𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘//𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐗𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

Victor is the Masochist to our Sadist selves <3

My eyes kept flitting back to Gally. He was annoyingly perfect for the job. Great. Now I just had to find some way to talk to him. Unfortunately Newt disrupted my thoughts.

"Alright let's start the meeting off again with Gally." Gally rustled around his chair leaning backwards with crossed arms.

"You wanna hear what I have to say?" Gally said with spite filling his voice. "Victor's a shuck piece of trash. If Nick was here he would've put this loser shank straight in the slammer." The air in the room turned mournful and boy's faces squirmed with discomfort. "Yeah he would, and all of you know it."

"This isn't a funeral Gally, it's not about what Nick would do it's about what we're-" Paul was cut off before he could even start.

"Shut up!" Gally snapped. "I've had enough of you today. Keep your shuck mouth closed idiot." Paul's face stood still in shock before shrinking back in his chair, submitting to Gally's demands.

My mouth almost dropped open. He got Paul to shut up. He was even more fit for being a fake boyfriend then I thought. "Keep this in mind, would everyone who died want y/n to join them in the graveyard? She's only been nasty to people who've been bad to her. You Shanks should know better." Gally said as he shook his head. "I vote putting Victor in the slammer for a week, and extra chores when he gets out for how much he's messed with them."

"Good that." Newt murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. "Frypan?"

"Y/n did almost filet Victor, but I like them. They're pretty cool y'know, nice to have in the kitchen. Always get her job done." I smiled at this. He was right. I did work a little harder in the kitchen just because Frypan was so easy to get along with.

"I don't want them gone, sure they say stuff we don't understand sometimes and makes different jokes then us but she does her part and she's nice to me. I don't know what you guys are doin' to make them not like you, maybe you shanks should just be nice." He paused before continuing. "I say week in the slammer for Victor and y/n stays." I nodded at him. Frypan really was a cool guy. If I don't die I should make it up to him somehow. Minho picked up the conversation after Frypan.

"Victor, week in the slammer. Y/n stays. You guys said everything I wanted to say."

"Alby as the leader do you got anythin' to say?" Newt asked hunched over a notepad. I made eye contact with Alby and rubbed my throat and neck dramatically. The bruises were almost gone but still noticeable if you looked for them. He nodded at me in recognition.

"I think y/n should stay but this is a democracy so we'll see what you Slintheads vote." Everyone's eyes turned to me, waiting for what I had to say. Finally. I took a deep breath before starting.

"First off can I just say this is a little much." Holding up my tied up wrists I continued. "I mean you guys love me. I keep it real and I'm hilarious."

"Actually you're just a bitch." Paul snarled. The entire room erupted in noise talking over each other. Right as I opened my mouth to tear this motherfucker apart Newt stopped me.

"Woah woah woah! We don't use that kind of language with each other. Especially not with y/n. Watch your mouth Paul." Paul groused under his breath but begrudgingly complied.

"I gave you all the time in the world to say horrible awful things about me and now you have to sit there quietly and listen just like I did." I was suprised at how calm and collected my voice was when I was feeling just the opposite inside.

"Most everyone here has hit on me at least once. I get it, I'm the hottest thing to probably ever happen to the glade but you still gotta treat me like a human being. When I get mad, everything blows up. But it only happens if you do something bad to me first. I don't think I've been rude to anyone as long as they haven't harassed me or my friends."