Jealousy // Gally x reader

Chapter Sixteen: Baptism By Fire

I was up, eager to start work, which is good because you need a little motivation if you have to wake up at 5:30am. I yawn, stretch, and slowly walk over to the kitchen for my first day. "Right on time y/n", Fry says, winking at me. I give him two thumbs up and take my position at the counter, chopping up some pieces of fruit.

As per usual, the Gladers all start congregating in a line at 6:30, most still yawning or looking dead from the wake up. My face lights up as I see Gally, but he still seems to be in a foul mood. When he's at the front of the line, he doesn't kiss me which is weird.

He normally grabs my face and kisses me passionately in the mornings, as if he's showing the other Gladers that I'm 'claimed'. I brush it off, he might just be tired. "Morning Gal, how'd you sleep?" I ask him, holding out his bowl of food. He scoffs as he looks at Hank's sweater, before turning and walking to his table.

What the fuck?

I glare at him, the boys at my table's eyes flicking between us. They'd obviously found our strange morning encounter odd as well. I'm broken from my deadly stare by Frypan reminding me about the line of boys waiting for the food in front of me.

"Morning y/n!", Hank chirps cheerily. It brings a smile to my face. At least he wants to talk to me. "Good morning, Hank." I reply, feeling Gally's eyes burning into us. "How'd the sweater work out for you?" He asks, flicking the fabric with his finger. "Great, thanks so much for that by the way. I'll put it back under your hammock after breakfast." He nods at me, before moving back off to the builder's table, being greeted coldly by Gally.

"Morning princess, God you even look sexy in the mornings." My eyes widen. Oh God no, please no. As much as I wished, I had to look at him. Billy. Hadn't he learnt from last time to just leave me alone. I was really enjoyed my break from his irritating words. I shove his food into his hands, and flick my head to the side, telling him to move along. "All right, talk later princess." He winks at me, and I cough, choking slightly at the action. Does he need me to beat him up again?

As everyone else eats, I sit on the kitchen's floor, accompanied by the other chefs. My bubbly manor was definitely diminished as I thought of Gally and I's encounter.

"Y/n, you okay?" Jack asks, noticing the fact that I'm playing with my necklace and rings excessively. "Yeah, Gally's just in one of his moods", I say, trying my best to convince myself. "If he's always so moody with you, why do you like him?" Mike asks bluntly, and Jack elbows him in the ribs. "Slim it shuck-face. You don't have to answer that y/n." Jack smiles at me, taking another bite of his sandwich. "No it's okay, other people have asked me that before." I say quietly, placing my food down.

"He's normally really kind and caring towards me, it's just the lows, they're confusing. He doesn't talk to me about what's wrong, but I know he cares about me, and I care about him." I take another bite of my food, hinting that I don't really want to keep talking about it, and they drop the subject, talking about who's gonna be a better chef today.

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Lunch has just finished, and still no word from Gally, he ignored me again, even though I no longer had the sweater on that he seems to loathe so passionately. I wish he would just tell me what's wrong. I miss him.

I'm still chopping since that's what I'm best at. I even managed to show the boys my new target skills with the knife, and it's safe to say from their faces that none of them would ever think of upsetting me whilst I had a knife. As I finish, Fry requests, "Y/n, can you go grab Gally? The shelf over there needs fixing." He points to a clearly lopsided shelf, and I nod, placing the knife down and leaving the hut.