The Glue's Stick // The Scorch Trials

Chapter 19

* Thomas's POV *

I watch as the guy pulls the trigger in slow motion, with it aimed at me. Sadly instead of my own safety, all I can think about is Chuck. Is that ironic or what? That kid took a knife for me and yet, only a week or two later, here I am getting shot. Life sucks sometimes.

So as I get shot I close my eyes tight. Flashes of memory shoot past my eyelids, almost as if trying to remind me why I should live. Why I should fight.

My very first memory from when I first arrived in the Glade plays like a movie in my head.

I can hear people from above me open the doors above me with minimal grunting and I look out into the light.

"Ugh! Another boy." A girl states. She's not to tall but not too short. She has these eyes that dance like she knows something you don't and a smile that is shockingly close to blinding. "Hey Greenie," she says, grinning down at me and offering me a hand. I grab it and pull myself up. "Do you remember your name?" she asks.

"No... Who are you? Where am--" I start. I need answers!

"Hold up Green Bean!" she cuts me off, holding a finger to my lips, "When you go on the tour with Chuck," she points to a kid out in the crowd, "He will answer your questions. Until then my name is Y/n and that is Newt and Alby," she continues, also pointing at them. "Chuck, take him away!" She pushes me towards the boy named Chuck and everybody else turns to walk away.

Then another memory. One of when I kissed Y/n. I don't even know why it's considered a highlight of my short life, but oh well I guess.

"Hey! That was pretty good!" Y/n congratulates me, giving me a high five. "Maybe I'll convince Minho to let you be a runner if we get out of here. Alive." Unlikely.

"That sounds great," I say, giving her a quirky smile. "Although maybe you could repay me in a different way, ya know?"

"How?" she asks, laughing a little bit.

"Like this," I whisper leaning forward and kissing her on the lips. Then I turn and walk away. I can't believe I just did that! Newt's gonna kill me. Maybe dying in here is for the best.

And then one last memory, one that I don't even understand why I'm thinking about it right now. It's more recent, from when we were camping out in the "Safe place" before we were teleported to the Scorch.

"You good Thomas?" Minho asks, sliding down the wall so that he's sitting next to me. He bumps his knee into mine and I grin.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Little hungry, but fine."

"Aren't we all hungry," he laughs. Just at that moment my stomach rumbles as if to prove his point and I laugh, blushing slightly.

"Awww, Thomas is getting all red," Minho teases, reaching over to poke my cheek. I smile at him and he smiles at me. I search his eyes as he looks at me, his smile slowly fading. Then I realize that his hand is just sitting on my cheek now, his thumb lightly moving back and forth. I'm now also hyper aware of how close we are and how there is nobody else around.

Whether it's because he's caught up in the moment or because he's just going crazy he leans forward slowly so that his breath is now fanning over my lips. I can hear him swallow nervously as he glances down at my lips and then back up at me.

"Can I...?" he asks hesitantly. I find myself nodding yes and he leans forward even more so that his lips are just ghosting over mine.

"Minho where are you--" Newt begins loudly as he walks into the room we're in. Minho jumps back from me at lightning speeds and turns to face Newt.