TITANIUM || The Death Cure ? Newt [3]

Chapter 11

"No," I admitted. "To tell you the truth, I have no idea why I'm here." I pulled up another chair to sit down in front of her. "I don't know why I'm sitting here, talking to you. Don't get me wrong, it would make my day if I could just give you one good punch to your pretty little face... But, honestly, I can't do it."

Teresa didn't interrupt my ranting. Funny, I thought she would get tired of listening to my voice.

"It's because you're a good person, Rosalee. You may not pay attention to your actions at the moment, but would later regret it.

My blood began to boil.

"Stop pretending like you think you know me, when the truth is, you don't," I said defensively.

Teresa didn't say anything. That brought my anger down slightly. Now, I felt nothing. Like a switch turned off and I began to grow bored. Why did I think it would be a good idea to come here? This was stupid, and definitely a waste of my time. Before I could get up to leave, I noticed Teresa studying me curiously.

"You've really changed, Rosalee," she commented. "The Rosalee I knew in the Maze was a little naive and gullible, and now, you've put up a wall to shield yourself."

I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Was that supposed to be a compliment?"

"What I mean is you've changed into something stronger. But the only thing that hasn't changed about you is your embodiment. I know you still care about your friends and Newt. That's why you're willing to risk your life to save Minho."

"Will you shut up?" I said, irritated once again. "Don't talk to me about what you know or don't know. I'm tired of it."

For the first time, Teresa's face changed. If I hurt her feelings, then oh well. Or maybe not. She still is a person like the rest of us, so I shouldn't become insensitive. Even though I hated what she said, I do regret thinking about hurting her feelings.

Suddenly, a question popped into my head that I had to ask her.

"Does our friendship back in the Glade still mean anything to you?"

Being caught off guard by that question, Teresa tilted her head in confusion. I know it was stupid to ask that, but I had to get it out. It still hurts to think about how close we were before we escaped the Maze. Even before that, how close we were in W.I.C.K.E.D. I felt tears rising in my eyes, but forced them back. I didn't want her to see me cry. She doesn't get to anymore. After letting her think in silence for a few seconds, she answered reluctantly.

"Well, ever since I left you guys six months ago, there wasn't a day that went by without me thinking about you guys. I actually miss you, even though I know I shouldn't see you again."

So maybe I was wrong about her. She does still care.

"I also often think about how my first day in the Glade went when I threw rocks at you guys."

In a shocking response, I chuckled. I chuckled with Teresa. But after five seconds of giggling, it went quiet again. I missed laughing with her. I miss the old Teresa.

"Why do you ask?" Teresa said.

I began to grow angry again, knowing that the answer to her question wasn't going to be nice at all.

"Because if you really cared about our friendship, you wouldn't have thrown it away for a stupid cure."

"This cure is going to fix the world. We just need more time-"

"How can you still believe there is hope for that? I can't believe you are still this delusional and care more about W.I.C.K.E.D. than your own friends."