The Maze Runner Preferences and Imagines

Thomas Imagine (Part 4)

I head back to my assigned cot and lay there, thinking about what just happened. Does Gally like me? Does Thomas like me? Who knows! My thoughts are interrupted by Newt kneeling next to my bed.

"Hey love." What is he doing here now. I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone. I just want to be left alone with my thoughts.

"What do you want shank!" I say, with maybe a little too much sass (Minho would be proud). I soften the look on my face apologetically. Newt didn't do anything, it's just me. He took a scoot back and opened his eyes wider.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize that the princess was in need of her beauty sleep!" Ouch! He got up and started to limp away. I grunt because I know I have to follow him. Sitting up, I flip my legs over the side of the bed, and pull my shoes on tight. Walking out of the room, I realized how dark it had gotten. Squinting, I could barely make out a limping figure ahead of me and ran after it.

"Slow down slinthead!" Newt gradually slows into a stop. "I'm sorry. Did you need something?" He gave me an exasperated smile and kept walking, so I followed him. It was really dark out, it seemed like it was maybe 11 or 12. There were no clocks in the glade, so I couldn't be sure. As my eyes started to adjust to the dark, Newt stopped. I look up to see that we were in the dead heads. He took a seat on the old bench and motioned for me to sit with him, so I do.

"What's going on Newt?" I'm a little creeped out at how quiet he is being.

"I need to talk to you about Gally and Thomas." He said, turning to face me. I wave of concern crosses over me. What could he possibly have to say about them? I raise my eyebrows in question.

"Don't worry! They're fine. It's mostly about you I guess." Well that makes things better.......not. "Look, I don't want your relationships to get in the way of the order of the glade. They obviously both like you and I don't give a klunk about who you date, just don't let it get in the way of your work, or theirs." He scrunches his eyebrows and silently stares at me, waiting for a response. His tone of voice changed from sympathetic to, well, leader of the glade. A rush of anger flows over me, but I kept it under control.

"It won't" I say through gritted teeth. I don't understand why I was so upset, it just sort of happened.

"Easy, love. I'm not trying to offend you. Just try not to cause drama. Pick one of them, and move on with life." He pats my back and walks away, but I don't. I sit there and contemplate what he said. Pick one. His words keep replying in my head. I guess I hadn't really thought about it. All this time, I should've have been telling myself to pick one of them. It's not fair to them, or me. But which one? I head back to my bed and lay there thinking about all of this. Pick one is the last thing I thought before drifting off to sleep.