My eyes kept flitting back to Gally. He was annoyingly perfect for the job. Great. Now I just had to find some way to talk to him. Unfortunately Newt disrupted my thoughts.

"Alright let's start the meeting off again with Gally." Gally rustled around his chair leaning backwards with crossed arms.

"You wanna hear what I have to say?" Gally said with spite filling his voice. "Victor's a shuck piece of trash. If Nick was here he would've put this loser shank straight in the slammer." The air in the room turned mournful and boy's faces squirmed with discomfort. "Yeah he would, and all of you know it."

"This isn't a funeral Gally, it's not about what Nick would do it's about what we're-" Paul was cut off before he could even start.

"Shut up!" Gally snapped. "I've had enough of you today. Keep your shuck mouth closed idiot." Paul's face stood still in shock before shrinking back in his chair, submitting to Gally's demands.

My mouth almost dropped open. He got Paul to shut up. He was even more fit for being a fake boyfriend then I thought. "Keep this in mind, would everyone who died want y/n to join them in the graveyard? She's only been nasty to people who've been bad to her. You Shanks should know better." Gally said as he shook his head. "I vote putting Victor in the slammer for a week, and extra chores when he gets out for how much he's messed with them."

"Good that." Newt murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. "Frypan?"

"Y/n did almost filet Victor, but I like them. They're pretty cool y'know, nice to have in the kitchen. Always get her job done." I smiled at this. He was right. I did work a little harder in the kitchen just because Frypan was so easy to get along with.

"I don't want them gone, sure they say stuff we don't understand sometimes and makes different jokes then us but she does her part and she's nice to me. I don't know what you guys are doin' to make them not like you, maybe you shanks should just be nice." He paused before continuing. "I say week in the slammer for Victor and y/n stays." I nodded at him. Frypan really was a cool guy. If I don't die I should make it up to him somehow. Minho picked up the conversation after Frypan.

"Victor, week in the slammer. Y/n stays. You guys said everything I wanted to say."

"Alby as the leader do you got anythin' to say?" Newt asked hunched over a notepad. I made eye contact with Alby and rubbed my throat and neck dramatically. The bruises were almost gone but still noticeable if you looked for them. He nodded at me in recognition.

"I think y/n should stay but this is a democracy so we'll see what you Slintheads vote." Everyone's eyes turned to me, waiting for what I had to say. Finally. I took a deep breath before starting.

"First off can I just say this is a little much." Holding up my tied up wrists I continued. "I mean you guys love me. I keep it real and I'm hilarious."

"Actually you're just a bitch." Paul snarled. The entire room erupted in noise talking over each other. Right as I opened my mouth to tear this motherfucker apart Newt stopped me.

"Woah woah woah! We don't use that kind of language with each other. Especially not with y/n. Watch your mouth Paul." Paul groused under his breath but begrudgingly complied.

"I gave you all the time in the world to say horrible awful things about me and now you have to sit there quietly and listen just like I did." I was suprised at how calm and collected my voice was when I was feeling just the opposite inside.

"Most everyone here has hit on me at least once. I get it, I'm the hottest thing to probably ever happen to the glade but you still gotta treat me like a human being. When I get mad, everything blows up. But it only happens if you do something bad to me first. I don't think I've been rude to anyone as long as they haven't harassed me or my friends."

"You can't just avoid consequences from the thing you do." Paul said nastily. "I mean I'm pretty sure you poisoned those brownies you gave us."

"I checked after your guys's shit storm in the bathroom. Expired chocolate chips." I lied, lying was extremely easy at this point. "Look, all I'm sayin' is it's not fair to do all this shit to me and expect me to just sit here and take it. So just think about my perspective for a second. Thrown in a maze of about fifty pervy gross teenage boys being the only girl. Having no one. That's all I gotta say." Victor nodded at my statement. My body whirled, wondering what he'd say. Then he spoke.

"Yeah. Even though y/n stabbed me I'd still kill for a chance with them." Everyone's mouth gaped open at him. Jesus Christ he was relentless. "I shouldn't have kissed her I get it. My bad." He gave me a small tight lipped smile. "I said things to them, made up things up about them so she probably hates me right now. It's fine though. I guess now we can have an enemies to lovers kinda deal." I did one of those obvious fake coughs saying.

"Not a chance."

"Or maybe not who knows. All I know, is when she was on top of me hitting me with her bra, it was probably the best full minute of my life." This kid was fucking crazy.

"See you guys she's got Victor in her little voodoo magic trance. Y/n's obviously got him brain washed. Who knows who could be next!" Paul sneered looking at me like I was filthy.

"I didn't brainwash him he's just fucking crazy!" I cried out. Raucous noise filled the homestead, boy's talking over each other.

