𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘//𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐗𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

The day everything went to shit part 2

As much as I was stewing with anger at having to apologize, I quickly became distracted by the work assigned for today. We were having a bonfire. It wasn't a greenie bonfire, so it wouldn't be as grand, but it was supposed to be just as fun. We broiled and fried and chopped and stirred all day. Newt made me skip my breaks as punishment for Paul's impromptu haircut.

Of course I flipped him off and stuck my tongue out at him, but he didn't seemed very bothered by my usual sentiments by now. Frypan as nice as ever, let me go an hour before the bonfire to get ready and all cleaned up. Today was also box day. To my delight I had received a pair of new overalls, a few pretty rings, a new pair of shoes, old magazines that ranged from scandalous headlines to tutorials on how to make your grass just a tad bit greener. A dozen or so paint cans and even a small and tidy bin of makeup that made my heart flutter.

I lay all freshened up, sprawled out on the grass at dusk with all of my new found treasures. A permanent smile etched across my face. The Bonfire had been sparked. The warmth was already sinking into my skin. Minho sat by me on a tree stump, he was finishing up his dinner.

"I love box day." I sighed.

"Yeah you'll love it until it brings a new greenie." Minho said dryly. "Just as curious and annoying as the last one. Following you with all these buggin' questions."

"Uh you were a greenie too."

"Was not!" Minho gruffed. "And I stand by that." He got up from a log and roared out to the boys. "I was a part of the original gladers!" Cheers echoed all the way against the mazes walls. I rolled my eyes.

"You were a part of the blah blah blah." He kicked my leg playfully.

"I'm gonna go get some of Gally's secret recipe, want some?"

"Fuck no man!" I cried out. "That shit tastes awful." Minho grinned at my disgust. "Gonna be honest here." Lowering my voice I hissed. "I think Gally pisses in it."

"Shuckface probably does, but piss still gets you buzzed."

"Sounds delicious, no thanks."

"Suit yourself lady." Minho slipped away to go find a drink. I let my gaze fall across the glade. Boys gathered in little clusters, Frypan was still cooking away in the kitchen, Gally was fighting with someone in the circle game, and Newt was chatting with Alby. As I looked around the bonfire I saw something odd. Paul.

He was glaring at me through his mangled hair, jaw clenched, smiling a sick smile. The kind that would make milk turn sour. Never taking his eyes off of me he leaned over to Victor, whispering something in his ear. My chest tightened, my nerves buzzed. Something was wrong here. I didn't know what it was but it made my stomach bubble with unease. I pushed the feeling away and turned my attention to a groups conversation, not caring what it was about as long as it provided me some solace.

"And then her head fell off!" Boys gasps filled the air in a corner where it seemed like they were exchanging stories. A memory popped into my head. Camping. Ghosts. A deliciously horrible story. Perfect. Grinning I stood up to grab for a flashlight in the kitchen. I creeped up behind the boys. They were the ones on the younger side, Chuck was among them.

"Are we telling scary stories?" I said flipping the flashlight upwards towards my face, making my voice husky and gravelly. The boys flinched in surprise. One yelped.

"Jeez y/n you scared us!" One said, letting go of his friends hand.

"Yeah." I snickered, scrunching my face up. "That was the point!" I felt a little guilty for knowing who these kids were but not their names. Instead I'd made nicknames up for them. There was Freckles, Scraggles, Glasses, Middle Aged Mother, and Short Kid. I squeezed in between Glasses and Chuck on the mossy log. "Names?" I asked, pointing the flashlight around at the kids. Glasses piped up first.

"Well I'm Jeremy." He said motioning towards his chest. Jeremy pointed at Freckles. "This is Ronnie. He doesn't really talk." Scraggles raised his hand toward me.

"I'm Clyde." His hair looked even messier than usual today. Clyde had a bit of dirt grubbed across his nose.

"I'm Peter." Middle aged mother huffed through his turned up face.

"And I'm Marcello." The short kid smirked at me as he crossed his arms. "Nice to meet you Beautiful." A laugh escaped me when Marcello winked at me. He only came up to my chin which made the entire situation even more hilarious. I coughed to stifle the rest of my laughs that threatened to burst out. I had to shield my face away from him so I wouldn't start choking with laughter. Every time I would peak at him he'd raise his eyebrows at me flirtatiously, twisting his lips around which caused his thin beginning of a mustache to waggle around.

"So who's next?" I asked, trying to ignore Marcello's antics. "For the stories."

"Well we don't really have anymore." Clyde shrugged. "Just telling repeats to Chuck."

"I have one." I smirked sneakily. "Well it's not a story, more like a poem really." They leaned in. I had all of their attention.

"A poem?" Jeremy said with a quizzical look on his face.

"A poems not gonna scare us y/n." Chuck laughed.

"Yeah it's a poem."

"Oh but you haven't heard this one." I said making my eyes wide. Clyde beckoned for me to start.

"Okay then tell it then." I cleared my throat all proper before leaning forward. My face tinged with the fire's sweet warmth.

"In a mean abode in the shanking road, lived a woman named Willia Bloat." The boy's seemed invested now. The fire bouncing off of their eyes, I continued. "Now she had a husband, the plague of her life who continually got her goat." I let my hair droop in front of my face as I told the last part. "And one day at dawn, with her night shift on, she slit his bloody throat." Turning to the boys I saw their mouths open, desperate eyes showing their anticipation.

"Well! Then what?!" Peter crowed.

"Then I can't remember the rest but let's just say she goes into town with all her murder weapons and kills all the boys who ever wronged her." I looked up into the night sky as I counted off on my fingers. "By poisoning, hanging, shooting, the works." I saw Frypan bringing over some food to us in the corner of my eye. He gave the kids each a bowl, a warm smile dazzling his face. Smirking evilly I made my voice gravelly again. "Maybe she even cut one guy up." I pointed towards the food. "Cooked him, tossed him in the pot." The boys looked down at Frypan's stew curling their lips up in disgust. "Mmmh, yummy." I patted a couple on the back before standing up. "Enjoy the slop folks." I said cheerily. After stretching I walked off closer to the bonfire, the fire curling and flipping around like two dancers. Their passion burning into one another.

"Truth or dare?!" Someone exclaimed. A crowd started to form together, my hand was grabbed by a faceless boy and dragged over. Raucous noises fighting over each other to be heard was a norm in the little circle that had been arranged. I found myself sitting on a very large stump. Next to Victor...