𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒚 ||Thomas x reader|| 𝓣𝓜𝓡

008- Bye Ben

A/n : Before you read this let's just pretend you're taller than Gally. Ignore the fact that he's 6ft'3 in real life, you are now officially a giant next to him.

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"Look- I know we normally don't see eye to eye-" Gally walks briskly beside me.

"Gally, we never see eye to eye- I mean that figuratively and literally." I pause, turning to gaze down at him.

"Hey! I just haven't hit my growth spurt yet!" He exclaims defensively.

"For your sake, I hope your right." I reply, genuine concern lacing my tone.

"Wow, that's low y/n, even for you."

"Your literally lower than me." I gesture towards his short figure.

His face contorts in annoyance, he opens his mouth to fire back-

"You know- I think we've gotten off topic, what were you gonna say? It's kind of hard to hear you from up here." I cut him off putting a hand up to cup my ear, leaning down slightly.

His hand's ball up into fists at his side, cheeks burning red, his eyebrows furrow comically. Steam practically blowing from his ears.

I think I might have made him mad.

"Hey y/n, can I talk to you for a sec?" A voice interrupts from behind us.

Both me and Gally whip around.

Newt, my literal savior is standing there.

I nod aggressively and speed walk to Newt's side, wanting to get away from angry Gally.

"Did I interrupt something?" Newt questions politely.

"Nope not at all." I quickly respond, as I grab his arm and drag him towards the Map room, were we can have a conversation in private.

Gally scoffs behind us, before angry footsteps stomp away on the grass.

"What did you say to him? Seriously, I haven't seen his face that red since we moved his mattress into the maze that one morning." He inquires as we stroll side by side, our steps syncing.

"Ah, Minho was a genius for that one, I never knew Gally's scream was that high pitched." I gaze up dreamily at the memory of Gally waking up in the maze and screaming his head off.

"Anyways, it was just a little comment about his height." I wave off.

"mhm." Newt hums, unconvinced.

I usher Newt into the map room before shutting the door behind us. I turn around to find him sitting on top of one of the tables.

I already know what he wants to talk about.

"Let me guess, Thomas is lying." I state, remembering the questionable gaze he threw the brunette earlier.

"He came up to me this morning while you were out running. He told me about a dream that he had, it was almost identical to yours, the flashes, images, and most importantly the voice. It said the same thing "WCKED is good."

"So I'm not the only one having these visions. But why?" I ponder.

"I'm not sure, but he had different memories, nothing about getting taken, dialing a phone number, or drowning. He mentioned he saw a girl tough, and his description matches the newbie to a tee."

So he did remember her, and clearly she remembers him too. Irritation boils in the pit of my stomach, reminded of the girl-friend stealing shank.