Is it hot in here or is it just me? Oh wait yeah it's just me. I'm mega hot.

(16 days till the next Greenie)


Hot. It was so damn hot. Waking up in the dark closet felt like I was in a microwave. Trying to find any air that wasn't filled with that horrible sticky heat. My body that was coated with a fine layer of sweat crawled over to the door.


"Hey! Somebody let me out! It's like a toddler's fucking easy bake oven in here!" I choked out, resting my head against the dry unforgiving wood. As if in cue a God opened the door allowing for a short breeze to hit my skin.


"Y/n?" It was Zart that stood above me with a ring of keys in his hand. "Are you oka-"


"Oh my God you're an Angel." I cut him off with a hug. Which he accepted and returned even though our bodies seemed to feed heat hellishly off one another. Finally we unstuck from each other (but I still held onto his arm). "What the hell is happening? Did we die?" I darted my eyes around, licking my lips. "Are we in hell?! Not that I'm surprised I'm here, but you..." Zart's face rouged even though it was already flushed with the early baby pink of sunburn.


"Nobody knows why but it's extra hot today. Feels like the devils spitting fire on us. Newt convinced Alby to let everyone to take today off, head down to the pond to cool off." Zart laid his warm hand on my shoulder. "It got so crazy Newt forgot about you and I just remembered so I came to get you."


"Thank you." I said placing a hand on his. "What time is it?"


"About eleven. You weren't awake in there for long right?!" His voice strained with worry


"No no!" I reassured him. "Just woke up. I promise."


"Good good. I'm sorry for getting you so late."


"Don't apologize Zart." I wiped a fresh layer of sweat dripping off of me. "Takes too much energy."


"Oh okay. Oh!" He smacked his head. "Um, we all got our swimsuits and yours came up in the box last time. We shoved it in the closet for later." He dug through miscellaneous boxes until he found something. "Here it is!" My stomach turned. It was a hot pink bikini.


"What the hell is that?!" Even seeing it stirred a visceral reaction in me. "Is that a traffic sign or a swimsuit?!" Zart held it up in confusion.


"I think swimsuit?"


"It's barely anything." I groaned. "Jesus Christ!" Licking my lips I laughed weakly, attempting humor. "Are you sure that's not for Gally?" Zart passed me the skimpy threads.


"I don't think so. Sorry-"


"No apologizing." My voice cracked along with my tongue, dry from lack of water. "I'm gonna go put whatever this thing is on okay."


"Oh-okay. I'll be outside, on the porch, or something."


The creators definitely sent me this as some sort of punishment. I looked in the mirror disgusted. Not of myself, I'm a babe, but more of how weird it looked on me. It's obnoxious fluorescent hue that looked clownish on me. After pouting and trying to pull the top up and the bottoms down for what seemed like forever. I heard a knock at the door.


"Hey y/n? It's Chuck." His voice sounded muffled by the door. "Did you pass out in there?"


"Chuck go get me a towel from the showers."


"What?"


"Just go get me one!"


"Okay!"


The weather wasn't getting cooler and my tongue kept getting drier from lack of water. Finally Chuck was back. Relief washed over me.


"I got you this!" I cracked opened the door a few inches and reached outward. My hand found a soft, fluffy towel.


"Thanks Chuck." I quickly wrapped it around myself, tucking it together nicely. Exiting the bathroom I felt another wave of heat sting my skin. "Let's go okay." I mopped the back of my sweaty neck. "Jesus Christ it's hotter than the devils vagina in here, oh my God."


Chuck's sunburnt face couldn't agree more. We trudged out the door, ran across the skillet of a porch that seemed to fry our feet, and after what seemed like hours with the sun angrily whipping us with its violent rays, made it to the pond. It was in a corner of the deadheads, jewel green, and boys splashing around in it. The water cascading everywhere making me envious.


"Okay here's the plan, I'm gonna go over to the dock and go down the ladder with my towel on. Only when I'm completely in the water do you take my towel. Got that?" Chuck nodded his red face.


"Yes."


"Okay good." I began to walk the best I could all wrapped up to the dock, Chuck following close behind. As long as I could get in the water no one would see me. Perfect. I was almost there when I felt a hand wrap around my waist. The another by the back of my legs. Then I was lifted up.


"Greenie in the water!" Someone screeched. It was Minho!


"No no no! I swear to God I'll kill you no-"


It felt like slow motion when I was thrown in the air. My inevitable icy fate waiting below me.


Water cut into my skin delivering a chill through my entire body. I writhed around even though I was below the surface. I guess I'd been under for a while because someone grabbed my arm and yanked me upwards. Gasping as soon as I got to the top the person seemed irritated with me.


"What were you doing?! Were you trying to drown?!" As soon as my vision started to clear I saw who my "savior" was. Gally.


"Oh my God how'd you do it Gally?" I choked up some water from my little swim. "You read my mind." His hand was still around my wrist, keeping me pulled up.


"Really? You're joking again?" He scoffed.


"When am I not?" I twisted my arm out of his reach and started to wade back over to the dock. Minho was still on the dock trying to keep himself from laughing. I'm pretty sure I looked like a straggly wet cat as I swam over, trying my best to look menacing. "I'm gonna kill you!"


"Give me your best shot Greenie!" Minho taunted as he flexed his muscles up dramatically. His ego had to be bigger than the entire glade.


"Oh now I'm gonna double kill you!" I shouted. The other gladers must've thought this was the funniest thing ever from their guffaws. For a split second as I scrambled to the top I'd forgotten about my stupid swimsuit. The guffaws turned into hollers as I tried covering myself up.


Minho threw a towel at me and I rolled it around myself as quick as I could. I didn't care that the earth felt like it was on fire. I just wanted to put my head down leave as fast as possible.


"Damn girl what you tryin' to cover up!" Fuck. The baggers.


"Where you goin'?!"


"Nice ass baby!"


"Yeah let us see it one more time!" I flipped them off and stormed off the dock.


"Hey-" Minho tried to reach out to me but I pushed him so hard he stumbled back into the jade water, landing with a splash.


"Fuck off!" I stormed across the field over to the homestead. "Ah!" I snatched my hand away from the metal handle. It seared it making my temper flare back up again. I kicked the door causing the corner to splinter apart. Everything felt like it had shattered apart, nothing had gone my way. I held my head in my hands and sank down to the floor, laying on the towel. Frustrated tears dribbled down.


"Are you okay y/n?" It was Chuck. His usual fluffy baby curls were stuck, sweaty on his forehead. I wiped my tears off, trying to compose myself. "What'd you do to the door?" Little pieces of the door littered around as if it was the scene of a murder. My foot certainly felt the effects of my cruelty.


"I killed it." I rubbed my foot groaning. "Come on Chuck lets go to the medjack room."


After decorating my skin with a few bandaids here and there. My gaze fell to something very curious on the little supply table. In the very back there was a baby blue bottle with a navy cap. Lifting it up, I examined the label.


Maximum strength
Sennosides, USP
W.C.K.D
Stimulant
(Laxatives)


A terrible thought popped into my head. I laughed wickedly at my ingenious. Spinning the bottle around like a villain plotting their master plan.


"Chuck, I just had the most worst, delicious, disgusting, brilliant, horrible, excellent idea yet." His eyes looked sparked up with mischief. "Will you be my accomplice?"


"What is it?!" I ran my finger across the lettering, smirking sinfully.


"We're gonna make the baggers some very special brownies." My revenge plan bled into my brain dripping strife into my thoughts.

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