Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Jealous// Thomas

When Teresa came up in the box, you felt home kind of hatred for her. Like somehow you knew her in a previous life and hated her since then. 

She had something for Thomas, but you couldn't figure out exactly what it was. She said his name when she came up in the box, she kept saying his name in her sleep, she only listened to him. 

She got up and was throwing food off the top of the Homestead, everyone holding something over their head to protect them from the flying food. 

You were running towards them when something hits you in the head, the red guts falling onto my face. Tomato. "Hey! Stop you little brat!" You screamed. 

"Leave me alone!" She screamed back. 

Thomas comes and hides underneath a pallet with you, putting an arm around your waist before laughing at the red seeds on your face. 

"Hey, it's Thomas!" he yells, just as the food stopped raining on us. "I'm gonna come up."

He goes up the ladder, stopping at the top. You scoff under your breath and walk away towards the shower. She was up to something and you just couldn't figure out what it was. You had a sense of familiarity with her, but you couldn't place that either. 

You showered quickly before getting dressed and joining Minho, Newt, and Fry outside for dinner. You stabbed at your food as you watched the two in the tree house, talking, every once in a while, Teresa would laugh and lay a hand on his forearm. 

You slammed your fork down and stomped to the Deadheads, to the very back where the vines cling to the wall. You sat down against it, feeling this growing ache in your stomach that something wasn't right. 

Later that night, the body meets together to decide what to do with Teresa, she came up the box remembering everything, but refuses to tell us anything. You sat in your normal seat, ignoring Thomas when he sat beside you. You just focused on everyone else around the table that was in the body. Alby, Minho, Newt, Fry, Thomas, and You.

"So, I think everyone knows why we're here," Alby says. "Teresa."

"Honestly, I say we banish her into the Maze." You said, raising your eyebrows at everyone.

"What? Y/n, you're being crazy, we can't do that, she hasn't done anything wrong." Newt says.

"Seriously? She remembers everything, she could work for them for all we know. Do you think everyone would be comfortable with one of them in here with us?" you scoff, getting up. "She sucked Thomas into her trap, now she's taking you guys too." 

You stomp out of the room for the second time tonight and back to your favorite hiding place, which was behind the Deadheads. You started to cry, tears stinging you cheeks.

Teresa was everything Thomas wanted, you were no longer needed. "Y/n?"

You wiped the tears from your cheeks and turned to face the far right tree. "Y/n, what's wrong?"

"Shouldn't you be with Teresa?" You asked.

"She's sleeping."

"Oh." Was all you could say. 

He sat beside you, putting a hand on your knee. "Seriously, what's the matter?"

"Do you really trust her?" You ask, turning to face him. 

"I mean, yeah, I think she has something useful." He lied.

"You know her don't you?"

"Yeah, I uh, I think that I do."

"Go with her then."

"Are you seriously jealous?" He chuckled lightly.

"I'm glad you think this is funny."

"Really, baby, I only love you, she is just someone I feel like I used to know, which is something new to me," he said, putting his hands on either side of your face. "You're my one and only."

You leaned forward and kissed him softly, showing him how much you love him.

"I love you too Tommy." You smile.

He smirks and kisses you again, harder this time before pushing you onto the ivory vines, putting his hands under your shirt, his cold hands against your warm skin.