I woke up next to Chuck, but no Gally. I was disappointed, but when had Gally not left me disappointed. I was saddened at the thought that everything would go back to normal. As if Gally and I hardly knew eachother.
I had forgiven his unpleasant words and cold shoulders so easily that it had left me back at square one. Alone, permanently stained by my unwavering feelings towards him.
Judging by his empty promise, my attraction towards him was seemingly unrequited. Ultimately, it made me look and feel stupid for ever letting him under my skin.
I had now come to the conclusion that I was naive and gullible. It was easier when he hadn't kissed me because then, I was blissfully unaware of the turmoil he would cause within me. Then, I wouldn't be as confused and hurt as I was at the moment.
The blinding light peeking through the window soon dragged me out of my thoughts prompting me to wake Chuck.
"Hey, wake up", I shook him softly. He rubbed his eyes yawning, "Good morning". "Morning", I forced a smile not wanting Chuck to see me unhappy. Chuck frowned perceiving my deception, "Are you okay?".
"I'm fine, really", I nodded getting off of the bed. Chuck squinted his eyes preparing to speak, but decided against it. "You ready for breakfast?", I swiftly changed the topic, trying to sound more cheerful.
He gave me a small nod then followed me out the door. The Glade was as it always was, with the faint sounds of laughter and boys getting to work. Chuck and I made our way to Frypan, who had been watching over our food for us.
"Why didn't you tell me?", as soon as Chuck left, Frypan's words flew quickly out of his mouth. He looked slightly upset that he had been left in the unknown. "Tell you what?", I shrugged trying to pinpoint what he was getting at.
"Don't do that", he pointed sternly, "What's going on between you and Gally? You didn't tell me that everything went well, I had to hear it from Minho".
I scrunched my face in confusion as to how Minho, of all people, would know what was going on between Gally and I.
I looked around trying to find Minho, but instead found Gally. He stood with the other builders laughing. He looked ecstatic, a far cry from the position I was in. Maybe he had left early in the morning, not wanting to wake Chuck and I.
There I was again giving him the benefit of the doubt, but I wanted so badly for me to be wrong about my assumptions. I rolled my eyes before Gally could catch on, turning back to Frypan. "There was nothing to tell", I shrugged.
"Nothing to tell? Everyone has been whispering about you two all morning!", he exclaimed. What could Minho have possibly told everyone? I pulled my eyes away from Fry trying to disguise my disheartened expression, "If things were going smoothly I would have told you".
Frypan seemed to catch onto my change in mood. "Look, I want you to be happy. If he hurt you, you tell me right away", he extended his arm squeezing my forearm.
I didn't even know if Gally had intentionally hurt me or if I was just being sensitive. All I knew was that my emotions were at war with eachother. "I promise I'll tell you everything later", I gave him a small smile. He nodded in response sending me off.
As I made my way to our usual table, the boys sat impatiently until their attention fell upon me. They each smiled smuggly as if they were expecting something. "What are you all staring at?", I snapped coming off ruder than initially intended.
The boys stayed silent observing intently as I sat down. "What?", I pressed becoming impatient. "I saw Gally leaving your room last night", Minho spoke up. He smirked at me as if he had just revealed the biggest secret of the century.
I squinted my eyes, that's what he had told everyone. Despite the silliness of it all, my heart seemed to plummet into the bottom of my stomach. Minho had only proven my assumptions, and it made me wish he hadn't spoken at all.
The boys began to talk over eachother, laughing and cracking jokes about the situation. "Gally was in OUR room?", Chuck said suddenly, eyes wide, making the boys laugh harder.
"Yeah, it was like midnight and I was coming from the restroom", Minho chuckled in between sentences, "You should have seen the look on his face. He looked so guilty". "What did you do to him?", he joked his attentiveness now on me again.
"Nothing. Nothing happened, so stop going on about it", I choked on my words. I quickly stood up no longer wanting to partake in this conversation.
Minho looked at Newt taken back, "What, did I strike a nerve?". Newt noticed my discomfort as he grabbed Minho's arm stopping him from going after me.
I let out a sigh of relief as their voices grew farther away, only becoming startled by a body slamming into mine. The boy's hands flew to my waist steadying me, "I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Ha, I'm so out of it today. Sorry again".
"Hi", the deep voice had ignited an anger within me. I pushed him away creating a foot of space between us. Gally's smile faded as he looked to me bewildered. "Where's all of this coming from?", he attempted to hide his short-temper by pulling me closer.
"Where is this coming from?", I laughed bitterly as I moved away from him again. "Where were you this morning? You left me alone when you said you wouldn't", my eyes began to water. I internally cursed myself for being so emotional all of the time.
"Do you know how stupid I look?", I straightened my posture determined to look stronger than the way I felt. Regret reflected through his gaze, his face softening, as he took in my expression.
"Y/N", his hand moved to caress my cheek but my own hand caught his. "Stop", I whispered. I could feel myself becoming weak, ready to give in, as my hand held onto his.
Before he could say anything else or even explain himself, a cry for help erupted nearby. My eyes widened as I watched Thomas quickly cut a corner, Ben chasing him on his heels.
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Transparent ☆ [The Maze Runner] Gally
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