Y/n's Point Of View

After a while of splashing my friends and them splashing me back along with getting water up my nose, I decided it was time for a break. I got out of the water, drying off and laid my towel in a sunny spot. My skin was feeling a little burned but it felt good in contrast to the chilliness of the pond. My eyes closed as I let the warmth sink into me, stretching my limbs out on the towel. Just as I was starting to relax a very familiar voice was right by my ear.

"Hey there hot stuff." I audibly groaned, not wanting to open my eyes to see him. Maybe if I ignored him he'd just go away. Cease to exist. Nope. "Hellooo. Y/n?" He tugged on my shirt sleeve.

"Would you leave me alone already." I said without any sort of welcomeness in my tone.

"Aw come on y/n. Don't you wanna see your favorite guy?" He asked placing his hand on mine. My eyes snapped open as I pulled away. His face was hovering over mine, strawberry hair stuck to his face

"Victor don't you have anything better to do than to follow me around all the time?"

"Nope!" He grinned. "I'm all yours." I pushed him away from me and sat up so we were next to each other.

"I have a boyfriend and I don't think he'd like you talking to me." I said haughtily with my nose turned up.

"We're just talking. It's not like we're doing anything wrong..." His hand was starting to inch itself closer to me on the towel. "Unless you want to?" I picked Victor's wrist up and set it in his lap.

"No thanks." A certain dryness could be found in my voice. I turned over to look at him. "I've told you a million times no. Do you need to hear it in a different language? Gally and I are dating and I'm not interested." He scoffed at me.

"Oh that's such bullshit y/n." Victor shook his head.

"What do you mean?"

"I gave you the idea to fake date someone. I'm not an idiot."

"You kinda are." A beetle blade scurried across my leg and poked around at Victor.

"Gally isn't your real boyfriend. You know that and I know that."

"Was the making out in the woods not enough for you Pervert? How do you explain that huh?" He waved me off like I was silly.

"Pshh a moment of weakness or practice or maybe you think you like him but you don't." His eyes were looking right at mine. "It's impossible. Who could ever love Gally?" The words stung into my skin like he had hit me. "Even like him? The guys a total freak with anger issues." Victor rubbed my knee as he scooted closer, practically on my towel.

"I'm just worried about you y/n." He got closer, tracing circles on my skin. "He could probably really hurt you if he gets angry. That's why you should let me protect you from him." My face was starting to burn with heat. The grass was prickly, poking into my skin. The sound of insects buzzing around became more and more imminent by the second. "He's dangerous. You haven't seen him get mad like I have." I snapped.

I slapped him across the cheek.

Not too hard. Just enough to get my message across. He grabbed at his face, looking at me confused.

"Freak with anger issues?" I spat. "Sounds familiar doesn't it. Fucking Hypocrite."

"Y/n I didn't mean that you were-"

"Save it. Just shut up for once." I looked straight forward, seething, not wanting to see him.

"I just meant that-" I put a pair of sunglasses I had found next to me on. "Oh come on y/n. Just look at me." I turned at him with a sort of mock in my movement.

"You look a thousand times better when I can't see you. Just go away okay. Leave."

"I didn't mean that you-"

"What's going on over here? Is he bothering you y/n?" There was Gally with crossed arms, glaring at Victor.

"He was just leaving." I said sharply. Victor slowly stood up giving Gally a dirty look, leaving while mumbling something under his breath.

"I saw you hit him. You okay?" Gally asked, eyebrows knitted in conern. I patted the spot next to me.

"I feel better now that you're here. Sit." His face softened at my words. He sat down next to me, obliging my request. I leaned against him, pressing my skin against his. My head rested against his shoulder. Gally loosened at my touch and wrapped an arm around me. His chest was bare. I liked that. Boys cries echoed in the background.

"What'd he say to you y/n?" I didn't want to tell him. I knew that what Victor said would just hurt him so instead I popped up a question.

"You know, you're probably one of my best friends right?" I paused. "And you're nice and I like having you around. You're a really great person Gally. Just don't forget that okay."

"Okay." He hugged me a little tighter.

Even though what I'd told him was so incredibly simple. He knew, and I knew the undertone of sweetness that came from each word. Used specifically, just for him.

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"You're not gonna sleep in the sleeping bag again right?" Night had fallen and we had both changed to get our pajamas on. I was perched up in my bed and Gally was holding that stupid sleeping bag. "Just come sleep with me again tonight." Wind had picked up, whooshing the heat away. Now the treehouse creaked with every bite the wind gave. He dropped it and slipped in next to me. Success. "It's going to be cold tonight." I mentioned as I turned the light off. "I can feel it."

"Me too." Gally said in the darkness. He flipped himself over on his stomach and draped an arm around my waist. Pulling me into him. This was new. Today we hadn't kissed once. I was determined to keep it that way. I could hold out. I knew I could. It was less messy without all the mushy stuff. But I still couldn't deny how nice it felt when he held me like that.

"What are you doing?" I asked while Gally's fingers brushed across my stomach. Electricity zapping me with every touch.

"You said it was gonna be cold. I'm just warming up." Heat bloomed across the nape of my neck, flowering up to my face.

"We can go get a blanket from the homestead." I offered, knowing that his fingertips on my shirt were putting my anti kissing mentality in a precarious position.

"I don't really want a blanket y/n. You're just fine." He murmured, tugging me closer.

"If you say so." My eyes were wide open as Gally started to thumb the back of my neck with his other hand. Drawing shapes and patterns on my skin, moving down to my shoulders. Moving his hand back and forth across them.

"Gally you shouldn't." I mumbled. Nerves and cells buzzing from the contact.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, still grazing his fingernails across.

"No. But we shouldn't. We really shouldn't. You heard what Newt said yesterday. Even a kiss is dangerous." I wriggled out of his grasp, giving him his arm back. There was a moment of peace before that inner turmoil started again.

He started to press kisses on my shoulder. All in a trail up to the very crook in my neck, tickling me. Then to my jaw. Down to my chin. Almost to my lips...

"Stop Gally. We can't."

"God you're pretty y/n." I pushed him away.

"You can barely even see me in the dark." I grumbled. "You're just horny. You don't care about me."

"No! I'm-"

"You have a hand. Use it." I snapped. "Go to the bathroom. Get it out of your system." Anger festered inside of me. Gally probably just wanted my body. Not me. How could I be so fucking stupid. It was just like Victor had said. Who could love a freak with anger issues. Only Gally wasn't the freak.

It was me.

"What?" Gally asked as I threw the covers back.

"You heard me. Go." I pointed at the door. "Come back when you're done. Wash your hands." Then he did exactly what I told him to. He just left. And I hated that he did.