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Minho Imagine

Sam's POV

I. Hate. Minho. Those words replayed through my head as I ran through the maze. That shuck face thought it would be hilarious to hang my undergarments in a tree, so when I woke up this morning, the boys were making comments about my bra size and such. I'd have slugged them all in the face if I knew it wouldn't get me thrown into the slammer or banished.

Now, I like a good joke as much as the next shank but there's an invisible line and it has been crossed. I fueled my rage into my running and finished in record time. Perfect. I had been plotting my revenge as I ran and now I would have time to exact it before 'Mr. Keeper of the Runners' made it back. 

I hurriedly finished my map, it was absolute crap but hey it was done. I ran back to the Homestead and into Minho's room. Hmm...now where does the shank keep his clothes? I found them in a trunk on the ground. Why he doesn't keep them in the dressers like the rest of us I'll never know, but moving on. 

I pulled out his pants and pulled out a pair of scissors I'd snatched from the builders. I snipped the pockets off of his pants leaving them basically useless. I know it doesn't sound very diabolical but hey, when you have to carry a bunch of stuff on a run its nice to have pockets. I can sew them back on later, but we won't tell the boys I can do that. 

I moved onto the shirts and cut them into crop tops. Again I can always fix them, but moving on. I heard footsteps and froze as the door to Minho's room slammed open. I turned to see a stunned and very sweaty Minho. I did the only logical thing and threw the clothes at him before jumping out of the window. I immediately regretted that as I quickly remembered that we were in a two-story building. I landed on a pile of hay for the animals and I said a silent prayer of thanks that I didn't shucking die or break anything. I looked up and saw Minho glaring down at me. 

I smirked and sprinted off to my hiding place. I'll face the consequences of my actions later. I finally collapsed when I got to my hiding spot. It was a huge tree that had been partially hollowed out on one side. If you weren't looking for it, you would walk right by it. Or so I thought. I held my breath when I heard footsteps too close to my hiding spot. I released a huge breath when I saw it was Newt. 

"You know he is furious with you right now, right Sam?" he said. 

"Yeah, well he shouldn't have displayed my bras and underwear for all the glade to see!" I said throwing my hands up in exasperation. We walked a few steps away from my hiding spot. "He started this and besides I can sew his clothes back together. I'm not that cruel."

"Well you'll have plenty of time to do that when you're in the slammer tonight and tomorrow." I searched his eyes for a hint of amusement. But all I saw was the serious side of Newt that I hated. He was always acting like the glade mother and telling us how to behave.

"But he start-"

"Alby is sick of the pranks. They are getting out of hand. Don't worry Minho will be sharing his punishment in the slammer as well tonight."

"Wait so I have to share the cell with Minho?!" I was ready to punch Newt but instead I turned around and punched the tree behind me. Except it wasn't a tree. It was Minho. I immediately stepped back and apologized. 

"Is this how you hit on guys?" He joked, but he cradled the spot I had just punched. "Wow you hit hard." 

"Well I was pretty pissed off so I was channeling my rage into that hit. Sorry again, and don't worry I'll fix your clothes." 

"I have to admit I was mad earlier but you got me good and it was a creative comeback." he said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and folded my arms.

"So when do we go the slammer?" I asked irritably.