Jealousy // Gally x reader

Chapter Twenty-Nine - Slut

Thomas, Minho, Zart, Winston, Frypan and I all congregate in the deadheads, anticipation and anxiety bursting as we slip stealthily across to the open door. Just as we're about to walk in, Thomas grabs my arm, spinning me around. "Are you sure?" He asks, nodding his head toward Gally, who's broad back is facing us. "Yes Thomas, I'm sure. Gally doesn't own me." Satisfied with my reply, he grasps my hand in his, and we sprint into the maze, following the rest of our group.

I stay close to the back. Although I'm fast, my stamina is still nothing compared to the rest of the boys. Even Newt and his fucking limp would be further ahead than I am. After about 20 minutes I'm panting out of my ass, so Minho finally tells us to take a walking break.

Thomas drops back to walk beside me, but I don't really have enough breath to talk. Still, I try, just so that it's not awkward for him.

"Hi."

"Hi Thomas."

"Why are you so far away from everyone?"

"Why do you think?" I tilt my head at him as I stop, bringing my arms up over my head to try and open my airways, squinting as my panting begins to slow. He laughs at me, and adjusts my arms slightly upwards, which really helps.

"Thanks", I say, obviously embarrassed as my face flushes pink and I have to look away. "No worries." He replies, his eyes staying locked on me. We're silent for a few seconds, and I can see his face contorting into the expression it makes just before he's about to ask a question, growing slightly pale.

"Hey y/n?" He asks, picking up his pace.

"Yes?"

"Does Lorenzo not like me or something?" He's looking straight ahead, a look of inadequacy locked in his features. I know that Enzo doesn't exactly display his affection for the greenie, but I know he does like him- or at least tolerates him. I feel awful for Thomas, I know all too well about the awful feeling when you believe that you're not wanted.

I grab his arm, partly so that he will be forced to look at me, but also because I was struggling to keep up with him. "Thomas, don't. Enzo does like you. He's just a bit of an overthinker, and a jealous one at that, please don't worry about it, we all want you here, especially me." I smile at him with everything I've got, trying to make it seem as friendly as possible, attempting to give him some reassurance that we don't all hate him.

He stares straight back at me, a half smirk, half smile tilting upwards at the tips of his lips. His gaze falters from my eyes to my lips, and then back up, and I instantly drop my hand from his arm and back to my side. Without hesitation, he leans forward, planting his lips on mine aggressively. I immediately step backwards, my brows furrowed in outright shock.

"Thomas? What the hell?" I whisper-shout at him, trying to keep my voice quiet enough not to alert the others whilst still displaying my rage. "I-I'm sorry, I thought-" He begins, but I cut him off. "You thought wrong." His gaze falls to the ground, and my stomach twists into the familiar nauseating knot. "I'm sorry Thomas, but I've got a boyfriend." I try to keep it as brief as possible, not wanting to hurt him further with the whole 'and I only think of you as a friend' speech.

"That's alright, I understand. Can we just forget it?" He asks, sending me a small smile to try and relieve some awkwardness from the situation. I nod at him, and thankfully, Newt interrupts us before we can continue. "Bloody hell you two, hurry up!" Thomas runs ahead and I follow, staying silent as he starts to converse with Newt, I still wasn't in the mood to talk to that stupid British prick.

The group begins to run again, and I groan quietly to myself as my stitch intensifies. Suddenly Minho, who was leading our active pack, halts and stares down one of the long hallways of the maze, perpendicular to the one we were previously running. The rest of the boys manage to slow down, noticing the lack of movement from the front of our line. I, however, fail to receive the memo, and end up colliding roughly into Thomas' back, sending the line in a domino of stumbles forward.