The Maze Runner Oneshots & Imagines

Gally - Mystery Lacrosse Boy (Part 1) [AU]

It was your first day of college and you were anxiety ridden. The only thing that soothed your nerves was when you realised your best friend, Teresa, would be by your side. You sucked in a deep breath, slung your bag over your shoulder, and made your way out the front door and to her car, which was waiting at the curb.

“Ready?” she asked shrilly, once you’d settled into your chair.

You nodded. “As I’ll ever be.”

*

The day had gone well, believe it or not. You had met a lot of different people, but you seemed to have integrated a boy called Thomas into your small circle. Together, the three of you walked down to the sports field, where some other boys were practising lacrosse. You were really just passing by, curious about the campus, but before you could move on, a uniformed body barrelled into you.

You were sent sprawling, the boy following after. He quickly rolled off, sitting up.

“Ow!” you shouted, moving up onto your elbows so you could glare at the guy. Even in your temper, you couldn’t help but notice he was good looking.

“Careful, shank,” the mysterious boy said, beginning to stand up. You peered over your shoulder to see Teresa and Thomas standing there dumbfounded. You looked back to see a hand stuck far too close to your face. You accepted the offering, and he pulled you up easily.

“What was that for?” you snapped, snatching your hand from his grasp.

His mouth quirked. “Wouldn’t wanna ruin that pretty face of yours.”

Before you could reply, someone shouted, “Get ya klunk head back here, Gally!” The boy seemed to respond; he glanced over for a moment and then looked back at you for a final time. He then turned on his heel and jogged off back to centre field.

You spun around to face your friends. “What the hell?”

Teresa was first to speak. “He saved you!”

“What?” you asked, completely confused.

“The ball was coming right for you,” Thomas explained. “You okay?”

You nodded, slowly, comprehending the situation. You mumbled a simple “oh” before continuing on your initial path, linking your arm with Teresa’s as you went.

*

You returned to your dorm exhausted. You lay on your bed, staring at your phone. In a ‘what the hell, why not?’ type of moment, you clicked on the journal app you had installed long ago. It was filled with a few entries—nothing too special. With a sigh, you opened a new page.

Dear diary,

I think I have a crush.

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I may write a part 2 to this, let me know what you think.