Gally's Point Of View:

"Thank you." It was barely over a mumble. Y/n entangled her arms around my middle, pressing her face into my shirt. I was stuck there, frozen. Forgetting how to hug.

My own arms remembered they weren't just useless limbs and settled around the nape of her neck. This was mine, she was mine. It was fine. I nudged her closer, some dumb part of me not wanting to let her go.

"I better get him to the medjacks." They pulled away, ending my stupid wish. I let them go, even in my ache from them separating. "He could have a pretty nasty concussion."

"Yeah." They waited for the crowd around this Thomas guy to loosen up. "You're probably right." Not really. He barely hit his head. He was just being a baby about it, probably to get me in trouble with y/n. Still, I should make peace for y/n. That would probably smooth things over. "Good job..." Extending an arm out for a sort of truce. He took it. "Thomas."

SCREECH

It came from the maze, as usual. The grievers were extra loud tonight. I could tell from the new shank's ugly face he'd never heard it before. It was y/n who broke the ominous silence.

"Damn they're really going at it tonight." They cupped their hands, shouting at the thick maze walls. "Ay keep it wrapped up!" Everyone exploded in laughter. Everyone charmed by y/n's painfully perfect timing. Except for the greenie.

"What the hell was that?" Thomas scratched out.

"That my friend." I decided to take to responding. "Was a griever. Don't worry, you're safe here with us. Nothing gets through those walls."

"Nothing gets out either." Y/n piped up, staring at the tall infrastructures like the hot sun. Hand shielding their face from their forehead. "You're stuck here with us." Flashing one of their brilliant smiles at Thomas.

He couldn't appreciate the full smile. How her cheeks crowned it. How her sarcasm made my own lips curl up. Her's looking even more appetizing.

"Alright everyone. Get your shanky butts into bed. Alby's orders." Our leader gruffed, going off to his hammock. I got to sleep with y/n. No one else did. That was good right?

The other guys all headed for the hammocks or for sleeping bags, very few went for the homestead. They only had so many rooms. Y/n and Thomas followed towards the homestead. That dude was totally faking the way he was walking. Acting all injured, it was just kind of pathetic.

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"You really knocked some sense into him Gal but by some God send he isn't concussed."

"Really? That's good." Y/n crawled onto our bed, slipping under the sheets. Finally she was back, took her long enough. Now it was time to finish what we started at the bonfire. Tonight was going to be the night. Then I wouldn't have to worry about her being mine.

"Yeah, he's in bed now. Next to Chuck so I know he'll be fine-" I cut her off with a kiss.
Here we go Gally, now or never. I came closer to y/n, an arm on each side to prop myself up. Continuing, I followed the trail to her jaw to neck...always going back to her lips before going a little further. "Gally what are you doing?" She was muffled from the constant kisses.

"This." I grinned as I kept going, pulling off my shirt. This was going to be great. With y/n it was impossible for anything to be less than perfect. Back I went to the crevice of their neck,  kissing before groaning in their ear. "This is gonna be so good."

"What is?" Their voice raised. That's weird. It made me pause, pulling back a little. Why weren't they taking off their clothes?

"You want me to take that off for you?" I asked, smirking. Playing with ends of y/n's nightgown material. Her eyes widening at my words.

"Oh." Now she got it, great. I was stroking her hair when she stopped me. "Gally you're talking about fucking?" The way she said made it seem wrong or bad. Uneasinesss swarmed my stomach.

"There's other words for it." I said, slowly pressing kisses on the lowest part of her chest. Her lungs rose and flowered with oxygen. Each breath pricking up my ears.

"Like making love." They mocked. "Don't make me gag."

"It can be whatever you want to call it." I gripped around their waist, ready to meet their lips. They boxed my neck around their soft arms.

Stopping me.

"Well I would...but I'm just tired." Y/n's eyes shifted around everywhere but my own, emitting a very obvious fake yawn.

"No you're not." I gave them back their arms and dejectedly found my way to my side of the bed.

"Yes I am." They pressed on, tucking their hair behind their ear.

"Look it's okay to not be ready. I'm not gonna be mad or anything but just don't lie about it. We don't have to do it till you're ready."

"I had a busy day today."

