SOFT SIDES | tmr ; gally x reader

Fourteen

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It was time for dinner, and you were glad. You had done absolutely nothing all day, besides stare at a wall and try and decide how to go and see Gally.

You needed to see him. You didn't know why, but it was if a force was trying to pull you to him. You wanted to talk to him, and figure out what was going on. His outburst was so sudden, and you didn't know what to think.

Nobody would let you get to him though. They were all insane with this idea that he was a 'danger to the glade once again'. What ever that was supposed to mean.

At the dining area, you sit down between Chuck and Teresa. Upon sitting down, you can't help but notice that there is brown slop all over Chuck's shirt.

"Eww gross Chuck! That better be dirt!" You say inching away from him.

"Ya, don't worry. Slipped on my way to work, fell in some mud, no biggie." Chuck says, shrugging his shoulders.

Newt, across the table, raises an eyebrow. "Hate to break it to you Chuckie, but it hasn't rained in weeks."

You gag, raising your hand to cover your nose.

Chuck seemed confused. "What does that have to do with..." Suddenly the realization kicks in. "AWW SHIT!" He yells, before running off to get a fresh shirt.

"Yep. Shit's right," you say before breaking into a fit of laughter.

"What's up with Chuck?" A voice says from behind you. You turn around and see Thomas standing behind you with a plate full of food.. Minho walks out from behind him and sits down next to Newt.

"Chuckie's got some klunk all over his good shirt," Newt laughs.

Thomas smirks and sits down next to you. Teresa, on your opposite side, elbows you gently. "Who's that?" Teresa whispers to you, pointing to Thomas. "He's kinda hot."

You laugh remembering what Newt told you before. "That's Thomas, and sorry to tell you, but I think he's gay."

Newt leans across the table. "Ya he's all mine, sorry," he says in a loud whisper. Minho starts howling with laughter, while Thomas blushes a deep shade of pink.

"Way to eavesdrop!" You say, shoving Newt back to his side of the table.

"It was pretty hard not to. You guys really need to work on those whispering voices of yours," Minho comments.

"Anyway, I thought you knew Tommy or something. You came right out of your bloody coma and started talking to him," Newt points out.

Teresa's face pales. "I did?"

"Ya. Something about things gonna change here," Minho adds.

"Ya, what the hell was that supposed to mean?" You say, turning towards Teresa.

"Ya you also came bearing some scary-ass note that said 'she's the last one ever'." Newt adds. "What does it mean?"

"I don't really..." Teresa starts to say before a boy that you don't know runs up to the table.

"Minho!" The boy says, out of breath."Alby wants to see that dead griever you found."

Everyone turns to look at Minho.

"What dead griever?" You ask.

Minho ignores you. "Ben, just tell him that we can go check it out tomorrow."

The boy, Ben, turns and runs back to the homestead.

As soon as Ben's out of sight, Newt turns to face Minho. "What the hell's that about? A dead griever?"

Minho shrugs. "Found one out in the maze today."

"And you didn't tell us?" Newt's voice is slowly getting louder.

"What's so weird about a dead griever?" you ask at the same time Teresa asks 'What's a griever', completely lost.

"We've never found a dead griever before," Thomas informs you, ignoring Teresa's question.

"But what's a griever?" Teresa says, getting upset.

"So what?" You say, ignoring Teresa's comment. You still don't see why this would be such a big deal.

"Juno, we've been here for two years and never have we seen a dead one," Newt says in a slow voice as if teaching a small child.

"WILL SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT A GRIEVER IS!" Teresa yells.

"So what are you going to do about it?" You say to Minho, ignoring Teresa once again.

"I thought we could go out an investigate," Minho smirks. "Be like little detectives. Got nothing to do out in that maze anyway. Haven't found any new leads."

"Sounds fun, can I come?" You ask.

"BUT WHAT THE HELL IS A GRIEVER?" Teresa yells, pissed. Nobody's listening to her though.

Newt raises an eyebrow. "Uhh Juno,
I don't know if you've really noticed, but your leg's still pretty broken and you still have crutches."

"Oh ya," you remember, sinking into your seat.

Teresa suddenly stands up and stomps away. "I GUESS I'LL ASK SOMEONE ELSE!"

Once Teresa's out of earshot, Thomas raises an eyebrow. "She's got a bit of an anger issue, huh?"

"Whatever. Just don't go killing yourself out there," Newt says to Minho before standing up. "I'm going to bed."

"Haven't died in 2 years Newtie. I think I can last another day," Minho says with a smirk.

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You were lying down and getting ready to asleep when suddenly Teresa comes up to you and whispers in your ear. "I found out what a griever is. Seems pretty creepy."

"Oh ya? Who'd you get to tell you?" You say, sitting up.

"It took forever! The guys seemed to think it was the funniest thing in the whole goddamn world- me running around trying to find out what you were all talking about. Finally got this guy to tell me. He wasn't in the dining area, though."

"Where was he?"

"I don't know. He seemed to be locked up in some ditch."

"Wait what?!" You say. She was talking to Gally??

"Ya he very kindly gave me a description of a griever. Oh ya, he also told me to tell you he's sorry or whatever."

Your heart was thumping hard in your chest. You needed to see him.

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Sorry this is so late. School has decided to give us as much homework as possible before the holidays.
Ugh.

I literally wrote this in like 10 minutes, so please don't kill me for it's shortness.

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Mickey