Minho walked in with a smile.
"Is she doing better Dr. Newton?" Minho said with a smirk on his face teasing Newt.
"She's doing well thank you Minho." Newt replied knowing Minhos true name lay undiscovered. As well as mine, who the other Gladers are pretty sure, was just to be me, Jess. I was the fame I was named after. Its nice to think that, but I still get really curious sometimes.
When I 'awoke' from my daze and Minho had his arms around me. I must have been thinking hard because I didn't hear him move, and he has heavy footsteps. I've noticed that about him. Its almost like his one imperfection, stealth. Well, that he has none.
I glanced up at him and he is smiling down on me. Like sunshine on the glade, we wouldn't be alive without it, just as I wouldn't be alive if I didn't have someone as caring has him to keep me from suicide.
"You feeling alright Jess? Cause I got an idea." He smirked. I looked over at Newt, who obviously saw Minho's smirk an knew what he meant. And so did I.
"I think I am." I said smirking back at him, showing him I knew what he meant. Newt quickly left the room. I don't blame him. I hate being a third wheel too. I looked up at Minho and smiled and he looked down on me and smiled. Eventually after several minutes of staring at each other we silently agreed to leave the homestead. Most likely to apologize to FryPan.
We glance away from each other an walk out of the small room in the homestead. Minho had his arm around me, claiming me. I didn't mind. I love Minho, I'm just worried that this is all a joke, an act. Because what perfect guy would date a fugly girl like me? Minho, I guess. Not to mention all of the flirting going on.
We climbed down the stairs in the homestead. And slowly made out way to the kitchen. It was a long walk, but at least I didn't fall on my face this time. And even if I did fall Minho would catch me. Right?
We finally get to the kitchen.
"Jess. Minho." Frypan says. The was he said our names almost sounded cruel. Like he hated us. Despised us. Loathed us. Detested us.
Minho must not have noticed, or just not cared because he smiled. "Hey Frypan. I'm sorry man. Are we cool?"
Frypan didn't respond. He only frowned. "Can we talk tomorrow?" He asked Minho. His eyes filled with a mix of hurt and hate. Similar to my own were before I came to the maze. Believe it or not the maze was the best thing to happen to me.
Minho only nodded, frowning. For me it was understandable. Frypan was cleaning up from dinner.
Minho began to move away, taking me with him. I did not object. Frypan did not want to talk. I did not want answers. Yet.