Newt

Mia had always felt a bit lost in the Glade, but from day one, her heart was filled with a single thought—Newt. His confidence and strictness drew her in like a magnet. Every time he walked past, she tried not to look him in the eyes, fearing that he might be able to read her thoughts. He was the second-in-command after Alby, and his authority commanded respect. But to Mia, he wasn't just a leader—he was the one who made her heart beat faster.

One day, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, Mia was sitting on the grass with Chuck, discussing Glade business. Chuck, the youngest of the group, was always full of energy and curiosity.

"You know, Mia, you look at Newt a lot," he noted with a mischievous smile.

Mia blushed and tried to change the subject, but the words escaped her on their own:

"Yes, I like Newt... But it doesn't mean anything! He doesn't even know!"

Without a second thought, Chuck jumped to his feet:

"I'll tell him! This will be awesome!"

"No, Chuck!" she shouted, but it was too late. The boy was already racing toward the edge of the clearing.

Mia ran after him in a panic. "How could he?!" she thought. Chuck had always been restless, but now she realized this could end badly.

Suddenly, Chuck collided with Newt, who was standing at the edge of the clearing, looking at them with bewilderment. Mia stopped, breathless from running and embarrassment.

"What's going on here?" Newt asked, raising an eyebrow.

Mia tried to smooth things over:

"We were just running around and having fun..."

But Chuck couldn't resist outing her:

"She wanted to hit me! Because I wanted to tell you that she likes you!"

Mia's heart stopped. She froze, not knowing what to say. Newt looked at her with a slight smirk on his face and patted Chuck on the shoulder:

"Go on, take a walk while we talk here."

Chuck happily ran off, leaving Mia alone with Newt. He stepped closer, crossing his arms over his chest with a grin on his face:

"So... do I really like you? Or are there going to be some excuses, milady?"