𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐀𝟖 || 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐭

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫

"Come on then, Greenie," Gally said as you stepped into the ring.

"3, 2, 1!" the other Gladers cheered. Gally immediately rushed at you, throwing you to the ground.

The Gladers booed in disappointment.

"Should've known you wouldn't last long," Gally said smugly. "You're just some girl."

"What?" you got to your feet, voice dangerously low. "What did you just say?"

Newt smiled to himself, knowing Gally was about to get his ass whipped. He'd angered the wrong girl.

"I said you're just some weak girl! You couldn't beat me!" Gally taunted.

"Oh yeah?" you cracked your knuckles. "Watch this, shuckface!"

Before Gally could put up a defence, you ran at him, kicking him in the groin, hard. He groaned loudly. You grabbed his shoulder and rammed your knee into his chest several times, and then backed up, performed a spinning kick and knocked him to the ground.

You pinned him with your foot. "Just some weak girl, huh."

Gally made a small whining sound, like a dog in pain. A puppy in pain, actually.

"Whoo! Yeah, Y/N!" you turned and saw Minho and Newt clapping loudly, and everyone else joined in. You got off Gally and made your way over to them.

"Y/N, that was shucking awesome," Newt patted you on the back.

"No one mess with Y/N," Minho joked. "She'll beat you into the ground!"

"Thanks, Minho," you bump his shoulder with yours, smiling friendlily at the two boys.

"Hey, come on, let's go sit back down," Newt gently took your arm and steered you and Minho onto a log. "I'll go grab us some food."

"I'll come with," Minho said instantly. "You always pick the wrong meat!"

"Do not!"

"Do so!"

You grinned to yourself as the two boys walked off, bickering like children.

"Heyyy, Y/N." you turned and saw a boy you hadn't met drunkenly staggering over to you, with blond hair and heavily lidded blue eyes. He sat down too close and you could smell Gally's brew on his breath. You inched away as far as possible.

"Oh, um, hi, nice to meet you," you stammered.

"Hey, I call dibs on the girl!" the guy yelled suddenly.

"Aw, come on man!"

"No fair!"

You were so shocked by such an outright display of revolting masculinity your mouth snapped shut and you couldn't defend yourself.

"Um look," you finally got out. "I'm not an object, okay? And who said I was dating anyone?"

"But I called dibs on you!" he snarled, and in a sudden show of strength he yanked you up and pushed you to the ground, where you landed hard in grass, damp with Gally's brew.

You screwed up your face in revulsion, scrambling to your feet again to get away, as far away as possible.

"What the blood shuck are you doing?!" you heard a familiar British voice yell out accusatorially. You turned and saw Minho and Newt, the former of which shoved the boy off you, and the latter glared at him.

"What the shuck, Ben?" Newt asked, fury in his voice.

"I called dibs and she said no," he slurred.