The Maze Runner Preferences and Imagines

Thomas Imagine - He catches you

His P.O.V:

Today was a long and tiring day. I ran through 3 whole sections of the maze. NO BRAKES! I just couldn't wait to go to the glade. The moment the maze was far behind me, I collapsed dramatically on the ground, panting. "Oh, don't be so dramatic!" Minho called from ahead of me. "You did well, minus the complaining, get up shuck face!" He called. I slowly rose up, seeing Chuck bounce towards me. "Hey Chuckie!" I sighed. 

"You ran 3 sections no break!?"

"Honestly, the way you say it, makes me sound like a hero." I laughed. My stomach grumbled on cure, as we walked towards Frypan and his pot of stew. "Anything special?" I asked as the lumps of meat slapped the mixture in the bowl. "More special than my stew?" Questioned Frypan. "Nothing..." He said as he finished pouring it inside my bowel. Chuck took me to the table where Minho and Newt were sitting. I looked around, wondering where Y/N was. "Where is Y/N." I asked them. Minho didn't reply, he was too busy stuffing his face with stew. Chuck shrugged. "Oh she's just doing extra work in the dead heads, she'll be here in a second." He calmly said. The dead heads, she was scared of the dead heads. I quickly gobbled my stew and placed the bowl aside. "I'm going to go and surprise Y/N. See you shanks later." I said, heading towards the dead heads. I stopped dead in my tracks as I heard a conversation between a girl and a deep male voice. Gally.  "Hey Gally." Y/N said in her cheery voice. He didn't reply. Leaves were shuffling under someone's feet. "Gally?" She asked, a hint of fear in her voice. I started to dash towards the commotion. But it was too late. Y/N was lip on lip with Gally. "Oh what a nice site to see!" I called. Y/N jumped off Gally. "Thomas-I." She strutted, but I left before she could continue. I never wanted to see her again