Lovers Lies || Thomas

23 - Parents

THE Gladers had woken up around the same time, around midday, with Sandra and Thomas holding in the information they found out last night with the bodies and Aris. The pair agreed to tell the others at lunch so everyone could properly be awake before the information got dropped.

Carlos and Newt stood outside the small shower in the room, keeping watch as Sandra had a quick shower in the close cubical. The three of them knew that none of the boys would do anything, but as said last night by Carlos: they all had trust issues.

Minho and Thomas were quietly talking on Minho's top bunk while Frypan, Winston, and Jack were on the floor, lying like starfish in boredom. To be honest, they were all bored.

"You should try talking to a few of the other girls at lunch," Carlos suggested once the shower turned off behind him.

"Why?" Sandra asked, quickly drying herself with a white towel. "I don't feel like making new friends."

"Oh, come on," Newt cut in, raising a brow at Carlos. "You need more girlfriends. It could be healthy, you know?"

Sandra sighed, slipping back into her clothes. "I have a girl that's a friend. Teresa." She knocked on the door and the two boys stepped away before she walked out of the shower fully clothed. "I'll start making friends when I'm not fighting just to see the next day."

Newt's face dropped at her words, and he sucked in a sharp breath. "We're safe now, Sansa. You can make friends."

"Are we?" Sandra walked past him, taking the hairbrush out of Carlos' hand. "I don't like this place. I don't trust this place. And I'm sure as hell not getting my hopes up about being safe here," she stated, sitting on Carlos' bed.

"I gotta agree with her," Thomas interjected, jumping down from the top bunk as all eyes turned to him. "Something weird is happening here."

"We're finally free," Frypan muttered, shaking his head as he sat up.

"Exactly," Winston said. "They fed us and gave us beds. This is the safest we've been."

"That doesn't mean we're safe at all," Sandra said sharply and then looked at Thomas. She wanted to tell them right then and there what she'd seen with him last night. But he shook his head and she scoffed, looking away.

Carlos sat down beside her, taking the hairbrush before brushing through her hair. "You know I trust your gut, Sandy," he said softly. "If you don't trust this place, then neither do I. Plus, something about that rat-faced man gives me a bad itch."

"Seriously?" Newt sighed, clearly annoyed while watching Carlos start to braid Sandra's hair. "Look, I get it that we all have our doubts, but these people saved us from WICKED. They got us out of the maze that nearly killed everyone."

"So you're telling me that you don't get a bad vibe from this place?" Sandra asked, her tone turning sharp as she stared at Newt. "Think about it, okay? These people claim to save us from the maze, but where the hell are the rest of the boys from the Glade who stayed behind? Why didn't they get saved like us? How did Gally survive getting through the Grievers on his own when we all struggled? Where are the other kids here going? Where the bloody hell is Teresa? Answer me those questions and I'll shut the hell up."

"Sandra," Carlos warned, grabbing her shoulders when he finished her braids. "You gotta calm down."

Sandra shoved his hands away, standing up. "No. I can't calm down here. Somethings wrong."

"Don't tell them yet—"

"They need to know," Sandra cut off Thomas and Carlos stood up, furrowing his brows at them. "Last night me and Thomas went in the vents and saw some weird shit."