Aris Jones X Reader One Shots

New Girl (Part 1)

Aris's P.O.V

Tonight was supposed to be it. It was supposed to be the night Y/N and I left this place for good. At exactly midnight we were supposed to be outside those doors ready to see whatever we had been warned about.

She was late though. She's never late to anything, but I had been sure that she'd be here. So even though it was almost freezing I waited for her to follow through with the plan. She would come.

And as the time went from five minutes, to thirty, to an hour, to two I didn't move. Not until it started raining.

Except, that's a lie. That's only what I should have done. Instead, I sat there completely soaked under a tree with water going through my clothes and down my face. By now I looked pathetic as I waited for someone that wouldn't come, in weather so cold that I could feel it in my bones.

It was only when I heard thunder that I accepted that she had just stood me up on what was supposed to be the most important and best night of our lives. She made me look like such an idiot.

Then again I did that myself. I tricked myself into thinking she was just running a few hours late. What's wrong with me? What's wrong with her?

This is so messed up. We were going to get out of WCKD. We wouldn't have to be subjects anymore. We would just live.

Clearly, it was a mistake to believe her when she actually agreed. I should have never told her anything. In fact, I wish that I never even met her.

Hate is a strong word so I don't like using it. There are so many bad people it should be reserved for. If you overuse a word it loses its meaning so I avoid words like that, or even good ones like love.

This time the impossible seemed to happen. I've never meant a word like more before, but tonight changed that. I hate Y/N. I hate Y/N for being like everyone else and lying to me. I hate Y/N for always being there for me only to leave me alone. I hate Y/N for forgetting about me like I'm nothing.

I hate her. I hate her, I hate her, I hate her.

Most of all, I hate that I still love her, and I hate that I can't stop.

Is there an actual word for this? For despising someone who has your entire heart?

Probably, but I'm too drained to come up with an answer. I just want to sleep and forget about this night. I just want to forget all about her forever.

I know that won't happen though, but I can pretend I have a chance. Maybe if I lie to myself the way she lied to me I would believe my words.

Time Skip

Waking up the next day hurt and not just because of the way it seemed like she had shoved a knife through my heart (that obviously didn't help the situation though).

I was still shivering, and my hair, body, and clothes were damp. It's not like I could say anything though. That would end great.

'Hey WCKD worker. I'm just sick, because I snuck out to run away with the girl who I thought loved me.'

'That's a really depressing story. By the way, you're on lockdown.'

Yeah. What a wonderful conversation.

That meant just sitting at breakfast like nothing had happened. Resisting the urge to slam my tray on the ground and just walk out without a word. Resisting the urge to finally say everything about this place that I wanted to from day one. Resisting the urge to say screw it and run from them until I was free.

The worst one though, was pushing down the way seeing Y/N sit alone made me want to just ask what her problem was. Ask what I did for her to leave me out there. Even if I wouldn't like the answer I deserve an explanation for why she abandoned me when I had just gotten a little bit of hope in my life.

Seeing her wear a blank expression though, killed me. She was so apathetic about this, and it shattered my soul. Even if I did something without realizing what she did was beyond callous.

"Aris?"Sonya asked. I glanced over to see her looking like she was debating herself about something.

"Are you okay?"She whispered after a minute of silence. I went to lie to her when my throat closed up. She was still expecting an answer, but I couldn't even say a word. Not while she was there, and I couldn't ask why she did that.

"I've gotta go really quick,"I managed to say. Standing up, I ignored the shakiness in my legs as I quickly walked towards her. Feeling my heart thump faster with every step and my palms sweat, I dreaded what she would tell me. At the same time never knowing would only keep me up at night, thinking about all the possible answers. Even if I felt like I was going to throw up, I had to do this. I had to discover the truth.

Approaching her table, I stood before her. She didn't even look up as she ate her breakfast. Had I actually done something so bad that she didn't want to look at me? What is it? Can I fix it? Do I want to fix it?

"Y/N?"I finally asked. She looked up at me and smiled as she met my eyes. By now the pain was confusion as she looked at me with such gentle eyes.

"Hello. Did you overhear what the guards called me?"She asked, holding out her hand for me to shake. What the hell?

"No? That's okay. Not everyone likes handshakes from strangers,"She stated.

"Strangers?"

"Of course. I'm new here so I haven't gotten acquainted with anyone yet. Thanks for being the first person to talk to me,"She grinned.

"Y/N, are you kidding? It's me. Aris,"I apparently reintroduced.

"Hi Aris. As you know I'm Y/N, and I'm new to this place."

"No you're not. You've been here for years,"I reasoned. She gave me a funny look while shifting in her seat.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I just got her last night,"She shrugged.

"You aren't funny, okay? Whatever joke this is, it isn't cool,"I said firmly.

"I don't know you or anyone. I just got here,"She repeated.

"Y/N-"
"Hey, Aris. You talking to the new girl?"Harriet asked from next to me.

"New girl?"I whispered, turning to face her.

"Yeah. The new girl,"She repeated.

Swearing that I would throw up, I frantically ran back to Sonya. Trying to control my breathing, I asked if she knew who Y/N was. When all I got was her asking if that was the new girl I tried the girl next to her, and the girl next to her, and the boy beside her, and the boy in front of him, and the girl in behind him, and every single person in this cafeteria. It was the same answer.

New girl.

Nobody remembered her, not even her.

Glancing back over at her, I saw Janson talking to her before facing me. With a small smirk on his face, when Y/N wasn't looking he put his finger to his lips.

He knew. He knew about last night, and he did this. He erased everything from her. She never stood me up. They had her.

Why couldn't I think of that? How could I doubt her? How could they take her from me? How could they do this?

Taking my seat beside Sonya, I kept thinking about what I would do next. Obviously, I was going to restore her memories, but the real question is how?