How I survived in an all boys glade

Chapter Thirty-one

- Minho's revenge -

A few weeks had passed since Tyrell joined the Glade, and we were all gathered around the bonfire, enjoying the rare moment of peace. The stars were out, and the air carried a comforting chill.

"I'll be right back, guys," I said, pushing myself up from the log I was sitting on. "Just gonna grab a warmer shirt."

As I walked toward my hut, I was already planning on grabbing my favorite hoodie—the one Newt always teased me about "borrowing." But the second I opened my dresser, my world turned upside down.

There it was: the biggest, hairiest spider I'd ever seen.

"AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, slamming the dresser shut and bolting out of my hut, slamming the door behind me. My heart was pounding like I'd just outrun a Griever, and my skin crawled as if the spider had already claimed me as its next victim.

"MINHO!" I bellowed, fury and fear mixing in my voice. "YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

From the bonfire, I heard a wave of laughter erupt. I stormed back over, my whole body trembling with adrenaline. The sight of Minho sitting there, trying to hold back a smirk, sent my blood boiling.

"What the hell, Minho?!" I snapped, glaring at him.

"What?" he replied, feigning innocence, though the glint in his eyes betrayed him.

"You put a giant spider in my dresser, didn't you?" I accused, crossing my arms as I stared him down.

"Maybe," he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"It's just a spider," Gally chimed in, trying to dismiss the situation.

I shot him a glare that could have melted the walls of the Maze. "Not funny, Minho!" I said, my voice shaking as much as my hands.

I turned my attention back to Minho. "Could you just please go get it?" I asked, desperation creeping into my tone. With a resigned sigh, I dropped onto the log between Newt and Theo, still trembling.

Minho knew he'd pushed too far this time. Without a word, he got up and made his way toward my hut.

"AND BRING ME A HOODIE WHILE YOU'RE AT IT!" I shouted after him, earning another round of laughter from the group.

The tension in me started to ease as I saw the humor in the situation. A smile crept onto my face, and I couldn't help but laugh along with the others, the adrenaline starting to fade.

Minho returned a few minutes later, holding my hoodie triumphantly in one hand. "Spider's gone, Princess," he said with a cheeky grin, handing me the hoodie.

I pulled it on quickly, finally feeling the comfort I'd been seeking. Standing, I gave him a playful punch on the arm. "I hate you, you know that?"

"Love you too, Princess," he said, still grinning.

"Princess?" I echoed, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Well," Minho said, shrugging, "Newt calls you 'love,' so I figured I needed a nickname for you too."

I rolled my eyes, trying to suppress a smile. "Whatever," I said, settling back down by the fire.

Minho could be insufferable, but moments like these reminded me of the strange, chaotic family we'd all become in the Glade.