(2 days till the next greenie)

There he was. Sleeping against the door, my knife in hand, just to make sure Paul didn't come in to hurt me. How was he so perfect? How?

How was I so shitty? I hadn't told Gally about the kissing and I felt awful about it. I wish it never happened, wish it could just disappear. If I did tell him he'd flip. I knew that for sure. He'd murder Zart and I wouldn't be able to be look Gally in the eyes after he knew.

By not telling him I was keeping Zart out of harm and keeping Gally from being banished from killing him. That was surely ethical right?

Right?

I got dressed, making sure not to disturb Gally. He always looked so peaceful when he slept. The frown that he carried around on his face smoothed itself out, eyebrows slightly raised.

I was protecting him. I was doing the best thing I could. I don't even know what I'd do with myself if Gally was tossed out in the maze. He was blocking the door and I really didn't want to face him, so I thought of the only other exit.

The window.

The drop wasn't that bad. Just as I lifted my leg over the sill I heard Gally stir.

"Y/n? What are you doing?" He stood up groggily, rubbing at his eyes, knife still in hand.

"Feeding my goldfish?" If I jumped now I'd probably look like a badass...just a deranged badass.

"Don't use the window." He grumbled, coming towards me. Gally pulled me off, foiling my plan. "Use the door." Nudging me towards the proper exit he realized something. "Hey you can't go out there."

"Gally it's fine." I murmured, hand already wrapped around the knob. He shut the door close, holding it down with his weight.

"It's not fine. We have a murderer on the loose." Gally's stubbornness arose with him this morning.

"He's can't be called a murderer if he hasn't killed anyone yet."

"Yeah y/n yet. Key word yet. Meaning that he's gonna try to kill you until you're dead!"

"Gally I'm leaving one way or the other." I said defiantly, nodding towards the window. He crossed his arms, leaning his back on the door.

"I'll tie you up then."

"I'd like to see you try." I scoffed. "Great idea. Tie me up so it's even easier to kill me. Got anything better?" He faltered, knowing I was right.

"Fine but you're staying with me the whole day. If I piss you piss. If I eat you eat. Wherever you or I go, it's always with each other." Gally was going to be babysitting me when all I wanted was some time away from him. Some time to think. But I knew that Gally wasn't going to budge about this. Great.

"Fine." I said stiffly, locking the agreement in with a quick handshake.
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"Hammer." I passed Gally the tool and watched him as he tapped a nail into place, fortifying the ever so precious animal pen. "Apple." He gruffed, micro-focused on his task.

"You know you can feed yourself right?"

"I know." He smirked. "I just like it when you do it for me." It was the least I could do after Zart so I complied. Sticking an apple slice in his mouth. Gally gave me a lopsided smile, continuing his work.

"Can't I do something?" My nails had already been chewed off, leaving me to spin my rings round and round on my finger. "Anything?"

"You are doing something." He centered another nail on the post. "You're keeping me company." Giving me a warm look, filled with desire and want, he dropped the hammer. Kissing me against the fence.

All I could say is that I'd taught him well. Really well.

But still the aching feeling of Zart kissing me ran through my mind, twisting and turning my thoughts. He should know...

"Hey Gally can we kiss your girlfriend too while we work?!" A builder yelled from across the way.

Gally's Point Of View:

"Shut your Shuck Face!" I sneered, narrowing my eyes at Hunter, the glade's official slinthead. Turning back to y/n I tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. She coiled at my fingers that grazed her skin.

She seemed a little squeamish today. Especially whenever I touched her. Weird. Whatever, it was probably just Paul stuff. It was hard to work with her next to me, to ignore how good she looked today.

When things fell back to being quiet again I'd when I let my wander. Still on the topic of y/n. Greenie day was fast approaching, meaning they'd have to tour the new guy around. There was a chance we could get a girl.

That's what I was hoping for. A girl would be good for y/n. Then they wouldn't have to hang out with all these guys that wanted to get in their pants all the time. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't one of them.

The night we had the last bonfire was the first and only time y/n said they wanted to have sex with me. I could feel myself get hot just by thinking about it, my face burning with them sitting next to me. Even taking peeks at them every so often as I worked felt almost illegal.

Y/n was drunk when they said those things to me, barely a working human being. More like a rag doll really. Still it meant that some part of their brain knew they wanted to...and it made me feel like someone dumped fire across my skin. Made my heart nearly jump out of my chest.

When should a guy ask a girl if she wants to have sex? Or do you just start off with the whole making out thing and let one thing lead to another? I should ask Frypan. Minho would know more but I burned that bridge a long time ago. Most of the gladers hated me and I hated them right back. Except for y/n.

She hesitantly reached for my free arm. I didn't know why she was being so weird...but then again y/n was always weird. Wrapping her arms around my own she settled her chin on it. Which just made my heart thud faster. I looked down at her, taking in how beautiful she was. She placed a soft kiss on my uncovered skin.

"You're pretty." They said sweetly, nuzzling their cheek against my arm. That was what did it.

I wanted them to be my girlfriend. Without a doubt. Make it official and quit with all this 'girlfriend' stuff. Make them mine for real and only mine. Always.

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The day had gone by so fast. Y/n's presence made everything speed up. I guess it was true, when you're doing something boring it makes an hour feel like five long hours. When you're talking to a pretty girl it makes that same hour turn into five minutes.

We'd spent the entire day together which made me want to smile like an shuck idiot. Me. Out of everyone else she picked me. How did I get so shucking lucky?

Y/n on the other hand had these dips throughout the day where she would refuse to touch me, a worried look scrunched up her face. Then a while later she'd hug me and kiss me like tomorrow didn't exist. The cycle would continue repeating over and over again. Eh, she'll get over it.

"Hey." They said from across the room. We had already eaten dinner, the sun was dying. Y/n occupied the corner of the room, arms cradling their knees.

"Hey." I said with a raised brow. My night clothes wrinkled as I stretched myself on our bed."What's up?" They stood up, finding themselves over to me. Y/n sat painfully close to me, practically sitting on the edges of my shirt.

"I have an idea..." Her fingers started to walk themselves up my chest. Sex? That smile that spelled out trouble framed her face. "Would you be interested in going on an illegal operation also known as a heist?"