𝗧𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗣𝝠𝗧𝗛𝗪𝝠𝗬𝗦-𝗠𝝠𝗭𝗘 𝝝𝗙 𝗪𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗗 ➳ TMR

Chapter 13- Thomas is a thing for himself

I was soaked in sweat, looking like I just ran a whole marathon, I was also panting like I ran one.

All I need is to lay down, and that's the exact thing my legs were thinking too.

They give away and I drop to the floor, Minho collapsing next to me.

I'll stand up in a moment, I only need to rest my eyes for a few seconds, the pain that is going through my whole body making me regret the whole race thingy.

I mean I won and all that but at what cost? For us both to endanger our health?

In the distance I could hear someone calling out something and when I let my eyes squint open, he's running towards us.

Knelling down next to Minho, as he's the closest to him.

It's Thomas.

"Hey- you two okay?"

From the panting and heaving in Minho's chest, I could tell he was just as exhausted as me but still conscious.

"I'm... fine," Minho said between breaths, then looked up. "Who the Klunk are you?"

I'm mentally face palming.

"That's... the Blondie... remember the one... from the Gathering." I finished the last word with a sharp breath, my panting not slowing down.

"I'm Thomas- been here barely a couple of days."

Minho pushed himself in a sitting position, his black hair sticking to his head full of sweat. "Oh, yeah, Thomas," I let my head fall back to the ground, this conversation seems boring. "You and the chick."

My head snapped back up, before I could say anything another person jogged up, Alby clearly upset. "What're you both doin' back, Minho, Diana? What happened?"

"Calm your wad, Alby," Minho replied, with the same respect he always has: zero. "Make yourself useful and get me some water- I dropped my pack when someone was grabbing me on the wrist."

This time, other than last time, Alby didn't move.

He kicked Minho in the leg- not hard enough though. "What happened?"

"I can barely talk, shuck-face!" Minho yelled, his voice cracking up a little. "Get me some water!"

Alby looked to me and then over to Thomas, who was in pure shock.

"Minho's the only shank who can talk to me like that without getting his butt kicked off the Cliff."

Then Alby turned and ran off, probably this time getting Minho's water himself.

If Mari and I looked as shocked as Thomas right now, I'd also grin like Minho.

Thomas turned towards Minho. "He lets you boss him around?"

Minho shrugged and wiped some sweat off his forehead, pushing his hair back. "You scared of that pip-squeak? Dude, you got a lot to learn. Freakin' Newbies."

Okay, it seems like he's always a Finchface to everyone.

"Isn't he the leader?"

"Leader?" Minho spoke that word like it was some sort of insult. "Yeah, call him Leader all you want. Maybe we should call him 'El Presidente'. Nah nah- Admiral Alby. There you go." Sniggering, as he rubbed his eyes.

"So who is the Leader if he isn't?" Thomas asks now even more confused.

"Greenie, just shut it before you confuse yourself more." Minho sighed as if he was bored, then muttered, "Why do you Shanks always come in here asking stupid questions? It's really annoying."