Wonderwall (The Maze Runner, Newt)

Before Bree could register what was happening, she was on the floor.

She looked around and saw someone beating the crap out of Graham.

Bree didn't realize who it was until she got closer. It was Newt. He was alive. He was really alive. She couldn't believe it.

"Newt!" She yelled, "Stop!"

Newt didn't seem to hear her, and if he did, he didn't care. He just kept on punching. She could hear the sick sound of Graham's face getting broken.

She ran over and grabbed his arm, as he was getting ready to punch again. His knuckles were covered in blood.

"Stop! Now!" She said again.

Newt turned on her. He ripped his arm from her grip and glared at her furiously, his breathing heavy.

"How could you? After every bloody thing!" He yelled.

Bree flinched. He said it with such ferocity that it felt like she just got punched in the gut.

"I don't love him. But he was here when you weren't." She said calmly. It surprised her how calm it came out.

"Oh, so whenever I'm not around you go hook up with whatever bloody guy you want? He tried to do that already, Bree!" He yelled, even louder.

"They told me you were dead! That you were gone! Who would care anyway? You shucking put me here! I hate you!" She yelled. Bree didn't even know if she meant it or not. She felt like she was going to cry, but she couldn't cry in front of Newt, not now.

A look of hurt crossed his face, and some his anger washed away slowly.

"Bree.. You don't mean that. You know I had to do it. I thought I was helping." He said.

"Helping?" Bree scoffed, "The only thing you helped with is for me to decide to be done with you and your klunk."

Newt shook his head. "They said if I didn't, they would kill you. And everyone else."

"They almost did kill me!" She yelled angrily, moving towards him.

"Do you realize that everything I've ever done for you was to protect you?!" Newt yelled, his face red in anger.

"I tried to keep you from the maze. You went anyway. I warned you about Graham. You still almost got raped. Bree, they would have killed you, so I tried to help-" He said, but Bree cut him off.

"Yeah, you really helped didn't you? I almost got-" Newt cut her off.

"Just shut up! Shut up! Shut your shuck face! I did everything because I love you. I always have and I always will, but you're too bloody stubborn to realize it! Now just shut up so we can get out of here." Newt said, finally letting his anger go.

Bree stared at him. "You, love me?"

"That's what I said." Newt said quietly.

"Newt.. Do you.. Did you remember me? From.. before the maze?" She asked. She remembered the first time she saw him. She felt like she knew him from somewhere, but couldn't figure out why.

Newt nodded slowly. "I couldn't remember who you were, but I did know that you were special."

Bree stepped closer to him and took his hand, studying his knuckles, caked with dry blood. Newt pulled his hand away quickly and shook his head. "Not after what you did." He said.

Bree couldn't believe what she was hearing. "But, Newt, it was an accident! You have to understand!"

The boy shook his head. "It's to late for understanding. We have to go."