HATRED (Gally x Reader Fanfic)

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The sound of running water brushes against my silky skin. Tapping. Pounding. Brushing. I haven't felt this sensation in forever. Or so I thought.

After my shower, I step out and grab my towel in search of my clothes.
I panic as I cannot find any, not even my bra.

Shuck.

I peep around the huts door and I see everyone getting on with their jobs.

No bloody sign of my clothes, anywhere.

This'll be embarrassing if I just yell for somebody to get my clothes for me.
I wrap my towel around me. My hair drips down my back making me shiver as I touch the cold breeze of the glade.

Quickly, I sprint towards towards my hammock, throwing blankets and pillows around, still holding firmly onto my towel.

"SHIT!" I yell as I see some boys run over to me.

I crouch under a wooden table that the builders built, mostly Gally.

I groan quietly, still in search for my clothes.

"What the shuck are you doing?" Gally queries me, dragging me out from my hiding spot.

I groan as his grip becomes tighter.

"Where are your clothes?" He queries me again and I roll my eyes.

"Jesus, is this 21 questions. I don't bloody know, someone took them" I say sarcastically.

His jaw clenched shut and his eyes narrowed, obviously about to throw a fit.

He drops me down to my knees and hands me a shirt and black jogging bottoms.

I look at him in curiosity.

"Take them greenie and hurry up before someone sees you." I smile at him and quickly take his clothes, running off into the shower hut.

"Thanks jerk!" I yell after him. Waving one of arms towards him and the other keep my towel on my dripping body.

*
"Thanks Fry." I convey, taking a hot plate of food into my hands and sitting down onto a large wooden table the builders built.

Everyone seats and starts to eat.

Newts eyes lay upon mine as he scans my body. I look up at him with a little smile, worrying if he'll find out that these are Gally's clothes.

"Y/n." Newt says over the quiet chatter across the table.

I gulp.

This is it.

There going to think we fucked.

Jesus christ, who would fuck Gally?!

"Do you mind passing the salt?" Newt says smiling at me motioning his hands.
I pass him the salt into his hands.

After everyone had finished eating, Thomas jogs up to me.

"Hey. Y/n, right?" Thomas smirks.
"Yeah." I respond, pondering of what he wants.
"Who's clothes are they?" He asks me a little louder as anticipated.

Crap.

"What do you mean, they're mine.." I murmur, keeping eye contact, so it doesn't seem suspicious.

"They look like awfully familiar." Thomas says, crossing his arms, laughing hysterically.

I shake my head, trying so hard not to look suspicious.

"Oh that's righttt. I've seen them on Gally last week." He states pointing his finger at me.

Boys start to stare at me with a questionable look portrayed on their faces.

"We must shop at the same store because this.is.mine." Slowly I say, moving closer to him.

"Mind your shucking business." I whisper in his ears and I hear his jaw clench, tasting defeat.

He scoffs, obviously not believing me.

*
"Hey y/n, what you doing?" Chucks skips up to me.

I look at him with a stressed look.

"Nothing, just figuring out what job I should take within the glade." I shyly smile at him.

"Ohh, thats why you have a stressed expression." He chuckles, sitting besides me.

"No, no. That's something different Chuck." I laugh nervously, clenching my hands together and fiddling both my thumbs together.

"Then, what's up. You can tell me." Chuck smiles innocently, looking up at me frowning.

"Okay, but you promise not to tell anybody." I firmly state.
"Promise." We both do the pinky promise.

"I was in the shower and some jerk steals my clothes whilst I'm in the shower, so I have to run towards my hammock with just a white towel and I couldn't find my clothes, but Gally found me and gave me one of his shirts and black jogging bottoms." My statement shocks Chuck.

"Shuck."