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Sam
My eyes open involuntarily to the sound of footsteps.
And I snuggle closer to the muscled figure next to me, intertwining our legs together and covering myself up with the white sheets.
"Guees who got it on last night!" Says a distinctive British accent, and he was obviously smirking.
"Gross, lets go! They need the sleep, Newt." Thomas groans, grossed out by the scene infront of him.
"Would you shuck off!" Minho whispers harshly, "Sam needs the sleep, so shut up."
"I'm afraid Sam is already awake." I mutter, uncovering my face from the white sheets, and sighing at the bright light.
Newt and Thomas come into my line of sight, and I snuggle closer into a naked, muscled runner, aka Minho.
They chuckle, "Minho, you've got 20 minutes to get to the doors before Alby kicks your arse." Newt says, glancing around the deadheads.
Minho's eyes snap open, "what?" He shouts, making birds fly from a nearby tree, and he grabs his clothes and sits upright at the speed of light, uncovering the blanket from my chest.
"Minho!" I cry, quickly covering myself and scrambling for the blanket again.
He blushes, staring at my breasts for a second, and ordering Thomas and Newt to turn around, not so politely though.
They do so, and Minho jumps up pulling on his boxers and trousers. I reach for my clothes, but blush when I realise something.
"Minho, you ripped my t-shirt!" I scold, searching for my bra and underwear. "And my bra and panties too."
Newt stifles a laugh. And Minho looks at me, amusant swirling in his brown eyes "well, you didn't think it was a problem at the time." He shrugs.
Newt, unable to control his chuckles, laughs out loud. "Oh my god, Minho. You didn't!"
Thomas gags, "ew dude, thats my sister!"
Minho chuckles. "I can't walk back to the homestead naked!" I shout, silencing them both.
Minho's face falls, and he pulls of his pale blue shirt for me to wear. I tug the huge shirt over my head, and it falls to mid thigh, and I pull up my shorts that Minho, luckily, didn't rip.
I glare at Newt as he turns around, and I begin to gather up my black, lacy, ripped underwear. "I liked those." I pout, staring down at the shredded fabric.
"I liked those off of you and on the floor." Minho mumbles in my ear, nibbling it seductively.
I sigh in content, closing my eyes for a brief second.
"Woah, okay guys. Sexual tension is really thick here." Newt chuckles, "come on Tommy, lets get out of here!"
And the two boys leave quickly, Minho turning to me. "We've got 10 minutes, up for a quickie?"
And lets just say that Minho was slightly late to his Running job.
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I was in the medjacks hut, now wearing underwear, and a new change of clothes.
A glader shouts from outside, catching my attention as I peer out of the cracking window and into the grassy fields of the glade.
A small crowd has formed around the box, a couple of gladers shouting and shoving eachother.
"Hey, Clint, Jeff look at this." They too look out of the window and furrow their brows.
"Come on, let's see whats going on." Clint says, holding open the door for me and Jeff, as we follow on behind him towards the crowd.
"Its obviously your fault, you shank!"
"I'll fight you!"
"Fuck you, Adam!"
I roll my eyes at some of the comments, before I begin to grow irritated at their bickering.
"Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on? Because all of this arguing won't get anywhere!" I shout, ceasing the arguments as the gladers stare at me with shame in their eyes.
"Anyone?" I call out into the silence, "because you were all perfectly fine to blame nothing eachother."
