Celeste's Birthday means everybody wins! Here, have a chapter! πŸŽ‰πŸŽ‚πŸ₯³πŸ˜˜

A/n: Hello babies today's my 16th birthday! So happy birthday chapter!!!


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"Hey!" Clint shouted, cutting through brush and trees to meet us. Jeff sprinted behind, keeping a close trail. "You guys! You guys!" I went to stand up but Gally just pulled me back down on his lap, slinging an arm across my shoulder as he played with my shirt collar.


"What? What is it?" Gally asked, stroking my knee. Each finger was roughened with callouses. The two boys emerged at last, panting and wiping off their foreheads.


"It's the- it's the-" Jeff couldn't seem to catch his breath.


"What's wrong Jeff?" I freed myself from Gally and crept to the other boys side. He gulped, his breaths streaming smoothly again.


"It's the girl."


Well fuck.


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We entered the clearing. Shoes combing through the jade green grass. Most of the other gladers were crowded around the watch tower. Rocks sailed through the sky causing the boys to yelp...and dodge things? A raven haired girl in all her ferocity and fire chucking hunks of rock at her pursuers sat on the top. She was awake. Alive and beautiful.


"Stay back! Just get away! Go!" Her uneven voice held firm.


"She's awake." Gally's said cautiously, holding my hand tight. She had caused complete and utter chaos, and I don't think I could've had a bigger grin on my face. Blind to any danger I sprinted closer.


Frypan had a big metal bowl to shield himself. Winston carried a top of a wooden box. The rest of the stragglers just blocked the missiles pathetically with their hands.


"Go away!" She demanded, more stones bouldered their way down. We stood at the foot of the hulking structure. I kept a polite distance, Gally did not. He joined the other foolish boys in their calls to get her to quit.


"Hey you!" He shouted, arms slightly crossed above his head. "How about you just come down and talk to us?!" A kid named John got nailed in the forehead. He collapsed in a heap on the floor. A laugh slipped out of me, I muffled myself with my hand before the others dogged me. "Come down here!"


"I don't think she likes us very much." Newt stated, the obvious narrowly missing him as he ducked under Winston's force field.


"Hey you throw one more of those things and I'm-" A rock thwacked Gally on his head. "Ow! You shucking-" Another one bounced off him. He burned a bright scarlet, scowling, only making me burst into a flurry of giggles.


"Go away!" As entertaining as this was, her forceful yelling had inclined to something more fearful.


She was scared.


A scared girl who had woken up surrounded by an entire horde of boys. Gee, that has a familiar ring to it. I knew what she was feeling down to the nerve ending. And I couldn't just let her stay in the ugly fright. I had to help.


I wanted to help.


"Okay okay okay!" I stepped forward, probably in range for her attack but I didn't mind. "Everyone take three steps back, okay!" Everyone paused, even the girl. "Three steps back, yup!" I waved them off, the boys obliged, realizing she had stopped. Thomas, Minho, and Chuck clustered on the outskirts of her wrath, just having joined the group. "You don't want to get hit anymore, do you?!" Boys nodded, rubbing their wounds and bruises. "Well then use your brain and leave her alone genius's! Go do your jobs, there's plenty to do!"


"Yeah, that's right." Newt joined in, better late than never I suppose. "Bugger off you shanks!" The boys grumbled, slinking away to lick their wounds and mend mundane egos. Gally and sticking stubbornly behind, Thomas decided to do the same. Once the rest had gotten far enough away she must've decided it was safe.


"Are you a girl?" She called out, craning her head to peep at me. Her fingers wrapped around the deck's ashy wood.


"Me?" I shoved my hands in my pockets, looking right back up at her. She nodded. "Well last time I checked yes, but I can check again if you'd like."


"We just wanna talk!" Thomas cupped his hands around his mouth as he spoke. "It's Thomas!"


Silence.


Then she was seen again, weapon in hand, ready to catapult.


