Maze Runner Imagines

IM- Stranger to Apologies

Word Count: 2233, TW: catcalling, little swearing

You were still new to the Glade, only three weeks in, but you already felt like you fit in perfectly. Sure, the boys were annoying at times and usually didn't smell amazing, but they became family to you very quickly.

It took a while for Newt and Alby to decide which job fit best for you. You were really good at gardening, and Newt was pushing to have you be a Track-hoe with him. He'd liked your presence from the start. But Alby objected, suggesting that you were more skilled at construction, which you were, and should join the builders instead. Besides, the builders we're getting hurt all the time and could always use and extra hand.

At first, you were reluctant to being a builder. The boys were nice and you shared a lot of inside jokes, but they usually underestimated how good you were with tools and architecture. The only one that didn't make funny of you was the keeper, Gally, then again he didn't really speak to you much at all.

Gally was never rude, nor extremely friendly to you. You acknowledged each other's existence in the Glade, but that was about it. Sometimes you'd be hammering in nails at the homestead and you'd glance over, sometimes making eye contact with the boy, then he'd sharply look away; but that was the extent of it. Sometimes, when the other builders were instructed to do work on the roof, he would tell you to do some smaller, insignificant job.

One day, after a storm, a tree had fallen over on to the lookout. The boys successfully moved the tree, but more work had to be done about the floorboards and railing. Gally decided there was nothing they could do about it because all of the builders were too heavy to get up there, but you were sure you were light enough and could fix it on your own.

"Gally come on, I'm light enough to go up there. I can have it fixed by the time the walls close," You pleaded, trailing behind the keeper who started to walk away from the lookout. The other builders stood close by.

"I'm not letting you go up there." He grunted, not looking back.

You quickened your pace, jogging right up beside him, "Give me one good reason why not? I have good balance," you laughed.

Gally stopped in his tracks and looked you dead in the eyes, "Y/N, I'm not letting you go up there, so stop asking."

"It's because I'm the girl here, huh?" You blurted out before he could walk away.

His expression was strange, he almost looked, "Y/N..."

"No, no it's fine," you scoffed at the ground, then back up at him, "You do this all the time. I don't know why I expected any different." You stormed away, leaving Gally to sit with your words.

* * *

Alby called for a bonfire that night. There was no new greenie yet, but he felt like everyone deserved the break, and you appreciated it. You needed to forget about the incident earlier, and no one was better than Frypan at lifting your mood.

You hung around by his small chef's hut, avoiding the larger crowds of boys. You liked them all, well most of them, but you weren't quite comfortable jumping into random conversations just yet.

"Gally was such a dick earlier," you ranted to Fry, licking the excess grease from his bacon off your fingers, "Yeah sure I could fall from the lookout, but I swear, if I were a boy and still light he would've let me up there."

Frypan pulled out a jar with some liquid in it, a drink you knew was nasty but a good time, "Sounds like you need a glass of this."

"Please."