"Alright order! Order!" Newt slammed his fist against the wall. Everyone quieted down. "Right then. Y/n, Victor, you're both gonna be taken to the slammer while we vote." Newt directed a hand towards the door. "To keep people's votes anonymous we'll have you lot line up towards the homestead. One by one each of you will come in here, the homestead will be completely empty. And you'll fill out your vote on a piece of paper and stick it in this bowl." Newt lifted up a clear glass bowl, it almost looked like it was meant for fish.

"After everyone's voted we'll count them up. Tell you lot the verdict at the lunch tables." A rush of panic fell on me. That couldn't be it I hadn't been able to talk to Gally now I would never- what am I saying y/n this is useless. Just forget it.

Winston cleared a path to the door, parting crammed bodies that filled up the homestead. I gave Chuck a comforting wave as I passed by, praying that I'd be safe. That I could stay. The three of us trailed down the grass to the thicket of bushes surrounding the slammer. Victor went in first, me following in suit. Before closing the door Winston paused.

"If he tries to come on to you nail him in the face with your elbow."

"Thanks Winstone." Grinning pixie like at the new nickname I made for him. Winston turned to Victor.

"Oh and you." Victor scratched the back of his neck looking up at him curiously. "If you touch her just know I'm really good at slaughtering pigs, and you're not too different from them so it shouldn't be too hard if you know what I'm sayin." Victor nodded and Winston slammed the door close. Leaving us alone again.

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"Do you wanna play a game?" Victor talking aimlessly at me for the bajillionth time. I kicked him off the chair so he was laying on his back, his feet closest to me. The back of his head cradled in his hands. He started sliding his sock covered foot up my leg (I have no idea why this boy decided to take his stupid shoes off). "Or if you don't like games we could always just skip the fun stuff and give each other massages." I kicked his foot away from me settling my head in my hand.

"I'd rather lick a cheese grater then touch you." I grumbled.

"Okay I'm hearing what you're saying aaand it's not a no." I shot him a glance that said bitch-I'm-warning-you. "Okay so maybe it is a no." He was quiet for the first time in the last half hour. "Wanna play twenty questions?"

"What?! No Victor I don't wanna play twenty questions! I don't even have my memory so there's no good questions freak!"

"I love it when you're mean to me. Really turns me on." At this point I couldn't tell if saying stuff like this was a joke to Victor or if he was just a freak, and sarcasm was my thing!

"Are you some kind of masochist or something?" I asked. "Y'know the whole pain gives you pleasure shit."

"As long as it's with you sign me up." Victor said nudgjng my ankle with his foot.

"Y'know what I have a game."

"What is it?"

"It's really fun! It's where y/n slams Victor's head against the wall and sees how many times they can do it before they cause internal bleeding. Wanna play!" That shut him up for a little bit.

"Well not really...let's play twenty questions." I ran my fingers through my hair defeated.

"Fine whatever I don't care. I might die so what the hell, let's play your stupid game." My voice couldn't be anymore disinterested.

"Okay." Victor said snaking his foot upwards, propping it up next to my thigh. "What's your favorite color?" He asked.

"Right now? It's probably green. Same color as your potentially bubbling infected wound." I said pleasantly. "What's your's?"

"(Your shirt color), looks good on you."

"Thanks." I sneered. "What's the next one?"

"Hmmm." He thought to himself, an ugly grin coming onto his face. "What's your body count?" This motherfucker oh my God I can't.

"I don't know does your mom count?" I asked shoving his foot off the chair. "What's yours Virgin?"

"I'm not a virgin." His eyes were all wide and buggish. I snorted at his statement.

"Oh yeah? Paul pop your cherry?"

"No no no! I just meant I was probably not a virgin before the maze y'know cuz I've got like serious skills."

"Victor you can barely keep your shoes tied together." I managed between cackles. "Don't flatter yourself."

"I do! I bet I would." He had sat up now, placing his hand and chin on my knee, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes. "You just gotta give me a chance." I lifted his hand off, leaving his chin. Leaning my head down to his ear I whispered.

"Do you need a matching stab wound on your other leg?" He pulled away, curling up in the corner, letting me rest in quiet. "You know this is your fault right? If I die I'm gonna haunt you and whisper awful things in your ear while you sleep."

"Yeah." He mumbled. "I'm sorry."

"That's what you keep saying." We sat in silence until Newt came to the door, opening it.

"The votes are in." His face was uneasy, he almost looked sick. "Y/n I'm so sorry." The life had been slammed out of me in that exact moment. Tears stinging my eyes.

"No." I shook my head. "No."

"C'mon Victor get outta here." Newt motioned for Victor. I tried to follow but Newt slammed the door behind me before I could get out.

"I'm sorry y/n." It was then when I realized he was crying, nose snotty and all. "I'm so so sorry." Then he turned away unable to look at me towards the lunch tables.

"Newt!" I cried out. "Newt get back here!" I banged my fist on the door. "Get back here!" My voice faltered as he got farther and farther away. "Please." I whispered, crumpling down to the floor.