"I'll talk. But I want the girl first!" She retreated, slinking out our sight. Gally threaded his arms around me, giving me a tight squeeze.


"You want me to go with you? Or we could just tie her up and lock her in the slammer." He rasped, tickling my neck.


"She's scared, not psycho." I unraveled from him, starting my way up the ladder. Looking over my shoulder I soothe him. "I'll be fine. Go hang out with the builders or something."


"Alright." Gally settled himself against one of the watchtowers podium, looping his thumbs between his belt loops. "I'll be here if you need me. You know, in case the psych ward chick shanks you."


"Watch yourself." I chuckled, calling down to him. "You might be next!" Each rung brought me closer and closer to the top. The wind was really acting up, a nice breeze swishing in my hair.


Then I saw her.


Hand fiddling with a machete like blade, eyes wide as a fresh baby doe. Sneakers making a little tip tap noise as she bounced them without knowledge. Dark clumps of hair shrouding her freckled face. Still in her eyes I saw no strife, no malice. Just a girl.


"So there's another girl." Her voice held no tremble. "Are there others?" I closed the top hatch of the watchtower, sliding next to it.


"Nope. Just you and me."


"Oh." Her hair swung in front, veiling her. I reached out my hand, open and ready for her. She let it stay there. Alone.


"I'm y/n." I introduced myself, chewing on my lips. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel unwelcome. "Do you remember your name yet? It'll come to you soon if it hasn't."


Slowly her fingertips slid across my palm, joining mine in a fixed handshake.


"Teresa." She shared, tone smooth and pleasant. Her eyes, blue ablaze, burned into me. "My name is Teresa."


"Nice to meet you Teresa." My skin tickled from her lingering fingers, making my neck prick up in sweat. "Pretty name for a pretty girl." I took my hand back, sprawling it across my lap.


"Your face." Her brows knitted together as she analyzed me. My face?


"What about my face?" I ran my hands across it to wipe off anything embarrassing. I think I'd rather die than let Teresa see me all gross on our first real meeting. My cheeks ruddied themselves with sparks of heat.


"Nothings wrong with it." She reassured, tilting her head. "It just seems so familiar. I feel like I've seen you before." She did recognize me! I knew it! That glint in her eye was all the confirmation I needed.


"Really?! I've seen you before too!" Hopped up on excitement I neared her. Teresa lost her own inhibitions, loosening all hold of her knife. "In a dream, only it was more like a nightmare if I'm being honest. It had this lady's voice in it that-"Β 


"Ow!" Thomas groaned after a thump hit the watchtowers plank hatch. He got it open the second time, popping his head out of the now open hole. "Hey y/n."


"Greetings Major Tom." I smirked fox like, my back to Teresa. His chestnut brown eyes glimmered back at me. I watched as they turned their attention to Teresa.


"Hi I'm Thomas, woah!" In a flash Teresa had driven the knife close to Thomas guarding not only herself but me as well.


"Thomas?! Who are you?!" She snarled, the sharp point aimed straight for Thomas's well packed organs.


"Teresa, it's okay, alright." Lowering the knife I confiscated it, sticking it into my belt loop. "Thomas is safe, I know him. He's harmless I swear."


"Yeah I'm not gonna hurt you I just wanted to talk." Thomas rushed out, hands up in mercy. Teresa was starting to come around to the idea, her edge filing itself as she propped up against her spot. "That okay?"


"Sure." She nodded. At her permission, the brunette boy scooted closer. In the strange quiet a few moments provided the top deck felt too full. So I did the obviously mature thing. I made up a lie.


"Hey." I slipped out of the boy girl sandwich. "I've got a ton of work to do so I'm gonna head out but if you need anything Teresa, just let me know." The hatch door screeched open allowing me sweet freedom.


"See you later y/n." She said, Hair rippling in the wind. I offered her a smile.


"See you later Teresa."

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