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Chapter Fourteen: Embarrassing Gally 101

I woke up in a tangle of limbs with Gally. I screamed and shot up out of the bed. What the fuck? Why the hell were we cuddling?! Gross!

Gally suddenly woke up.

"You alright?" he asked.

"No!" My eyes were wide. My heart was pounding. My breathing was heavy and ragged. This was disgusting. Horrible. Unnatural. I wanted to vomit. This was worse than the nightmare I had. Way worse.

"What happened?"

"Only the worst thing ever!"

"I'm not following."

"We were - and I dread to even say this - cuddling." I made retching sounds.

"What?" Clearly, he didn't expect me to say that. "How did that happen?"

"I don't know but it's not gonna happen again." I folded my arms and sat on the bed in frustration.

"Yeah. Last time I try to be nice to you."

"What do you mean?"

"You had a nightmare. I let you sleep in my bed." Oh yeah. I forgot that happened.

~*~

My heart was pounding as I sat at the table for breakfast. Today would be the day Gally and I pretended to be a fake couple. How? No clue. When? Also no clue. But one way or another it was going to happen.

"You alright, Jules? You look nervous or worried about something. What is it?"

"I'm fine, Newt," I insisted, not moving my eyes off of my food, which I was aimlessly pushing around my plate with my cutlery.

"Sure?"

I nodded.

After breakfast was over, I very awkwardly made my way over to Gally (I wasn't over what happened when we woke up).

"Hey. What do you want me to do?" I asked, not making eye contact as I shuffled my feet.

"Uh... Repair the door to my bedroom. I'm shucking sick of it squeaking all the time."

"Alright, captain." I did my salute and walked off.

Fixing doors was the most boring task on the planet. Even the mere thought of it made me want to gouge my eyes out with a rusty spoon. However, at least it got me away from Gally for a while.

"Hey, Jules."

Never mind, Gally was here now. Great.

"Hi." I stood up and faced him. "How come you're here? Don't think I can sort out your door by myself?"

"No, it's not that. I was wondering when you wanted to, y'know, tell people."

"Yeah, um, well... Actually, on second thoughts, let's just leave it. I'll chance Derek." I tried to walk off but he caught me by my waist and dragged me back so I was facing him.

"Absolutely not. I've not had to suffer you for the past few weeks only for you to back out now. It's fine. People will talk about it for a day or two and then it'll all blow over. Trust me."

"But-"

"Nope. No arguing. Come on. I have an idea on how we're gonna do it."

"Lemme guess... It involves me getting injured?"

I was right. I had to pretend to hit my finger with a hammer (although I didn't actually have to pretend - I hit myself by accident and it fucking killed).

Gally rushed over to me while I over exaggerated the pain to attract the attention of everyone else.

"What happened?" he asked, acting as if he didn't know.