Summary: The Gladers decide to play Truth Or Dare. Minho dares Y/N to kiss Newt.
We sit in a large circle in the middle of the Glade. The majority of the Gladers are holding a jug of Gally’s drink - Teresa, who is sitting between Thomas and I, is starting to look a little green.
“Let’s play Truth Or Dare!” yells Minho. The boys cheer, their drinks sloshing onto the hard ground.I laugh, despite my uneasiness about the game. Minho briefly explains the rules. Alby watches him warily but doesn’t interrupt him.
As usual, the dares are pretty stupid. Gally runs three laps of the Glade completely naked, and Winston licks one of the toilet seats without cleaning it first.
I look across the circle at Newt. As soon as our eyes meet, he blushes and looks away. I frown. He always seems to be nervous around me. Am I that scary? Minho looks between us amusedly, and I cringe, sensing that he is planning something.
“Truth or dare, Y/N?” he asks. I freeze up. Which one should I pick? I figure that it’s always safer to go with dare - I don’t want all the boys knowing my secrets. The Gladers become silent, waiting for my answer. I look at Teresa, hoping for some support, but she looks like she’s about to puke.
“Dare” I smile, trying to look like I’m totally at ease. Minho grins mischievously, and I roll my eyes, trying to look confident. In reality, my heart is racing. I wipe my sweaty palms on my pants and take a deep breath.
“I dare you…to kiss Newt!” he laughs. I look at him, wide-eyed. The sound of the Gladers cheering fades away as panic starts to choke me. Will I really have to kiss Newt? Sure, he’s handsome and sweet, and he has an amazing accent…but what if he doesn’t want to kiss me?
I look at Newt. He smiles nervously and starts to stand up, brushing his blonde hair out of his eyes. I push myself onto my feet and meet him in the middle of the circle. All eyes are on us. I hadn’t realised how tall Newt was, or how deep and warm his brown eyes were.
“Hey” he whispers.
“Hey” I reply shakily. He takes a step towards me.
“If you don’t want to do this, I…” I start. He laughs, cutting me off.
“You think I’m going to let the opportunity to kiss a beautiful girl pass by?”
I blush. “Unless, of course, you don’t want to do this…” he continues.
I shake my head. “You think I’m going to let the opportunity to kiss a cute boy pass by?”
He laughs and leans down towards me. Time seems to slow down. Our lips connect. My eyes close instinctively and, feeling his arms wrap around my waist, I put my arms around his neck. I smile against his lips, barely hearing the Gladers cheering, Gally shouting “Get a room!” or Teresa vomiting.
We break apart for air after what feels like hours, both grinning from ear to ear.