Dylan O' Brien Imagines 2 ❤️

Thomas -Biter (ns)

Me and Thomas haven't talked to each other since I saw him kissing the new girl, Teresa.
I walked into my tent (yes I have my own tent, as the only girl here, well until now) and I saw her literally jumping on him. I though he was going to push her away, but instead, he put both of his hands on her butt and kissed her back. I felt sick and sad and without even noticing I said "why?" and they both pulled away, turning around. As soon as Thomas heard me, his eyes widened and he quickly walked towards me, but I walked away. He followed me and tried to some how explain that "it wasn't what it looked like" but I didn't even listen to him.
Today, 4 days later, he doesn't even look at me anymore. He's always with her, they eat together sitting on a rock and thank god I have Newt and Minho.
I walk closer to a table where Frypan and Curt have placed the dinner and look at the possibilities of meal: gloriously stuffed sandwiches on the left, delicious hot soups on the right. Damn, I love Frypan. I take a sandwich and sit on a rock, looking at the starts. Newt approaches me and sits next to me, looking and Thomas and Teresa laughing together.
"Still haven't talked to him?" He asks and rests his head on my shoulder.
"Nope. And to be honest, I don't plan on doing it any time sooner. He hurt me, like, really hurt me. He doesn't deserve me anymore." I say and rest my head against his.
"If you want, I can ask him why he did it. I can't talk to him."
"Talk to him or punch him?" I ask and he smirks.
"I'll try to contain myself from breaking every bone he has in his body." He says and I laugh, knowing that he would probably be able to make a pile of bones out of Thomas if he wanted.
"Ok then. Go." I saw and he claps his hands twice, before getting up and running towards him.
I get back to my sandwich, now almost over, and feel someone sitting next to me.
"Talked to him?" I say and turn around.
I expected to see Newt, but instead, it was Thomas. He sat next to me, crossing his legs and looking at me.
"Newt told me you wanted to talk." He says and I look up at Newt, who's standing next to the table smiling. I glare at him and mouth 'I'm going to kill you.', then look back at Thomas.
"Well, uh, I just wanted to know why you did what you did." I say and cringe. I'm not ready to talk to him and I don't even know if I want to forgive him or not.
"You mean, why I kissed Teresa?"
"I mean why you made out with her and didn't even try to apologize for 4 days. Have I done something wrong? No, you know what? You're the asshole, you are the one who ruined what we were. You are the one who did something wrong. I just want to know why." I say as tears begin filling my eyes. I get up and walk to my tent, not wanting to put on a show in front of everyone.
"Do you really want to know why?" Thomas says walking in and closing the curtain.
"Yeah-huh."
"I thought there was something going on between you and Newt."
"What? So instead of asking, you decided to just replace me. There's nothing between me and Newt, we're friends."
"I know, I know you're friends and I know Newt would never hit on you while you're with me, but I got scared."
"Scared of what?"
"Of losing you!" He yells and starts crying, wiping his tears with the sleeve of his shirt as he sits on my bed. I walk closer to him and sit next to him, taking his hand. He rests his head on my shoulder and sobs.
"I felt incredibly sorry as soon as I realized I had hurt you."
"But why didn't you say anything. Why did you spend every day with her and didn't even bother to look at me."
"How could I? Everybody here loves you, even Teresa. I couldn't just walk to you and start talking to you, someone would have eventually dragged me away. I needed to be alone with you."
"I see."
"Can you forgive me? It's been hell since that night. Please."
"I don't know Thomas. You hurt me, and I used to think of you as somebody who would never, ever hurt me."
"I'll be better. Please. I love you Y/n."
"I know..." I say and lean forward to connect his lips with mine. He kisses me back, putting his hands on my waist and pulling me closer to him. Our lips perfectly fit and, as I moan, I slightly open my mouth and he takes it as an opportunity to slide his tongue in. He bites my bottom lips and I moan again: Thomas is a biter and I love it. He pulls away and I smile, knowing that I've missed his lips so much.
"Oh god I love you so much." He says and we both lean down on the bed, or whatever it is since WCKD doesn't really give us beds, only sheets and wood.
"I know... I love you too." I say and kiss him again.