Jealousy // Gally x reader

Chapter Seven- Slicers

I was awoken by a rough shaking of my hammock. I groaned at the perpetrator and rolled over, shoving them lightly with my hand and telling them groggily to 'fuck off, it's too early'.

Before I know it, I'm on the floor. A laughing Minho crouched beside me.

"Did you really just tip my hammock to get me out of bed?"

"Yep" A smile was stretched so far across his face, I just wanted to slap it off.

"Come on y/n, it's breakfast time." His cheery tone caused me to groan once again, before feeling him begin to drag me by my feet. It was quite comfy if I'm being honest, and I was not about to let him win by me walking.

He grunted, dropping me outside an array of tables near Frypan's kitchen. He probably didn't suspect that he would have to keep dragging me. As he walked off, I huffed and stood up to follow him, sticking my tongue out at the hoard of confused boys, wondering why I was yanked over.

My eyes darted over the tables, most people sitting in groups with whoever they worked with. I scowled as I noticed the table of builders, dropping my rude facade as one of them waved slightly at me.

He looked about 16, same as me, and was probably newer to Gally's gang.

I smiled and waved softly back at him, blushing as I saw his light eyes brighten and his contrasting dark hair rustle softly. Gally elbowed him in the ribs, prompting him to return to their conversation and I rolled my eyes.

God he's such a dick.

I walked up to Frypan, and was instantly greeted with his warm personality, quite like mine when I'm not pissed off. We chatted briefly, making our way through the works of polite conversation; how are you etcetera.

He really is the most smiley person you'd ever meet.

Fry hands me a small plate, plastered with two breakfast eggs and an array of fruit paired with what looks to be granola. Quite a simple dish but Fry somehow made it look decently appealing.

I thank him briskly and offer him a cheerful smile. My eyes dart around the room wildly, trying to decide who I would sit with since I wasn't part of a group yet.

I opt that the most reasonable place would be with Winston, as he was tolerable and happened to be a slicer, which was the job I was trialling today.

I was almost sure that I would not be choosing this as my final job, nor would I be any good at it as I hate the thought of slaughtering animals. Still, I knew it was necessary so just decided to suck it up.

I spy the table that Winston's settled at, and my eyes sparkle with relief. Seated beside him are four familiar faces, and only one who I don't recognise, unfortunately, they're sat right behind the builders.

Before I can make my way over to them, Billy perks up with his nauseating smirk.

"Hey princess, there's a seat here if you're looking." My mouth dropped as he patted his lap softly, his long hair slightly matted from his wake up.

His table shakes with laughter and high fives, praising him for the mockery of me. I search the room, laying my gaze on the builders' table. Gally's prominent eyebrows dipped into an angry frown as he stares at the cackles coming from the baggers.

I froze, the derogative laughter paralysing me in my exposed position. In a flash, my stiff arm is grabbed softly by a small, sweaty hand and tugged away from the situation. I'm placed carefully between Chuck and Minho, oppositely facing Newt, Zart and the unknown boy.

"Are you alright?" For once, I find comfort in Newt's obnoxious accent.

I nod slightly and look at my food, tracing it around my plate with my fork before finally deciding to eat something.