Newt: Are you sure you don’t need help with those Y/N? Y/N: No, no, I got it Newt thanks. Newt; Did you hear what happened to Zart? Y/N: No. What happened? Newt: Jeff is bandaging him up, apparently he got too distracted while working and the dumb shank hurt himself. Y/N: How could he get distracted? There is nothing here worth staring at. No offence but it’s all just grass and the same walls. Newt: I mean I get pretty distracted sometimes… Y/N: By what? Newt; Well in case you haven’t noticed Y/N, you’re the only girl in the glade. So for some people it can…distract them. Y/N: *mumbles* Feelings mutual. Newt: Wait what? Is there someone you like here? Y/N: Maybe… Newt: Do I know him? Y/N: You know him very well. You could be the same person. Newt: *leans in* Does he happen to have an accent? Gally: Newt! *pulls him away* What the shuck are you doing?! Y/N: Gally let him go! Gally: He was flirting with you! Newt you know I’ve told everyone to not even talk to Y/N, never mind flirt with her! Y/N: You what? Gally: I told all the boys to stop looking at you like you’re a piece of meat! You’re my sister and I’m not letting anyone, EVEN the second in command go near you! Y/N: That isn’t your choice! Yes it annoys me how they look at me sometimes but telling them to not even talk to me is worse! Let Newt go! Gally: You’re my sister, I have to protect you. Y/N: *pulls Newt away* I flirted with him! I was the one who leaned in! Not him! Newt: Y/N… Gally: Stop protecting him. Y/N: No. I can look after myself why can’t you trust me? Gally: I’m only trying to look out for you. Y/N: I know and I love you for that but you need to let me be me. Gally: *sighs* Fine. But if any of the boys hurt you I get to make their lives hell. Y/N: *laughs* Deal.
- Y/N’s a runner and gets attacked by a griever while in the Maze. -
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You swiped the seat off of your forehead with the back of your hand as you stood up. Stretching your arms up towards the sky, you hummed in satisfaction as your back popped and cracked from having been crouched over for so long. You set your basket of crops downs and used the fabric of your pants to brush off the dirt on your hands before gathering your hair up into a ponytail. You winced every time your fingers got snagged in a knot. After a few minutes of combing your fingers through, you managed to secure an elastic band around it and with one last tug you picked up the heavy basket again.
It was a hot day in the Glade and the urge to just sit in the shade and lay about was strong but Alby’s words echoed in your head as if they were engraved into your brain.
Everyone had to do their job and that included you as well. You had to do your part and pull your own weight in the Glade. There wasn’t any time or patience for lazy people.