| The Rejected | The Maze Runner; Gally Fic [x reader ver.]

|chapter•twenty•seven|

The following morning, Gally was already feeling better, maybe some sneezing here and there, but the fever was gone, although he took that day to rest as well, hopefully, he'll be fully recovered by tomorrow.

While sitting on his bed in Gally's room, they were talking about a few things, and when (M/n) got to the part of him just working around the Homestead, he remembered the conversation he heard the Sloppers and twinnies having the previous evening, so he debated whether he should say something or not.

But in the end, Gally noticed his hesitation, and he knew (M/n) wasn't sure about telling him what was going on, so he asked.

"What's on your mind?" (M/n) opened his mouth to simply say 'it's nothing' but the way Gally looked at him told him he had no other option. They had been working on his communication skills after all, he wouldn't let all of Gally's effort go to waste.

"So, I was busy fixing stuff downstairs, right? And... The Sloppers walked in, along with the twins, so I debated whether I should stay or leave, when I..." (M/n) pushed his hair back, as it was getting in the way, "Heard them talking about how they could get rid of me," Gally's stare changed from the soft look it had to rising anger, his jaw clenched as he kept listening, "They are making up plans to get me banished."

"Those motherfuckers..." Gally was about to get up and potentially leave more than one badly injured, but (M/n) held him back, his hand around his wrist, "Bean, we can't just let them-"

"We won't," he signalled with his head at Gally to sit back down, which he did, albeit a little grumpy, "But we know what to expect, right? They're gonna try something eventually, and we just have to... Ignore them."

Gally sighed, and nodded, somehow agreeing with (M/n)'s logical view, "Doesn't mean I won't beat them up if I have to."

They chuckled and this time around, (M/n) messed up Gally's blond locks, making him laugh more.

"I can always count on you to have my back, Gally."

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The next week and a half, the Sloppers and the twins had been trying everything in their power to get (M/n) to snap back at them for something they did or said to him.

But with (M/n) being aware of their screaming plans, he knew better than to respond to them in any way, whether it'll be physically or verbally, so they were both at a loss on what to do, and slowly, with each day they began to simply stop doing stuff.

That and they had stuff to arrange around for the new greenie coming up the next day, so they really had no time to mess around.

(M/n) was unsure of what to expect from the upcoming greenie, especially knowing that he would be spending time with Sean and Derek, and everyone knows who those two get along with, the literal group of Gladers that cursed his existence. He was used to telling himself that he didn't care they hated him, but he knew himself better than that, he wanted to know why, but he would never get a truthful answer from them, so he pretended like he didn't care.

At night, in his room and with his journal open, he wrote down a quick summary of his day, unable to stop himself from writing the last line.

How will the greenie be this time around...?

And after that, he turned his light off and got comfortable on his bed.

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It was lunchtime and as always, (M/n) skipped it, deciding to spend his time on the Watchtower, where he could be away from the eyes of the new guy in the Glade. He had taken his journal and camera with him, taking pictures of his friends talking or playing around, and the animals walking around the barn or just lying in the shade of a tree, after all, the view was better from above.