![]() I siddenly felt more alone than ever, every insecurity resurfacing. I was always there for him if he lashed out or needed guidance, but where was he now that I needed him? With Teresa? My heart clenched and I began to shake. The bonfire had ended as soon as I had attacked and everyone had gone to sleep. I was alone for a long time, tears rolling down my face, nothing stopping them. I shrugged and settled in the corner, curling my knees to my chest and letting out a quiet sob. ![]() ![]() “She deserved it,” Alby muttered as he showed me into the Slammer. Gally was helping Teresa up and suddenly everything I just felt vanished and jealousy and saddness panged my heart. The Gladers all stared in shock at me, hardly believing that level headed Y/N could do such a thing. “Stay the fuck away from him!” I shouted, resisting against the Gladers carrying me away. After a few more seconds, I was yanked off of her and dragged off, smirking at her bloodied face. I stepped over the log and straddled her, repeatedly smashing my fist into her nose. She fell backward, scream leaving her lips as she toppled off the log. I watched as she leaned in closer and closer until her lips were almost on his, when I bolted up and smashed my fist into her nose. Teresa was inching closer and closer to him, causing my blood pressure to rise. “He’s just being stupid,” Minho remarked to us three, glaring at Gally. My fists clenched at my side but Newt patted my back sympathetically, pulling me over to the usual seat of himself. My eyes automatically floated to Gally, who was sitting by Teresa, as usual. I strut across the Glade to the fire pit that night beside Newt, Thomas, and Minho, laughing at something Thomas had said. I wrapped my arms around him tightly, tears dropping onto his shoulder as he fingers ran across my back comfortingly. “Hey, come here, love,” Newt said gently, pulling me into his arms. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair in distress as I held back the tears that welled in my eyes. “But Gally shouldn’t be responding like he is,” I snapped, kicking my foot childishly against the bed. “She’s doing it in purpose, Y/N,” Newt muttered, running a hand through his blonde locks. I was ready to shove her in the Maze, watching her bend in front of Gally like she was. Newt and I were sitting in the Med Jack hut, talking quietly about Teresa. Always by the Builders, always sitting by him, and always touching him. Since the first day she had woken up, she had been all over Gally. Without anyone getting in the way of our love for one another. °įor a year and a half I had dated Gally without disruption. ° 300 followers!! Sorry for any mistakes, I didn’t edit before I posted.
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