𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒-Maze Runner, Thomas

𝟬𝟬𝟵.minho the prince of wickedlandia

It was funny how every time you were looking forward to something the time seemed to be going half as fast. Math class was the most boring it ever was. All I did was stare at the clock in the corner of the room, praying for the time to go by faster.

Sonya kept looking from Mrs. Alliston to the clock. She had got way more patience than me but when it came to her brother she couldn't help it.

Maths was the last class we had before school ended. Between school and dinner were three hours. The boys would be here after that.

I shot up in my seat at the ringing of the bell, it was only audible in this room. We had one for every classroom.

Shunning the look from Mrs. Alliston, I rushed out of the door and to the bedroom. Sonya and Kiara were walking behind me. Sonya for the same reason as me, Kiara probably because she was bored.

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At dinner, I barely touched my food until Rachel reminded me to eat. Sonya on the other hand stuffed the food in her mouth like it was a competition. She finished as the first one and excused herself to go to the bedroom because she was tired.

Of course she was not tired. I guessed she just feared that she would miss Newt because she was late, thought I thought they wouldn't be here too early.

After a while of chatting with Kiara, Rachel and Harriet about Janson's face and the similarities between him and a rat, I got up too and left the dining hall together with Rachel.

Kiara didn't finish her plate yet and sent us a couple of longing glances, as if she was afraid something exciting would happen in the short period of time she wasn't with us.

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Thomas's pov:

If I knew that Charlie had to climb up the ceiling to get into the vent, I would've helped her when she visited me the first time. By now I noticed that the girl never spoke about things she struggled with or asked for help.

Though she did try to get my help when she was escorted into the room opposite mine by guards. Something inside of that room must have really freaked her out. When I asked her about it on the same day she didn't want to talk about it.

The guards and doctors wouldn't tell me either. I asked a few of them what was behind that door just to receive some weird looks or silence.

The whole keep-it-all-a-secret thing was really bothering me. But in Charlie's case it was worse. Something about her made me feel like I had never felt about a person. I wanted to get to know her. She was complicated, but in a good way. There was something special about her that I didn't get. Yet.

I wouldn't urge her to tell me things. I wanted her to tell me because she wanted it. But I felt like I was running out of time.

The thought of the mazes kept me awake at night and haunted me during the day. I felt guilty and I couldn't talk to anyone about it.

Anyway, I tried not to overthink it, which was probably the most ironic thing coming from me. Cause I overthought everything. Well, afterwards. I usually didn't think before I did stuff.

Minho said it would someday be the cause of my own death.

And about Charlie, I thought she was well aware of the consequences of her actions. She just didn't seem to care much.

I knew Janson did something to her, I saw it in her eyes. And I would find out what happened to her.

"Thomas, come on!" Minho urged, he and Newt were already at the door with the lock. It was the one that separated us from the other area of the Wicked compound.