Newt

Everyone in the Glade was sure you and Newt hated each other.

Every day ended with another quarrel.

"Are you doing everything your way again?" Newt asked irritably.

"Have you decided to boss everyone around again?" you replied.

No one guessed it was just a game. When night fell and everyone fell asleep, you would meet secretly by the gardens or near the Wall. There were no shouts or arguments—only quiet conversations, smiles, and stolen hugs.

But one day everything went wrong.

Gally brought some moonshine, and after a hard day, Newt decided to have a drink. It didn't end with just one mug.

An hour later he could barely stand on his feet.

"Where is she?" he asked again and again. "Call her..."

At first, Minho didn't understand who they were talking about, but after hearing your name for the tenth time, he sighed heavily.

• That's enough. I'll bring her myself.

He knocked on the door of your room.

• Can?

• What's happened?

"Newt's drunk on Gally's moonshine," Minho said, crossing his arms. "And honestly, I'm tired of hearing him call you. Let's go."

You looked at him in surprise.

• Me?

"Yes. He doesn't want to see anyone else. Honestly... I wonder what's going on between you."