𝐈 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝗼 𝐘𝗼𝐮 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝗼𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝗼 𝐌𝐞

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ

You snickered as you saw a group of males walk into Jorge's 'Palace'

You knew they were dead meat unless Jorge spared their life, which would most likely not happened unless they happened to be important

You looked at Brenda who was glaring at each and one guy, although they couldn't see her, in fact they couldn't see anyone

The boys that entered began talking

The Asian looking one twisted his head around to take in the rest of the boys, some had fallen asleep or at least looked like they were, some were just laying down with blank faces

"How many?" The Asian one asked

"There's only eleven left of us" The blond one spoke looking sad, maybe stated devastated

The Asian dude shrugged "So what six of the Gladers died in the storm, maybe seven?"

You snickered silently, was the guy and idiot? Did he not know how to do math?

"Seven" Blondie snapped "Seven died! Unless they ran into another building which I doubt! Especially what happened to Jack"

The Asian dude either didn't hear him or decided to ignore him because what he said next pissed the blondie

"Dude, how are we gonna fight those cracks when there's only seven of us?"

"That's all you shucking care about?! How we're gonna fight the cranks? Some of the Gladers died Minho! Died! Winston being one of them!"

The Asian put his hands up in defense "Woah, slim it nice and calm dude, I didn't ask to be the leader, if you wanna cry go ahead but that's not what is leaders does, they figure where to go and what to do"

"Well I guess that's why you got the shucking job done" You kept stiffing a snicker, you couldn't believe that these two were fighting, especially a place they didn't know of

The blondie looked sad and apologized "Sorry i just..." He looked down fiddling his fingers

"Yeah I'm sorry too.." The guy rolled his eyes although you can see he didn't really mean to

They kept talking until the brown haired dude that looked like the real leader spoke

"I'm telling you we gotta eat first, we have to find food, I'm starving!"

"Food?" You heard Jorge say as he looked down at the small group of boys

Some looked shocked, others looked scared

The Asian spoke, surely you knew this guy was the talkative one in the group, you'd be surprised if you were wrong

"Who are you?"

Jorge jumped down the jagged hole that was in the ceiling and rolled, not once, not twice, but three times when he landed then spranged up and landed on his feet

"My name is Jorge" He bowed as if he were one of those guys who did cool tricks in a circus

"And I'm the crank who rules this place"

You looked at Brenda and both of you grinned

The fun was just about to begin...

Jorge smirked then spoke again "You people forgot how to talk? I'm sure you have something to say" He pointed at the Asian boy

No one said a word and Jorge sighed "Are you guys scared of cranks? Scared we'll pull out your eyeballs and eat um... Mmm yummy"

The Asian one spoke AGAIN "So you're admitting to be a crank? To be an insane person?"