Find Me. (The Maze Runner, Newt Fanfic)

6- Different than what I thought

HEY! Sorry for not updating for m o n t h s.
I feel so guilty omf. //stabbed by arrows//
I really hope you enjoy this even though it's kinda rushed. I'll seriously try to update more often! <3 Thanks for the 9.9K reads and the PM's some of you have sent me for updates XD
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I woke up to the sound of banging beside my head as I cracked my eyes open to see Gally kicking against the doors of the slammer with a scowl.

"Is your head dense or what." He muttered under his breath, getting on his knee to unlock the doors and pulled me out.

I landed with an 'oomph', followed by a groan as I pushed myself up, brushing the dirt off my knees and bum.

"Well, morning, grumpy head." I yawn and stretch out my legs and arm, after being crammed in a space that I swore could have made me claustrophobic. He responded with a click of his tongue before walking to the kitchens for breakfast, leaving me behind to find my way, in which I did so ever so gracefully.

I got my daily portion of bread with a side of soup for breakfast and made my way to the group whom I called, my squad, since they were the only ones I only knew better than the rest so far.
I settled myself beside Chuck, giving him a smile, followed by a good morning and began to eat when Minho settled himself directly across me with his quite messy bed head if you ask me, and his eyes that seemed to bore off into space as he munched on his bread.

I couldn't help but laugh.

Minho looked up, his brows slightly furrowed, looking at me with an odd expression.

"May I help you?" He asked, his voice muffled with the chewed up bread in his mouth.
"Nothing. You just look like a typical Minho on a typical day." I dipped my bread in the soup and ate it, repeating the process until the bread and soup ran out. Standing up, I gently ruffled Chuck's head that were covered with curly locks as he stuffed his face with the contents of the soup and the loaf of bread before I took my tray with my bowl and plate and walked to the sink to put in for cleaning.

I turned on the tap, putting the bowl under it and began to scrub it clean, followed by the plate and tray and setting them on the side to let it dry. Turning off the tap, I wipe my wet hands on my pants and took a step back, only to bump into a hard, solid chest.

A pair of hands grabbed my waist to help steady me, a loud clanging noise rung out as the tray belonging to the person behind me fell.

"I'm so sorry!" I gasp and turn around, seeing a scowl and lips pressed into a thin line. I slowly look up, seeing the pieces of the features slowly coming together to create....

...

...

Gally.

I ended up staring at him with my mouth slightly gaped open before I shook my head, pulling myself away from staring.

"I'm sorry, Gally.. I'll be careful next time," I murmur, bending down to pick up his tray and bowl. "I'll clean them." I reach out to take the bowl, only to be gently slapped away by Gally.

I look up in confusion, only to see him crouched down, looking at the bowl and picked it up. "It's alright." He took the tray from me and stood up, walking closer to the sink to put them in the sink to clean. "Just wait for Frypan. I don't want you running off to who knows where." He muttered under his breath, a hint of annoyance in his tone.

"Oh? I admit I did try hiding but not run away." I gave a small smile, the memory of Gally blindfolding me and walking me to the slammers came into mind as I stare at Gally. "But, I don't think I would try to run away after what you did with the blindfolds and stuff."

"Shut up." Gally muttered as he roughly scrubbed the bowl, gripping the sponge tightly.

I swear, I could've seen his cheeks have a little tint of red.