"RUN!"

Part 2

                    "You must be Thomas" you say with a smile, your voice melting away the awkward silence that had frosted over them. He nervously glances up into your face as you continue talking.
"I'm y/n. Looks like you've chosen some alright people to hang out with, I mean Newt's ok but you have to watch out for this shank" you say as you ruffle Chucks head of curls. The young boy scoffs with laughter as you hug him from behind in a sister fashion and slide into the seat next to him, opposite the newcomer. As you devour your casserole, Minho slinks up behind you and grabs your shoulders,
"Ah so this is why you're not sitting with me" he says in a sarcastic, joking tone, "you wanted to sit with Thomas ayyy?" With unbelievable speed you jump up and push him onto the ground straddling his torso pinning him to the floor
"pinned you" you say with a smirk as he tries to wriggle free. You laugh and roll off his chest and he stands and holds out a strong hand to help you to your feet which you take great fully. As you stand you look over at Thomas who laughing for once and watch as Newt claps him on the back and says
"see, she makes this place a little more bearable for all of us!"
"Of course I do Newt" you say as you return to your bowl of stewed meat and vegetables, "you'd all be bored out of your brains if it wasn't for me!" You wink at Chuck as he giggles at your words. You notice that as you were tussling with Minho on the floor, Alby had taken one of the remaining seats on your table.
"As you're so excitable tonight y/n, you can give the greenie the tour tomorrow" he says slyly. You eyes widen
"no!" You whine, "tomorrow's my day off!! That's not fair!",
"too bad, orders are orders" he says through a grin, "fine," you snarl,
"but I'm having an extra day off!"
Alby glances at Minho who nods his head exasperatedly,
"I can't believe you wrangled two shucking days off" he whispers in your ear as he goes to give his bowl back to Frypan in the kitchen. You smile cheekily at him with puppy dog eyes and Chuck begins to laugh again so you puff out your cheeks and cross your eyes at him and he snorts violently with laughter.
"Don't choke you slinthead!" You laugh as you clap him between the shoulder blades. You look up to see Thomas playing with his spoon so you reach out and place your hand under his chin tilting his head upwards to look into your eyes. At first the touch makes him jolt but your warm fingers are comforting enough and he stops resisting.
"You'll be ok Tom" you say reassuringly, "I know you don't remember your family, but you've got us now and that's the best you're gonna get" he smiles tiredly and you trace his jawline
"we'll all look after you, alright?". You say and he nods his head. You drop your hand and take your bowl over to the kitchen where Michael is washing dishes, a stony look in his eye.
"I guess you lost your bet over Gally's fight with Winston huh?" He smiles and glances up at you,
"looks like it doesn't it" he says and then grimaces as a bit of food touches his hand. You leave him wallowing in his own self woe and walk back to the table.
"Ok, I'm off to bed since I have to give this shank the tour tomorrow" you mutter. "I'm only joking Tom!" you say with a laugh as you see his eyes fall with hurt. You push his head forward, the same way you did to Minho's earlier and he gives a small smile,
"now get some sleep" you say as you kiss the top of Newt's head and ruffle Chucks curls once more. As you walk past Minho you stroke his hand with yours and the gladers wish you a goodnight.
                     Once back in your room you tear off your shorts and bra, leaving just your underwear and a tank top on, and slide in between the sheets of your bed. Slowly your eyelids droop closed as you welcome the blackness of sleep but shy away from the prospect of nightmares riddled with grievers and fear.