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❝looking to every stranger for a fight❞
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JEM AND GALLY WERE HANDING CRATES TO PEOPLE WITH EXHAUSTED FACES. Normally, they would much rather be unloading the Box than doing their actual jobs, but it was so excruciatingly hot. Plus, they were smack dab in the middle of the Glade with no shade in sight.
Sweat dripped down Jem's face, but he honestly believed that it was evaporating off of his skin pretty fast. He tried to take deep breaths, but the hot air did almost nothing. Plus, they had to lift heavy boxes. He could practically feel Iris laughing at him from where she was packing away her supplies in the shade.
"What do you think of the new Greenie?" Gally questioned after a moment. Just talking took energy that they did not have, and Jem was sure that he had never been that miserable before.
"I don't know," he panted out, taking a pause and putting his hands on his hips so that he could just breathe for a second. All they had seen of the new kid was the little stunt he pulled after Gally pulled him out of the Box. "I mean, he ran pretty well until he face-planted, but I haven't really talked to him yet."
Gally just shook his head and looked over to the Pit where the Greenie was being pulled out of the Pit by Alby. Jem was surprised because it usually took hours for the people that came up to calm down and stop trying to kill everyone. Gally informed him, "I don't trust him."
"You don't trust anybody," Jem pointed out. Gally was suspicious about everyone and everything. He was cautious and careful, which was odd because he always seemed so much like the brave and daredevil kind of guy. He was, sometimes, like when it came to fighting, but he was weirdly questioning about a lot of things.
The Builder glared at his friend for being that way about his gut feeling. He was supposed to support him in his decisions, no matter how delusional they were. "Yeah, well, I especially don't trust him."
"Why? He seems pretty normal," Jem commented with a shrug. The guy had yet to do anything that made him reasonably angry. Unlike his friend, he did not just hate people for no reason. Well, except Iris. He was sure that he had a reason, but he could not exactly remember what it was.
