HATRED (Gally x Reader Fanfic)

14

"Your delusional, you know that?" Gally laughs nervously, turning his back on him.

"You love her, don't you?" His voice softens, repeating himself.

"No." Gally reply's with gratitude and anger, walking off.

*
"Morning, Chuck." I smile, sitting beside him.

He reply's with a straight morning, turning his head to not make eye contact with me.

I furrow my brows as he just hastily walks off.

As I stood up I could feel all the boys eyes over me, Gally and Minho were nowhere to be seen.

I walk across the glade towards Newt, who was eating with Frypan.

"Hey, guys. What's going on?" I ask them, perching myself down onto the ground.

"Hey y/n." Newt hesitates and Frypan takes a sip of his drink.

"Why's everyone staring at me like that?" I look at everyone, pointing at their actions.

...

"Fry? Newt?" I impatiently query.

"You don't know?" Frypan stares at me for the slightest second.

"Know what? Tell me." I demand, sitting upright.

"Your diary, y/n." Frypan expresses slowly.

"What diary?" I sputter, fiddling with my two thumbs.

Newt points towards Gally and the boys pointing and laughing at the book planted in their arms.

"Little bitches." I mutter, standing up and marching my way over to them, angrily.

"Y/n! Wait!" Newt and Frypan wail from a distance, but I ignore them.

"Oh hello fuckbuddy." Gally laughs with a smirk displayed on his face, sending me into rage.

"Give it back." I express, trying to take it off of him.

"You know, I didn't know you wrote a diary about your first time." He gasps sarcastically, flipping through the pages.

"Gally, please." I beg, still attempting to grab the book off of him.

"Oh, a little preview." One of the boys assert behind him.

Gally laughs hysterically, scrolling through the pages and repeating words that I had wrote in that book.

"Shut up, Gally." I impatiently watch.

He starts to read the end of the book, when he stops at the last sentence, ignoring everyone around him.

I face-plant my head into my hands awkwardly, the boys are still laughing, oblivious of what the diary says.

Dear Diary,

After I had realized that it was all I dream. My stomach was whirling and I had a strange feeling deep in my heart that felt heavy.

The fact that I couldn't even see Gally that very minute, physically hurt me. I've never felt this way about any other person before, especially not Gally.

I've never admitted his before, but I think I'm in love with him.

"What does it say, Gally?" One of the builders murmur behind him, therefore Gally shuts the book and holding it out for me.

I swiftly take it and walk back on my two feet. Gally's head had lowered and brows were furrowed. I could tell he was confused. But what at? His feelings? Me? Us?

*
"How did everyone even find my diary?" I challenge Minho, who had the courage to finally talk to me.

"Chuck accidentally kicked your diary from under your hammock out and Thomas was the one to find it." Minho says, stretching and I repeat.

I stop and just look at him in anger.

"What?" He worries, standing in front of me in queries.

I growl in anger. My feet move across the grass terrain all the way to the runners because it was their duty to set up the fire tonight.

"Hey y/n. What's u-" Thomas grunts as a strong punch impacts his face by me.

As he impacts the floor loud gasps and cusses are let out by the gladers around me. Everyone comes running over trying to tell me to stop but I just ignore them.

"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT?!" He roars, holding his nose as it bleeds heavily into his hand.

"Because you a little BITCH!" I lament and tame him, kicking him in the balls. He falls to his knees, holding his crotch.

"Y/n, that enough!" Alby shouts, grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the crowd.

"Get off of me." I demand, giving him a striker look.

"Gally, you're really not going to do anything about this?!" Thomas suggests, holding his broke-looked nose in his hand.

"Nope. Seems like she's got it all covered." He laughs, leaning against one of the huts.

"Everyone meeting, NOW! And y/n, your in the pit." Alby demands at me, holding both two hands behind my back.

"Whore!" Thomas shouts over my shoulder.

I just laugh as I'm thrown into the pit.

"Stay here until the meetings over, got it?" Alby's voice soothes and I could tell he didn't want me to be in here.

I nod, leaning against the stone wall. Watching as everyone passes, I could feel Thomas' blood drip from my knuckles.
I wipe his wet dark-red blood off of my hand using my shirt.