"Y/n." Victor hissed. I stared forward at a drab painting, locking my jaw as he continued.
"Y/n!" I didn't answer. "Y/nnnn." he sang softly. "Can't ignore me forever." My breathing started to become sharp. "Come on y/n, pleeease?"

"Jesus Christ do you ever shut up?!" I spat whipping my head over to him. My voice was much nastier than intended. Didn't really matter, he deserved it. His face was shocked for a second but he brushed it off, bouncing back like he always did. His hands had been tied up too. At least that was fair if nothing else.

"I'm sorry." Victor said, softly but perfectly clear. He was fucking unbelievable. I dug my teeth into my bottom lip before erupting.

"Oh you're sorry?! You're sorry?! Bullshit you're sorry!"

"I am." His voice raising with each word.

"Sorry for what then huh?! What are you sorry for? Tell me."

"I'm sorry for what I said to you, I'm sorry about making stuff up about you, and I'm sorry for kissing you." What the fuck? He was apologizing, actually showing remorse. No fucking way. "Those five seconds were the worst mistakes of my life. I'm sorry, really."

"Oh yeah well you can take your apology and shove it up your ass." He shouldn't be apologizing. This wasn't how this worked. Every time he'd say sorry my stomach would twist, leaving me uncomfortable.

"Please y/n just hear me out. Paul told me he was gonna dare me to kiss you. That if we kissed, you'd like me."

"Yeah? Well you have a shitty friend, he set you up Asshole."

"I know. Ever since you cut his hair he's been obsessed with getting rid of you." He hung his head, face littered with traces of shame. "I shouldn't have been stupid enough to fall for it. I just figured maybe you might like me."

"Well you were wrong and fucking delusional." I rasped, my throat dry from lack of water. "Why are you telling me this?"

"I don't want you gone y/n. I want you to stay but Paul's got like half the glade in his back pocket. He's been sayin' awful stuff about you. He only gets stronger with each person that caves."

"What?" He was obviously lying. He had to be. "You're not making any sense, I don't wanna talk to you anymore."

"Y/n-" He begged. I cut him off swiftly.

"Shut up." We stayed in the room quietly waiting. Each tick of the clock drawing time closer.

"I'm sorry." He repeated.

"I know." I looked at him quizzically. "Y'know just because you say sorry it doesn't make everything better." Victor ran his fingers through his hair.

"Yeah I know." Our conversation was cut short by the door of the homestead swinging open. Newt shimmied in with two trays and two glasses of water.

"Nice to see you two didn't bloody murder each other." He gently laid a tray in my lap.

"Yeah, thanks for leaving me with slug tongue over here." I retorted, still disgruntled from Victor and I's exchange.

"Someone had to get the food y/n." Newt said resting one hand on his hip, the other holding the other tray. Rolling my eyes, I picked around at my food. I had not been given any utensils for...obvious reasons. Newt turned to Victor and lazily threw the tray onto his lap causing it to clatter to the floor.

"My bad Mate." Newt said without remorse. Victor reached for the water and Newt "accidentally" spilled it on him. "Sorry about that too, feelin' extra clumsy today." Newt was about to return to his chair when someone called his name outside.

"Psst." A blueberry was thrown at my face, hitting my cheek. "Y/n?" Victor called out to me in a hushed tone. My face was starting to heat up. Another berry hit me. "You've gotta talk to me y/n." I spun around at his words.

"I don't have to do anything. The only thing I have to do is slam your head against the wall and rip your stupid fuckin' hair out."

"Ouch." He continued on completely unphased. "I have an idea so you don't get banished. It would also probably stop a lot of stuff the guys say to you." My ears pricked up at this.

"What is it?"

"You've gotta find a boyfriend." He explained. "That way it gives you protection from Paul and the other guys. You'd be off limits." He was shockingly right. It was brilliant.

"Wait. That's probably the only semi intelligent thing I've ever heard come out of your mouth."

"Thanks." He grinned toothily. "Okay so when they come back we can tell everyone we're dating."

"What!" I whisper shouted, my revulsion poorly hidden on my face. "No fuckin' way you freckled freak!"

"Woah what's goin' on here?" Newt had come back with his own food. I hoped he'd only heard us whispering and not our actual words. I flashed a fake smile at him straightening my spine.

"Oh nothing, just good, pure hearted forgiveness. Isn't that right Victor?"

"Yup we're just doin' the old kiss and makeup routine." I sent him a look that said watch-your-fucking-mouth.

"Yeah except without the whole kissing thing. Obviously." I said cheerily. Newt looked unconvinced but too tired to care.

"Whatever." He mumbled finding his chair. Waiting for the other gladers I had time to think about what Victor had said. A boyfriend. I had to find a fake boyfriend. There were plenty of willing volunteers, the tricky part was choosing the right one. He had to be intimidating, tough, strong. People started flooding into the home and then I saw him. Gally. Fuck.