Out Of Order (TMR Fanfic)

Chapter Seven

(Authors Note: I wrote this all with really long nails on so sorry if I misspelled some stuff or have any typos.)

Once again, I felt everyones eyes on me as I stepped into the circle of guys. I was nervous, yeah, but a part me of also thought I could win. And right now, I needed that part more than ever.

I stared into Gally's eyes as one of the gladers counted down from 5. "3...2...1!" he shouted as Gally came charging towards me. To my advantage, I was much smaller than him and faster too. I quickly move out of the way as Gally almost fell out the circle, trying to regain his balance.

The gladers were all cheering, some even seemed a bit surprised, seeing a girl take on Gally and dodge his first hit. But now was not the time to get cocky. After all, I could still lose.

Gally came running towards me again, this time his fist was inches away from my face as I swerved another one of his punches. He looked very irritated. He then moved closer to me, and he threw a punch that I was not expecting. I could feel Gally's fist clash with my face as I let out a groan. Gally smiled a bitter grin. Blood began dripping from my mouth.

Now, I was angry. I wasn't going to let this fool show me up. Not now. Now ever. I took a swing and missed. Then I took another, punching Gally so hard, his head flung back in pain. I then pushed him while he was distracted and used my leg to trip him by kicking his feet out from under him, causing him to fall out of the circle.

The croud cheered. Exited, I gave Gally a smile. "Good game," I said a reaching out for his hand to help him up but he didn't grab it. Instead, he stood up and left, giving me a nasty scowl as he did so.

I turned back to Minho, who was sitting there next to Newt. Both of them were still in awe. "I'm going to bed," I said, "I'll see you shanks in the morning."

Minho then got up quickly and caught up to me. "I'm tired too," he says walking with me. I give him a friendly smile. He chuckles.

"What?" I ask as he looks at me wide eyed.

"You caught onto glader slang pretty fast I see," Minho said as we both let out a small laugh.

I look at him and smile, "I guess I have."

Once we made it back to Minho's hut, he gestured me forward so I walked in. It wasn't as small as it looked on the outside. It had a twin bed, box with clothes on top, some paper and pencils, and some other random items. That was when the realization hit me. There is only one bed.

Minho must have seen the weirded out look on my face as he said, "you can have the bed, I'll sleep on the floor." I turned to him wide eyed.

"There is no way I'm letting you give up your bed for me. This is your hut, I'll sleep on the floor," I suggested, rather hesitantly.

Minho looked amused. "Sorry, Princess," he said, "not happening." I looked at him and then looked at the bed. There technically is room for two people in te bed. But wouldn't that be weird since we only just met? I don't know where I wanted to sleep, but I was just too tired to argue so I climbed into the bed, pulling the covers over my body. Minho sighed and said goodnight, while laying on the floor.

"What do you think your doing. In in here," I said, patting the space next to me on the bed. Minho stood there awkwardly for a second ad his eyes lit up.

Not waiting for him to make a decision, I turned over, trying to get some sleep. I soon felt a weight lean onto the bed as Minho climbed in. We were both on the very edges of the bed, putting as much space as we could between eachother.

I was so tired and I had a big day ahead of my tomorrow so I closed my eyes and tried to pass out. Soon I felt myself drifting into a deep sleep.