WHOOSH, CRACKLE
I hear flames licking the ground like pounding waves, and slowly walk towards the noise.
As I reach them, I'm welcomed by an upbeat, boyish atmosphere. My eyes dart between all the attractions happening at this gathering, the corners of my lips curling into a smile, relieved that I won't be the centre of attention.
It takes Chuck about 3 seconds to find me and pull me into a warm bear hug.
"Hi y/n! Want me to show you around the bonfire?" He peers up at me, his cheeks rounded into a plump smile.
"I wouldn't want anyone else Chuckles." I reply, as he grabs my hand and begins to pull me along once again, small giggles leaving our mouths.
The first place we arrive at is of course, the large pile of sticks that's now been devoured by vibrant oranges and yellows, the bonfire. There are four large logs settled comfortably around it, a couple of the boys perched on them, gossiping between each other.
Before I can fully take it in, my hand is yanked from my body and I'm tugged toward a small table, shielded by an abundance of glass jars, filled to the brim with a dark, gooey looking substance.
Chuck explains that this is 'Gally's drink'. I stare at him confused.
How am I supposed to know what that means?
He laughs stoutly at my expression, before further illustrating what the supposed drink is.
Apparently, it's the Glade's version of alcohol. This causes my ears to perk and eyes to light up. I love alcohol. I honestly couldn't even remember what alcohol was, but hearing about it gave me a wonderful euphoric feeling.
Chuck stares at the bottles longingly, letting me know that he obviously isn't allowed any. I suppose that's fair, he's just a baby. Don't want him getting mixed up in whatever swamp water that is.
I nudge him, removing him from his wishful trance, and he continues onto the last part of the tour.
We arrive at a circle of boys, perched around the edge of a large, tatted rope, staying in the contours of a circle. Their voices begin to overlap, cheering like they did for Minho and I earlier, still placing bets on whatever was happening inside the mob.
Chuck helps me to push through the yelling swarm of boys and I realise what they're watching. Inside the circle were two boys, fists up, circling each other. I didn't recognise the boy who was facing me, but as the two made their way around the cage, I knew who the other opponent was.
Gally.
Of course he would implement himself in whatever the most violent activity was.
He breaks from his concentration, catching my eyeline, before returning to the boy in front of him, a smirk plastered across his scheming face.
In a slick sidestep, Gally dodges his rival, who stumbles and falls just out of the circle, landing right in my arms.
I push him off, and suddenly, all eyes are on me.
What do they want?
The ear-splitting chants start up again, this time they're chanting my name.
"Y/n" Floods my ears, and I realise what they're chanting for. They want me to fight Gally.
I immediately start shaking my head and attempt to move back, away from the event I'd wrapped myself in. The boys don't allow this, and begin pushing me forward, until I'm standing at the edge of the rope.
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Jealousy // Gally x reader
Fanfic"You could have anyone you want, why would you want to be with me?" - Jealous, Eyedress This book follows the story of Gally and y/n (you) on their journey as they fall in love. It blends the storyline of Maze Runner books and movies, straying more...
