asa was a fighter, the type of person who would do anything for the people she loved. and she did just that. she'd managed to get herself into the glade, all for her brother.
then she met gally, the boy who fought more than he could ever love.
and...
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"Would you rather, eat nothing but Fry's slop for the rest of your life or spend a night in the Deadheads?" I asked, sitting back in the chair in the corner of the Med room. We hadn't had anyone come in through the day, and it had gotten quite boring. But each time we left, Alby would stare us down until we were running back inside. So, we'd spent the half hour playing a game that Jeff claimed to invent.
"Easy, Fry's slop." Jeff answered, Clint hadn't answered every question we asked, mostly putting in sarcastic remarks on how dumb the game was.
"Seriously? I'd go Deadheads any day." I told him, leaning forward in my seat to look at the drawing Clint had been working on. It was of the Glade, every little detail of it added, along with few Gladers working—almost like he'd taken a black and white picture of it and printed it out. "Have you always been able to draw like that?" I asked, trying not to hover as I took in the art.
"I guess so." He mumbled, flipping over the page so I could no longer see it. "I can draw you, if you'd like." Clint offered, Jeff moved to his side, whispering something I was unable to hear and Clint smiled.
"What?"
"It's a surprise, why don't you get back to your game?" Clint grinned, glancing to Jeff who smirked as he sat back into his chair.
"I have a good one." Jeff said, I rose a brow, waiting for him to say it, "would you rather, beat up Curtis—" I opened my mouth to answer the easy question before he'd finished but he stopped me. "Or kiss Gally." Okay, maybe the answer wasn't easy.
"Oh, that is a good one. What will it be, the one who's obsessed with you or lover boy?" Clint sang out, "you can't do both, though we know you want to."
"You're insane, I don't want to kiss Gally." I rolled my eyes, glaring between the two and they laughed. "What even gives you that impression?" Their laughs only grew louder at my question, Jeff nearly tumbling to the floor.
"I don't know, Asa, let me think back to day one of you being here. It was practically love at first sight." Jeff stated, I was dumfounded, had it really seemed that way? Gally and I had a connection from the start, but I didn't think it'd been that kind of connection. At least not from his end.
"It wasn't lo—"
"I need like six bandages." Our heads snapped to the door, seeing Curtis stood in the frame, holding his gushing hand.
"Damn, maybe you can find a way to stop the bleeding?" I mocked his words, no bothering to get up to help him. Jeff let out a short laugh, trying to hide it as Clint scolded the two of us.
"What'd you do?" Clint asked, waving the boy into the room and I was tempted to walk out.
"Sliced it open." He didn't look at Clint as he answered, his eyes staying focused on me.
