Jealousy // Gally x reader

Chapter Fifteen: The Choosing

(A/n) I know I didn't do a trial for the med jacks but I kind of forgot + y/n spends a lot of time there anyways. I'd imagine that it went well though, and y/n gained a lot of knowledge. If anyone reaaally wants one I can write one and slip it in.

My eyes flutter as I wake up, and I groan, not wanting to leave my snug position, wrapped in Gally's comforting jumper. A wave of nerves rush over me as I ponder which job will be chosen for me tonight.

My time in the Glade has flown past, and in just under a week, I'll be given my own greenie. I wonder if they'll be a girl, I fucking hope they're a girl. It would be amazing if there was another girl in the Glade, but I try my best to keep my hopes at a minimum.

I literally roll out of bed, lying face down in the floor for a minute or two before I feel Chuck's perspiring hands on my back, shaking me. "Leave me alone", I whine, although he keeps shaking me. "Come on y/n, it's your only free day like ever." I roll over, giving into his pleas, and he stares at me as I stand up, giggling at me.

"What is it Chuck?" I ask anxiously, wondering if I have something on my face. "You're wearing Gally's jumper", he sings to me. I shoot him a look that says, no shit, and he continues giggling.

Before Chuck and I head to breakfast, I pull him towards the homestead. "Why are we at the homestead?" He asks, and I drop his arm. "Stay here I'll be back in a second, I just want some warmer pants." It wasn't that cold anymore, but I wanted something comfier than my worn-out jeans.

I sneak back inside Gally's room, biting my lip as the door creaks. I pad softly on the hard floor, trying my best not to wake him. The boxes make their way off his shelves again, and I search through them. I find a pair of completely functioning track pants, made from a thick cotton wool. They had probably started as a shade of army green, but countless washes and exposure to the environment had muted them to a light olive.

I tiptoe towards Gally on the bed, peering over his face to make sure he was asleep. When I was almost certain, I strutted into a corner of the room, facing the wall. Slipping out of my own jeans, I carefully pulled up the pants. The waistband, designed for Gally's broad frame, pooled around my hips, threatening to fall.

I edge toward the door, treading lightly, holding the legs of the pants as they drag across the floor, not daring to look behind me to see if Gally saw me change. I probably should've checked though because I hear a deafening creak from the floorboard behind me. "Y/n, did u just strip and get into my track pants right in front of me, or was that a dream?" I groan, turning slowly to face him, and I see him rubbing the sleep from his eyes. I contemplate telling him it was a dream, but I know he'll inevitably notice that I'm wearing his clothes.

"I thought you were asleep", I say quietly, almost whisper-shouting at him, like it was his fault he saw me change. "Don't worry, I didn't see anything. Not that I wouldn't like too." He laughs as I hit him lightly on the shoulder. "Shut up dickhead, I'm going to breakfast." He sneaks a kiss before I turn and walk out of the homestead, shaking my head and chuckling as I pull Chuck along with me.

As we enter, I can feel all eyes on me. It was obvious that these weren't my clothes. Chuck and I grab our plates, and I think back to the happiness on his face yesterday, sitting with Newt and the others. I nod towards their table and his eyes light up, quickly scurrying towards them, and I follow close behind.

As we walk over, I overhear one of the baggers murmurs to his table, "I guess it's official, Gally and y/n fucked", and I stand there, frozen as they all start laughing. I didn't realise that this would be what they think of when I wear Gally's clothes. Those horny fucking bastards.

I quickly scurry back to Chuck, sitting at the edge of the table, shrinking behind my shoulders. I notice Hank pass me a sympathetic smile and I give him one back. As Gally enters, he kisses my forehead, and we're met with more snickers from the baggers. I pass him a ghost of a smile, before resting my head on the table. "It's not true, right y/n?" Newt asks, and I assume he's talking about me and Gally.