Complicated

Chapter 61: Locked Up

Third Person

Minho and Thomas waited by the maze doors. Minho was stretching leasurly while Thomas paced up and down, anxiously biting his nails, twisting around trying to see the whole Glade at once.

"Dude, slim it! She's probably kissing that ridiculous eyebrowed shanky boyfriend if hers good bye!" Minho rolled his eyes.

"I don't know man... something is off. I can't feel her!" Thomas worried.

"Well that doesn't sound appropriate!" Minho smirked.

Thomas groaned and threw his hands in the air. Minho chuckled.

"Look there's Gally." Thomas cried, and marched over to him. Gally had just showed up at his builders table and leaned against it, folding his arms looking at the ground

"Where's Charlie? We gotta get going!" Thomas called even before he got over to him.

Gally slowly raised his head, his eyes narrowed.

"She's not going. She's still sleeping, not feeling well." He said and turned his back on the two Runners.

"You didn't knock her up again! Ya filthy shank!' Minho asked narrowing his own eyes at the builder.

Gally stiffened his shoulders tense for a moment, and his voice was a forced calm.

"Ha ha. No. She's just...pushed herself too much lately. She's taking a much needed break. I'm sure you'll be fine without her."

Minho threw his hands in the air, "Fine. Whatever. Come on Thomas, we're burning day light!" He grabbed Thomas and pulled him away.

Gally watched the retreating Runners, arms folded tight and jaw clenching and unclenching. Thomas looked back over his shoulder, and saw Gally glaring at them. Something didn't feel right.

He turned back around and followed Minho into the Maze and into section 7.

Gally felt a stab of guilt. He knew Charlie was going to be pissed. But...he still didn't fully trust the Greenie, and after Ben's and now Alby's accusations...he was more determined than ever to keep her away from trouble...from the Greenie.

It was noon when Newt asked if he would quickly take the new girl lunch. She was still in the slammer. He was slightly intrigued by this new girl, but NEW was never a good thing, especially in The Glade. After fumbling with the keys he got it unlocked, it creaked open, sitting on the ground cross legged, like she was meditating sat this raven haired Greenie Girl.

Her eyes snapped open, revealing the most bright starting blue eyes he'd ever seen. Her eyes meet his and she smiled. He frowned, there was an uncomfortable sensation in the pit of his stomach and the hair on the back of his neck stood up.

"Lunch."

Was all he said holding the plate and water. Rolling his eyes he thought of all the times he had to feed Charlie...what was the Glade meals on wheels? Why was he always in charge of feeding the girls. He didn't mind doing it for Charlie. He wasn't good with words...or feelings...but it was one small way to show he cared about her. She had a hard time remembering to eat, so he made sure she did.

The girl got up gracefully and walked over. She took the food with a smile. When she grabbed the cup her fingers almost caressed his hand. He flinched and backed up.

"Oh I'm sorry! I know my hands are so cold! It's freezing in here!" She pouted. Her big blue eyes looked up at him, full of sadness.

He didn't say anything. He took another step back. She took a small step forward, following him.