"Bet you wouldn't be tired if that Thomas kid was here." I muttered, fixing the covers around me.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Her head tilted just a tad.

"I'm just saying if you were around Thomas you wouldn't have the problem of being tired. You'd go and make him more cookies or something." I let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Gally don't be mean. You've been a bitch to him almost all day."

"I just don't see what's so special about him. He's just another greenie. No one else got special treatment. You're babying him."

"I am not-" y/n scoffed, she crossed her arms at me. "Oh my God." Looking at me she shook her head.

"What?"

"You're jealous. That's why you're being so pissy towards him."

"No I'm not." I said firmly.

"He didn't even do anything Gally. He's new. He needs someone to help him."

"Didn't do anything my ass." My face burned remembering their moment in the woods, fists curling at the nasty memory.

"He didn't!"

"Oh so I guess you call hand holding and talking shit about me nothing."

"How did you-"

"I saw y/n, okay. I saw you both. I heard you."

"Thomas tried to hold my hand but he didn't know about us. It hadn't come up in conversation yet." I scowled at her.

"You were probably flirting with him like you always do." I scratched the back of my neck, the skin itching with my irritation.

"Always do?" Y/n asked, her eyes narrowed.

"Yup."

"Gally that's just my personality, okay. That's who I am. I don't do it on purpose."

"Maybe you should save your personality for me."

"That's not fair." She glowered, her bottom lip trembling. But it wasn't from fear. I threw the blankets off and got up to my feet. She looked so small on the bed.

"You wanna hear what's unfair y/n? One girl." I stabbed a finger out. "Surrounded by fifty guys. You know how hard that is to deal with sometimes!" Y/n was shaking now, her own fists balled up.

"Oh yeah? Tell me more about how hard this has been for you! Fucking tell me!" She spat. "Have you had to deal with the catcalls, the obvious staring, the persistent bullshit! Or how about this. Even getting almost murdered more than once!"

"I never said it wasn't hard for you too."

"You implied it." Y/n's jaw locked. Another rush of words came on to me.

"I'm sorry that happened to you but you can see why it's hard for me right? To hear fucking Zart tell me how I suck. How I shouldn't be with you. How I'm not good enough for you." Their eyes widened at the sound of Zart's name.

"You are good enough for me."

"Really? Cuz he doesn't think so."

"Zart?"

"Yeah Zart. Shank's lucky he got away with a bruise." I gritted my teeth. Y/n's mouth fell open.

"It was you?!" They scrambled off the bed, standing in front of me.

"Yeah y/n of course it was me. But maybe he wouldn't have gotten the wrong idea if you hadn't led him on. "

"I-" They shrank back, unable to look at me. Why weren't they looking at me? I raised a brow as their shoulders slumped over.

"Look at me." I demanded. They shook their head. "Look at me." I held y/n's chin, forcing them to look at me. Glassy over filled eyes spilled their tears. A sick feeling settled in my stomach. The other grimy feeling had metastasized. Evil in the way it over took my body. I couldn't take seeing them cry, I finally brought myself to ask. "What is it?"

"We kissed." They revealed quietly. Two words was all it took to shatter the world. Just two. I dropped their chin, taking two steps back.

"When?" I asked, but I could almost feel the answers.

"Three days ago." Y/n confessed. It was as if someone had kicked me in the chest. But perhaps that would've been less painful.

Y/n's Point Of View:

(This goes really good with "Where is my mind" by the Pixies)

"I knew it." Gally laughed bitingly. "I knew you like him. I knew you liked it." Maybe if I was quick enough I could bolt out the door.

"Liked what?"

"The fucking attention."

"He kissed me Gally. I never kissed him back. Ever." This seemed to calm him, let him think. "I just didn't want to say anything to him
before that because I didn't want to hurt him. He was my friend Gally."

"You didn't kiss him?"

"I didn't kiss him."

"Did you want him to kiss you?" This was the question I wasn't prepared for. I never anticipated him asking this when I was to tell him. My blank expression and wide eyes told him what he needed to know. "I should've known." He said these words with every purpose, every intent of hurting me. "I should've known you'd do something like this." He stared at me then, with a bone chilling steeliness. "Do you know why?" He didn't need an answer. It was four words that ended things.

"Because you're a whore."