“Let go of me you shucking idiot!” desperately I tried to push the boy’s hand of off my lower back, “don’t touch me.”
“Relax,” he laughed and continued his way down to my ass.
“That’s enough,” out of instinct I punched him. My fist got straight into his face and made his smile disappear.
“What the…? You crazy?” screaming he raised his own hand.
“Don’t you dare,” two arms wrapped around his neck and dragged him down. The tall broad stature of Gally hovered over his body. “Don’t you shucking dare.”
“I wasn’t doing anything. Get off me you shank.”
“It’s okay, Gally. Just leave him,” I grabbed his arm.
Snorting the blond boy let off of the other Glader. “I’ll have an eye on you.” Looking a little bit terrified the pale boy made his way to the homestead.
“I hate these boys.”
I sighed. “Yeah, me too.”
“Good uppercut by the way.” He held his large hand out for a high five.
“Thanks. I’m learning from the best.”
“You charming little slinthead.” After a short wink and a smile I turned around and ran to the med-jacks hut where I worked together with Jeff and Clint.
Being the only girl in the Glade had its pitfalls. Hormonal boys who couldn’t keep their hands by themselves were on my daily list. Although some of them were quite nice and cooperatively. Just the ‘wait. I’ll help you with this or that’ I got to hear hundredth of times a day got on my nerves. I knew they only want to avoid me getting hurt but just because I was a girl didn’t mean I couldn’t do anything by myself. Oh, I forgot there was one thing I was allowed to do. Washing the dishes in Frypan’s kitchen. Even though it was possible to cut myself with a knife and lose a finger or my whole hand. Frustrating. But in my head formed a mood lighten thought. My self-defence lessons. And my ‘teacher” was no other than…
“(Y/N), wait!” I turned around. An expectant expression spread across my face.
“Because of tonight,” Gally scratched the back of his head, “same time same place as usual?”
I nodded. “Sure.”
“Okay, see you later then.”
“Yeah.”
Gally. Yup, Gally was my teacher. He had made the suggestion as soon as I had been out of the box. He had shield my small, compared to his, body from the hungry glances of the other Gladers and he had been the one who let me borrow his bed for the first night. Since then you could describe us as best friends. Best friends with a few difficulties. Because he was quite stubborn and I am not either one to give in very easily there were a few fights between us. Nothing big. We didn’t talk to each other for a few days till one gave up and apologized. After a quick hug that sent shivers through my whole body (till today I couldn’t figure out why) everything was alright again.
But in the last couple of weeks my brain slowly began to realize why my body reacted so sensitive to his touch. I desperately tried to avoid thinking of this topic but there was no way I could deny it. I, (Y/N), was falling in love with my best friend. My ‘teacher’ or however you wanted to call it. Just a few days ago I finally achieved admitting it to myself and now I am completely freaking out just wasting one thought about what was going to happen tonight.
The truth must be told. And the next training lesson will be the perfect opportunity.
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In the late afternoon time crawled so slowly I thought my boredom was going to kill me. The hut of the mad-jacks was empty. Not one Glader showed up today. Usually there was always one clumsy one who fell of a ladder or tripped over his own feet. But nothing.
