat and walked over to Thomas who was arguing with one of the guards. 

"Where are they taking here?!" Thomas asked him nervously, as he tried to peer around the man to see where she was going. 

"They have to run a few more tests," the man spoke in an oddly calm voice, "She's alright."

Thomas took a few steps back, as he let out heavy, anxious breaths. 

"Thomas, come sit back down." I grabbed his arm softly.  

Thomas turned back to me. 

He turned his head back once more, hoping he would catch one more glimpse of Teresa, before he reluctantly agreed and followed me back to the table.  

I returned back to my seat next to Newt. 

Newt looked at me, leaning forward as he studied my face intently. 

"What?" I asked Newt. 

"You um- look different.  You did something to- um- your eyebrows." Newt seemed to stumble over his words, as he reached up and grazed his fingertips softly over the side of my face.

"Yeah..." I forced a weak smile, as my eyes darted around to Minho and the others that sat around us from the Glade.  

The confused but intrigued looks they all had on their faces from the interaction caused me to feel even more anxious. 

"They look good, is what I'm... um trying to say... I mean- not that you didn't look good before..." Newt rambled on, as he continued to look at me. 

There was a thick tension that sat in the air, as Newt bit the inside of his cheek once he realized the looks we were getting from the others.  

"That was graceful." Frypan started chuckling. 

I could feel my whole face instantly turn red and hot. 

Why was I so nervous all of a sudden?

Why was Newt so nervous too?

Maybe it was the fact that we never really acted like this in front of the others? Back in the Glade it was mostly behind closed doors. 

Newt cleared his throat, as he shuffled in his seat, sitting up taller. 

"Alright, time to go in for the night." One of the guards announced loudly to the whole group. 

Everyone started getting up from their tables, grouping themselves up as they began walking towards the doors. 

Minho, Frypan, Winston, Thomas, Newt, and I, all looked at each other confused. 

"You six, come with me." A guard walked up to our table. 

I looked at the other groups, they were all separated. 

Boys were with boys, girls were with girls. 

"Me too?" I asked him, as we all stood up. 

"Yes, you too." The guard nodded. 

I wasn't going to complain, it just caught me by surprise. 

I mean, I'd rather stay with them instead of going with a group of random girls. 

"Can I... ask why?" I spoke softly, as the group of us followed him down the long hallway. 

"Bosses orders, bonded pair." He spoke quickly.