I glance at Newt, asleep in the front seat. What had happened there? Why was he out cold? Brenda looks at me, her gaze full of curiosity.
"Well..." I whisper. "I don't actually have something to say. I just wanted to get out of that room."
Brenda rolls her eyes. "You know, for a 'Genius', you really are stupid. What makes you think you could just get out of that?"
I shrug. "I needed answers. And I still do. Can you tell me what's going on?" I say, crossing my arms.
She shakes her head. "I don't even really know myself. But I do know that you and your friends should be fine. I don't think they're actually selling you to WICKED.
Even the Right Arm wouldn't stoop that low."
Wouldn't they, though? They've already kidnaped us. Selling us doesn't seem below them. I open my mouth to say this, but the door suddenly opens.
"Oh. Hey, Amelia." Thomas says, standing in the doorway.
"Shhhhhh!" Brenda and I shush him at the exact same time, pointing at Newt, asleep in the front seat. But it was too late. I see his eyes open and dart around, as if he had no idea where he was.
"Aw shit." I hear Brenda whisper underneath her breath. All of us sit and stare at him, not moving a muscle, terrified to provoke him further.
"What the bloody hell?!" Newt screams. "I was having a perfectly good dream! What makes you think you can just wake me up like that?!"
"Newt! Slim it!" I hear Minho shout from behind him. Newt twists his body so he can look back at us.
"Minho? Izzat you?" He squints his eyes against the brightness of the outside. "Don't tell me to slim it! You just woke me up! What in God's bloody name makes you think you can..."
He stops abruptly. I turn around, trying to locate the reason behind this, but there's nothing there. I look back at him and realize he was looking at me.
"Amelia?" he says, his demeanor suddenly calm.
"What... why are you here?" He asks. "You shouldn't be here. It isn't safe."
I smile. "It's nice to know that you care about me. If you need to know, me and the rest of the groups were kidnapped and are being sold to-"
"Stop!" Brenda says, cupping her hand over my mouth. "You can't tell him stuff like that. It's too much for his brain to process."
I wrench away from Brenda's hand. "Okay, okay! I'll shut up!"
"Excuse me! It is not too much for my brain to process. I may be a crank, but I'm not stupid. Yet."
"I know you're not stupid. But I don't want your stupid girlfriend to trigger something in that complex brain of yours." Brenda says, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
I feel my blood rush up to my cheeks. "I'm not his girlfr-"
"How dare you make fun of Amelia and I's relationship like that! She is not my girlfriend, and will never be my girlfriend. She's like a sister to me!" He shouts at her.
She raises her hands defensively and smiles.
"Okay, okay! You guys just seemed awfully buddy-buddy back at WICKED headquarters..." Brenda says through a smirk.
"Brenda, you of all people should know not to mess with a... with Newt." Thomas says, ushering Minho and a couple other group As into the van. "So shut your shuck mouth."
Brenda sits back in her seat, still smirking. I look at Newt, who was already looking back at me. He quickly jerks his head away, focusing on the ropes tying him down.
Brenda nudges me in the rib cage. She smiles and raises her eyebrows. I shake my head and look down, trying to hide the blush making my face bright red.