Stay With Me

12

"Glad you're feeling better, Y/N," Minho said when you sat down with your friends for dinner a few days later. It had been a long week full of cramps and cravings, the bruises Gally had left on your arms were finally fading, Frypan had let you choose what to make for dinner tonight, and everything seemed to be going right.

"Same here, Min."

He reached over and jabbed the side of your head with his finger, "Good to know you're done throwing shuck pillows at my head, Bug." You rolled your eyes at the new nickname. He had come up with it earlier that week when you "kept bugging him" for snacks. You were beginning to lose count of all the nicknames you had been given by the Gladers.

"Yeah I wouldn't be to sure about that Minho," you flicked a grape at him. It bounced off his forehead and landed on the floor, "HA! Bullseye." You giggled.

"Oh so that's how it is, huh?" He flung a baby carrot in your direction and it smacked against your ear. The two of you continued to throw bits of food at each other and soon Chuck and Newt joined in, laughing loudly.

When dinner was finished and the evidence of your food fight had been cleaned up, everyone headed in the direction of the fire pit for some fun before bed.

You felt something hit the side of your head and you raised and eyebrow at Minho who was whistling and looking innocent, but the grapes in his hand told you otherwise. You elbowed him lightly and the two of you laughed before joining the rest of the Gladers at the bonfire.

"Y/N," Newt called you over to where he was sitting with a couple other guys including Frypan and Chuck. He handed you a jar full of some sort of liquid.

"What the shuck is this," you asked, crinkling your nose in disgust. The boys around you laughed.

"That," Minho said, taking a swig from his own jar, "Is Gally's special drink."

"Is it poisoned?" You sniffed the substance and grimaced. Everyone laughed again.

"Probably," said Newt, "and it tastes damn awful. But, it makes things just slightly more interesting on occasion." You shrugged and took a sip, crinkling your nose in disgust as you swallowed the drink, coughing and choking on the foul taste. Your friends all chuckled around you and you and you coughed out a laugh along with them.

Everyone was having a fun time, laughing and talking and joking around. Then Gally, wearing his usual scowl, walked into the middle of the circle and called for the fights to start. Your smile faded slightly and you scooted closer to Newt. Minho noticed from where he sat across from you and furrowed his brow. He looked at Newt and gave him a questioning look that Newt returned with a frantic head shake, silently telling his friend to not do what he was thinking of doing. Minho ignored him and stood up.

You looked up at him from where you sat on the ground,  his expression was serious until he saw your confused expression. He smirked in your direction and winked. You smiled back at him. He probably just wanted to have some fun, but you couldn't help but wonder what he was up to. Something felt off.

You watched as the two boys circled around each other, the Gladers cheering around you. Minho wasn't wearing his usual smirk, and he looked angry. All in one fast movement, Minho lunged at Gally and began beating him to the ground.
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You hadn't realized you had stood up from the ground. You watched as Minho punched Gally, all the while screaming words you couldn't hear over the ringing in your ears.

Newt stood and grabbed your hand, sensing what you were about to do and held on tight. He grabbed you by your waist and fell back to the ground, holding your kicking and screaming body back. Alby and another Glader whose name you couldn't remember ran into the circle and yanked Minho off of Gally.

He slipped from their grasps and threw himself back at the builder, who had stood up from the ground. The the other Gladers couldn't stop them without getting hit so they stood back. Everyone was shouting. You elbowed Newt in the gut and scrambled away from him.

This was stupid. You shouldn't be running into fights. You were screaming and crying so much that your face was now covered in tears and snot and dust. You ran full force into Minho and somehow managed to knock him to the ground. You climbed on top of him so you were sitting on his stomach and held his wrists to his chest.

"Stop it!" You screamed, "stop it! Please! What are you doing!?"He looked at you stunned, still caught off guard by being knocked off his feet. 

"What the hell Y/N?" He was yelling. He looked angry.

"'What the hell Y/N?' Me? What the hell is wrong with you Minho? You could've killed him!" With every sentence you slammed his wrists into his chest.

"He hurt you!"

"I don't care... I don't care!" You were sobbing. You let go of his hands and wiped your eyes. Gally was being hauled off to the slammer again, and Minho would have to go too, but they couldn't grab him with you still sitting on his stomach. Newt came and picked you up off of him and walked you back to the homestead where you crawled into bed and cried until you fell asleep.
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Okay I'm done writing for tonight I promise.

Enjoy! This got kind of out of hand near the end but oh well, it works.

Love y'all. Byeeeee.❤️❤️❤️