Jealousy // Gally x reader

Chapter Eighteen- Greenie

I wake up to rough shaking of my shoulders, Chuck standing eagerly over me. I sit up and yawn, not listening to whatever he's rambling on about. "Y/n! Hello? Are you listening?" He asks, pulling my arm away from my gaping mouth. 

I give him a halfassed answer, "Sorry Chuck, what was that?" He sighs and pulls me up, "Y/n you get your greenie today remember? Fry needs you in the kitchen ASAP!" My eyes widen, I forgot about the intense preparation Fry mentioned, the kind that only happens for bonfires.

I brush my hair, sling it into a high ponytail and sprint over to the kitchen, thanking Chuck for waking me. "Sorry I'm late Fry" I pant, grabbing the utensils I need and setting myself up, working at double time. "All good y/n, you're bound to be nervous today, so I'd recommend slowing down on that chopping unless you want to lose a finger", I take his advice and slow down, laughing slightly.

We spend the entire morning, and most of lunch break, arranging everything for tonight. There was a lot of things needed, and my hand begun to hurt from all the chopping. "Fry, what's having a greenie like?" I asked him, both of us continuing with our methods of cooking. 

He thinks for a few minutes, trying to determine the best way to describe it. "Well, giving them the tour is always fun, especially when you're introducing them to everyone. All you have to do is answer their questions and keep them from those doors, and you've succeeded", he chuckles lightly. I join him, my anxious thoughts leaving my now at-ease mind.

I hand everyone their food, not looking up as I pass Gally's bowl into his hands. I can tell that made him upset, but I don't care. I'm still mad at him.

I grab my plate, and sit beside Chuck, silently eating away at my meal, too nervous to talk. The rest of the boys make up for my lack of speech with their endless gossip, especially Minho, who's been given the day off. It's like he somehow knows everything about everyone, even though he isn't here half the time.

WHOOP WHOOP

A shrieking, blaring siren drills into my ears, its familiar sting causing me to stand up abruptly. The box.

This was it. This was the first time I was ever going to meet my greenie. I sprint away from everyone, nearing the box, eager to meet my new companion, silently hoping it was another girl. The rest of the boys seem unbothered, slowly walking behind me to gather at the roof of the box, but I knew they didn't think this greenie was any different than the others. I probably would think the same if this one wasn't mine.

I laugh and shake my head at my thoughts, realising I had been referring to this kid like they were an object. Oh well.

I slow to a halt and stand at the top of the box, peering into the large roof, waiting for its arrival. My rings are orbiting my fingers, and Newt has to put his hand on mine to get me to calm down. I smile at him and take a deep breath, composing myself, as the ringing recedes, and the roof meets the tip of the box.

"Please be nice Gal." I whisper to him, the first thing I've said to him all day, as he peers down into the box, ready to jump in. He nods and smiles at me, although I know his demeanour can change within an instant.

CREAK

Newt assists Gally in detaching the metal canopy, swinging the halves to the side, revealing a boy who looks older than me, about 17 years old, sitting upright against the wall, holding his head in his hands. As I'm lost in thought, I realise that I don't even know how old Gally is. I know he's definitely older than me, but not by much, he's probably 16, borderline 17.

A/N: I know Gally's 15 in the real series, I just feel like y/n being 16, and Gally being 17 is more suitable for the story :)

I'm snapped back from my thoughts as I remember why this idea came into my mind. I smile kindly at the greenie, who notices and smiles back slightly, fear painted across his face.