The Maze Runner Imagines (requests closed)

Thomas Imagine: Hatred

This was requested by @calums_voodoodoll . I'm so sorry this took forever & I changed a few minor details, I hope you like it. 💖
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"You never get it right Y/N!" Thomas shouted at me, hatred obvious in his voice.

I honestly don't blame him, I hated him too. I would switch my running partner to being by myself in a heartbeat; and I hate being alone.

"You never get anything right you hypocrite!" I shouted back.

He groaned, "Shucking hate you." He mumbled under his breath.

"I shucking hate you too." I rolled my eyes.

Do you ever feel like you confuse your own self? I do that all the time, I cover up my feelings with a lie that everyone believes.

I like Thomas; I do, but something about him just makes me hate him.

Maybe it's just my heart trying to protect itself.

I don't know.

"Let's just get back to the glade."

"Yeah, whatever."

I knew Thomas would never like me back, I mean c'mon, it's obvious he would feed me to the grievers in a heartbeat.

I hate him so much.

I'm not sure if it's because I love him, or because he'll never love me.

I jogged ahead, heading to my room to shower. I'm not normally a runner, but lately I've been volunteering.

And of course, with my luck, I'm stuck with shuckface Thomas.

I slipped off my clothes and stepped into the steamy shower, the warm water soothing my sore body.

I shut my eyes as I felt the rain-like droplets fall onto my skin, as I slowly lathered shampoo into my hair.

When I got out of the shower, I searched for Minho. He usually helps me with my Thomas problems.

I've been begging him to switch my partner, but, like gum stuck to a carpet, he wouldn't budge.

I don't see what the big deal is. 

I peeped into the map room, hearing Thomas' annoying but soothing voice.

"I don't how I feel." He sighed.

"What's the matter dude?" Minho asked, his tone implying that he could care less.

"It's Y/N--"

I shifted my body closer to the door, causing it to creak like an old rocking chair.

Thomas looked over.

I shut my eyes quickly, gritting my teeth together; as if a simple noise had hurt me physically. 

"She's just so annoying! I hate her so much!"

"Thomas." Newt warned, his voice laced with sternness.

"I just wish she never came to the glade! She ruins everything!"

"Thomas! I thought you--"

I ran away from the map room crying, that hurt.

It would've hurt so much less if he just tore my heart out and shattered it on the ground.

I knew he hated me, but I didn't think it was the extreme. I actually thought we could have a chance.

My crying intensified as I laid on my bed, loud sobs escaping my mouth and warm tears cascading down my cheeks.

"I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!"
I told myself continuously, trying to force myself to believe it.

There was a soft knock at the door and my name was called in a unclear voice.

The boy opened the door and sat on my bed, his weight causing the bed to sink slightly.

His fingertips touched my back, attempting to comfort me.

"Y/N. I'm sorry."

Gross, it's Thomas.

"If you think I'm crying because of you, you need to get your brain checked because I'm not." I retorted, "Get the shuck out of my room."

"I promise I didn't mean anything I said Y/N, please forgive me. I didn't mean anything I said."

"I said I'm not crying because of you so get out!"

"I've picked up on your lies."

"What the shuck are you talking about?" I asked.

"I-I I'm like you. I pretend to hate the things I secretly love." He sighed.

I sat upright, detaching my hair from being stuck to my sticky, tear filled face.

"So you don't hate me?"

"I never did."

"Well, I don't hate you either."

He chuckled, "I know. I'm sorry. I'm not good at sharing my feelings and that's why people misunderstand me."

"I understand you." I smiled, pulling him into a long, passionate kiss.

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