maze runner imagines

Lost memory of you ~Aris~

Aris would not stop looking at you.It was bad enough that there was no food and no way out; you really didn't need to add his unwanted attention to the list of things that were wrong. Though you didn't really know whether his attention was all that unwanted. You were just as curious about the boy as he was about you.Of course he would be. You were the only girl among a group of guys, just like he had been the only guy among a group of girls. Only there had been another like you in the Glade, but Teresa was nowhere to be seen.You were the oddity in the system, so of course Aris would stare at you.And you stared back.He was handsome, that much you were willing to admit. Olive skin and dark hair, and bright, invasive eyes that seemed to read you like a book. But that wasn't why you were interested in him too. You could have sworn you'd seen his face before, like a memory torn at the edges, but you couldn't pinpoint when or where. But the familiarity of it was like a drug to you; you needed to know more, because if he had been a part of your life before the Maze, then he could very well be a part of your life after it.

"What are you looking at?" Minho asked as he joined you in the corner you had claimed as yours. His eyes followed your gaze and narrowed coldly when they saw Aris. "Not him, Y/N."

"There's something about his face," you said.

"Yeah, it needs to be punched a few times." he joked sarcastically

You rolled your eyes. "No, that's not what I meant." Pursing your lips, you continued to hold eye contact with Aris. He smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "It's like I've seen him before. Like I know him."

"No one knows him. That's the problem," Minho said. "It's shucking weird that he showed up in Teresa's room and suddenly she's gone." He shook his head. "I don't trust him."

The conversation ended with that, but your worries didn't. Minho was your closest friend and you trusted his judgment. If he didn't like him, there must have been a good reason for it. Still, you'd be lying if you said Aris didn't make something spark up inside you. It was like he was lighting you on fire every time he looked at you, and you knew that the only way to douse the flames was to talk to him.But you didn't have enough guts for that.The sun burned straight through your clothes. Every second out in the Scorch felt like the lash of a whip on your back, and even the sweat on your body seemed to boil out of your pores. The only comfort you had, albeit small, was the sheet wrapped around your head and face, giving you a small but crucial amount of protection against the searing heat.There was also another small comfort, though you felt rather guilty about it Aris. He was walking beside you, pulling you into a long conversation about your time in the Maze. You tried to keep your answers short and sweet, almost afraid of what everyone else would think if you got too close to the boy. Especially what Minho would think.But Aris was more than determined to get you to open up to him.

"So, are you into any of these guys?" he asked.

You raised an eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"

Aris shrugged. "Just wanted to know. You and Minho seem real close."

"That's because he's my best friend," you answered. "He helped me a lot when I came out of the Box. Made me a Runner. Taught me all he knows."

"That couldn't have been much."

You couldn't help but laugh. Aris smiled.

"I should punch you in your shuck face for saying that," you told him.

"Please don't."

"What about you? You got a girlfriend?"

Aris stiffened. "Not really. No, I had a friend named Rachel and she and I were really close." His voice got thick with emotion, and you bit the inside of your cheek. There was no way he and Rachel were "just friends".