Maze Runner Preferences // lastofsparrow

Break Up:

Thomas: After a long day of working with Clint and Jeff, I decide that it may be nice to check up on my boyfriend, Thomas.

I make my way to the Map Room, where he usually is at the current time.

With Every step I take I think of all the bandages I mended today and immediately forget where I'm headed and manage to bump into Chuck.

"Oof. Sorry Chuckie, what's up?"

He bites his lip, "Nothing, I was just heading to see Thomas,"

"You too?" I smile, "Well just remember, we gotta share him."

Chuck laughs quietly, "Yeah I guess we do, he's been so busy lately helping Theresa after running in the Maze all day."

I raise an eyebrow, "Helping Theresa?"

"Yeah, Theresa said it's a secret though."

I hesitate to answer, "Secret?"

Just before Chuck can answer, Thomas strolls out of the Map Room, "Hey guys, how were your days at work?"

"Fine. So are you going to hang with me or go help Theresa?" I say crossing my arms.

"What?"

"Yeah, just go ahead and hook up with her, why don't you?"

"Y/N I-"

"I don't wanna hear it, just forget it."

Chuck taps my arm, "Y/N, just let him talk,"

I snatch my arm away from him, "I've heard enough, I've always known he's liked Theresa better anyways."

"But-"

"Thomas, I said I don't wanna hear it! Okay?! I am so sick of feeling like your side bitch!"

Thomas steps back, "Well if you're going to act like that, maybe it should stay that way."

I bite into the side of my cheek in anger, yet I am also trying to conceal tears.

"Fine." My voice cracks as I turn around and run into the Deadheads.

Minho: It's lunch time in the Glade and I'm making my way to Frypan's for some grub.

As I walk in, I see Minho and a large group of boys surrounding him, all giggling like little girls in a schoolyard.

I sneak up and listen in on their conversation.

"Fellas, I seduced her and we started banging! What more do you want me to say?" Minho says throwing his hands in the air.

"How big were her tits?"

"Massive."

"Ass?"

"Nice."

"How was she?"

I've had enough.

"AHEM!" I yell over their terribly inappropriate conversation.

They all turn their heads in horror to look at me, scared shitless.

"Oh hey Y/N," some of them say.

Zart stands up, "So? How big was Minho?"

I can't believe what I'm hearing, "You sick bastards!"

I flip them off and run out the back door of the lunch room.

Running as fast as I can, I hear the back door slam against the building, "Y/N! Wait!"

I push myself even faster and run to homestead and into my room, pushing all my things against my door, somewhat locking it.