Gally and Newt hoisted the rotting roof away from the box, the rusty hinges groaning. They land with a heavy thud, dust motes swirling in the morning sun.
Laying in the centre of the cage, was a boy.
He had his hand shielding his face from the piercing sunlight, his brunette hair visibly curling on his forehead with sweaty influence. His hand stays positioned over his face as he stares up at us, panting with fear. He finally removes the hand as we all move closer to the box, presumably taking its place, blocking the sun's harsh glare.
Some of the boys start laughing at him, I guess it wasn't the 'toughest' first impression, but still. I elbow them in the ribs and tell them to shut up, they obviously don't understand that we want these new kids to feel welcomed, not like they're a freak show.
Gally walks forward in front of our mob, peering down to ready himself for the jump. "Okay, go get him." Newt says, and the boy frantically shuffles backwards, straight into a pile of ropes. Gally hops effortlessly into the rattling cage, getting straight up into the greenie's face, who still looks completely disoriented.
He's hoisted up and thrown to the floor, the same way as Enzo and I, and I sigh. I'm gonna need to talk to Gally about how that really isn't necessary. The greenie has a face full of dirt, not landing as gracefully as I did, and the laughter ripples through the rest of the boys once again.
They begin crowding him, teasing him with overlapping jabs.
"Kid looks like a slopper to me."
"I could use some help in the kitchen."
The crowd's chattering overlaps, and the greenie is almost shaking. In an instant, he jumps up, pushing through the boys and begins to charge, straight towards the walls. The rest of the boys are all just cheering him on and Zart chants, "We've got a runner!", which leaves only me to go and collect him.
It's fine though, I'm faster than those idiots anyways.
He's surprisingly speedy, rapidly sweeping across the Glade as I begin to catch up. He was running as though that was all he knew how to do, and I was still breathless from my exhausting sprints earlier.
Just as I reach my arm out to grab him, he trips and tumbles in the jade-bladed grass, causing another uproar from the spectators. The greenie actually looks like he might cry, before his view finds me, and then the rest of the Glade.
I help him up but his gaze stays locked on his surroundings. He spins around, trying to take everything in. A smile leaks across my face as his expression morphs from confusion into awe, similar to how mine did on my first day.
The rest of the boys catch up and Gally grabs the greenie by his arm, dragging him over to the pit. "Gally, what are you doing?" I ask, trying to remove his grasp from the frightened boy. "He's going in the pit. Alby's orders, we can't have him running off again."
I slow down as he continues to pull him along, getting further from my view. The greenie spins his head round to look at me, and I smile and wave, trying to give him any sense of comfort since I know the pit doesn't have any.
I spy Alby meeting the greenie in the slammer, and I know that I'm not needed there, so I go off to find Chuck, which is a harder task than it sounds.
That tiny fuckwit is surprisingly good at not being there when I'm looking for him and it's getting quite annoying. Finally, I manage to find him retreating from the laundry room, smelling like fresh clothes and soap.
"Y/n!" He exclaims, pulling me into a warm hug. "Hey Chuckles!" I reply, my smile beaming like warm sunshine. "How's the new greenie?" He asks, overly curious. "I'm not really sure, I haven't talked to him. I don't even think Enzo has yet, but he was petrified." We burst into giggles before sighing, not sure what to do with ourselves.
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Jealousy // Gally x reader
Fanfiction"You could have anyone you want, why would you want to be with me?" - Jealous, Eyedress This book follows the story of Gally and y/n (you) on their journey as they fall in love. It blends the storyline of Maze Runner books and movies, straying more...
