thomas

Is there any one else to loose? Everyone is gone. I have five people left. Minho, Brenda, Jorge, Teresa, and Aris.

"Tom, they're going to move us soon. Please come talk to me in private. Now." Teresa demanded.

I told her about Ratman's speach to convince me to go back to W.I.C.K.E.D.

"What are you talking about, Tom?" she asked me. "Please. I still want to talk to you though."

"Let's go somewhere more private. You'll make this quick." I said. I sat down against a wall while we sat in scilence. "If you aren't going to say anything, we can be done." I noted. She lectured me about how I was being a jerk, and that she did bad things in the Scorch to save me in the long run. She said that W.I.C.K.E.D wasn't going to stop until they get their blue print. I was kind of mad with her, and I thought we were friends once. Not as close as Newt, but close. The thought of him made me ache for his lips against mine. His warm body pressed against mine. Then I had a small mental breakdown remembering that that can never happen ever again, because the Newt I knew, was lost forever.

"I want you to trust me again." Teresa said snapping me out of my dream world with Newt.

"We'll see what happens I'd we don't get sold first." I said.

"You don't trust me." She stated bluntly. I repeated what I had said three seconds previous. I walked away, feeling guilty about the hurt look on her face when I left.