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I think this cover is better, yeah?
They've made a decision; Thomas was to be a runner. Of course Gally was totally against it, demanding Thomas to be thrown out of the Glade. But instead, he got little of that and much of being a runner.
So now here we are, running side by side as Minho ran a little further than us. "I'm so pumped up." Thomas said. "Calm down, Thom." I chuckled. I started calling him that a few hours ago, when I complained that his name was too long. "I'm calm Nic, just a little shakey." He also started calling me that, arguing that our name has the same amount of syllables in it and so therefore my name is long too.
"Can you two shut up? We're doing work here, not chit-chatting." Minho angrily growled at us, sealing our lips shut. I glanced at Thom and shrugged my shoulders, holding back a small laugh. "Nicole, I swear. I'm gonna feed you to the Grievers." He scowled. "Shut up, we're doing work here, not chit-chatting." I said, mocking his earlier words at us. Thomas let out a small laugh, recieving a death defying glare from Minho.
I don't know what's wrong with him, but he's been cranky (A/N: Get it? *pfft*) since this morning. I quickened my pace and catched up to his steps, running by his side. But he didn't even give me a single glance. "Minho, what's wrong?" I tried to ask, but he quickened his pace even more and left me behind.
Seriously? After the horrifying love marks he left on my neck last week? Those marks were so goddamn hard to hide! I had to wear my hair down all the time!
Great, now I'm in a bad mood. I rolled my eyes and slowed until I ran alongside Thom. "What, he got his period or something?" He laughed. "Shut up and keep running." He stifled his laughs and nodded, looking straight ahead and running quietly.
When we reached a certain point, Minho stopped and started to eat his lunch. We figured he wanted us to do the same, so we sat down on the concrete floor. It was only when I opened my backpack that I realized--my sandwich, I left it on the table while fixing my equipment.
I sighed and zipped the bag back up, placing my hand on the floor behind me and just leaning on it. I stretched out my neck, twisting it slowly. Then I saw Thomas looking at me intently, not yet even unwrapping his food. I also noticed Minho sending deadly glares his way.
Thom snapped back to reality, quickly unfolding the foil covering his food. "Where's yours?" He asked. "I left it." I sighed. He smiled softly and broke his bread into half, handing the other one to me. "Here." "No, Thom it's okay, rea--" He cut me off by stuffing the stupid sandwich in my mouth.
Mmm, tuna.
I chewed and quickly swallowed. "What the hell?" I said, half-mad, half-entertained. "I know you weren't gonna take it. Gotta give it to you the hard way then." He laughed. I laughed along.
I noticed Minho hasn't been talking. I glanced up at him, and he was glaring straight down at me. He picked up his things and started to run off. "Hey, wait up!" I shrieked, shuffling to grab my things. Thom did the same and we started to run after Minho, who is incredibly fast.
At the end of the day, we came back to the Glade trying to catch our breaths, while Minho looked as if he's perfectly fine. God, he runs fast!
"What's up with Minho?" Chuck asked as Minho walked past him with a scowl decorating his features. "I don't know." "Probably just tired." He chuckled softly and walked off.
Thom turned up beside me, grabbing my hand and running towards the food area. "It's dinnertime, hurry up!" I moved my feet to catch up with him, and also to avoid falling on my face. "I'm so hungry, and its your fault. So hurry up!" He laughed as we ran.
Once we entered the food area, my eyes automatically searched for Minho. I seem to do that a lot lately, eversince he disappeared into the maze. "Do you see Minho?" I asked Thom, who seemed to be looking for someone too. "Ah, there!" I shout-whispered, then pulled him to a certain table.
"Woah, what's happening here?" Newt chuckled as we reached the table. Everybody's eyes darted down to our hands, which I realized were still holding on to each other. I quickly pulled away. "No, it's not what you think Newt." I smiled it off and slid down on the seat beside him, Thomas sliding in next to me.
"Oh really?" Newt smirked, which was pretty unusual for him. "You know, its okay with me," He said in a brotherly tone. "As long as you don't hurt her. If you ever do, I will banish you out of the Glade!" He said in an obnoxiously scary voice. Thom squirmed in his seat, obviously uncomfortable. "N-no, really, its not what you think. We're just friends, and I was the one who just pulled her here and then, you know, things happened and we forgot that our hands were still--" "Calm down Tommy, I'm just kidding." Newt chuckled. Ugh, I hate Newt.
Everybody shut up when Minho suddenly stood up and walked away. And that was the time that I realized, is he jealous? I almost laughed at the absurd thought, thinking that was impossible. But then I remembered the time he slid his lips down my neck, slowly--
Stop! Stop the thoughts Nicole. Stop it.
I sighed and started to eat. He's giving me such a hard time.
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