𝑳𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒉 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 - ᴀ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ ʀᴜɴɴᴇʀ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

𝟸𝟷 - 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙

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"Look who finally decided to show up," Gally called out sarcastically, spreading his arms wide open.

"Yeah, yeah, calm your tits, it's just me–"

"Woo!" I was cut off by the sudden yell coming from the back of the Council Hall. It was Mav, who was standing up with his arms stretched out above his head.

My face automatically scrunched up because of what he did.

Someone's stoked. That's good, I guess.

"Slim it, Maverick," Minho warned almost immediately, followed by Mav rolling his eyes before sitting back down.

My gaze went to Minho shortly after and he waved at me subtly when our eyes met, his pissed-off expression was replaced by a gentle one. I gave him a half-hearted smile as a reply, the tension in my body fading away momentarily.

Then I glanced at Newt, but he quickly avoided my eyes. I could just hear my heart shattering by that simple action but I can't blame him for acting that way.

Minutes later, I heard a chair getting dragged into the very middle of the room and Gally gestured to me to sit.

I rolled my eyes before sitting down, facing the Gladers. I wasn't in the mood to argue with him. At the moment.

Some Gladers looked pissed, while most seemed to have worms on their butts since they couldn't sit still, excitement obvious on their faces.

I glanced at Minho and waited until he glanced back, and when he did, I eyed Gally and made a disgusted face. He nodded as if to reassure me that this meeting wasn't something to be scared of.

Damn, I never expected to be the center of attention right now. I was never fond of it. It's one of the things I despised.

But I guess it's one of the responsibilities of being a legend who outran a Griever, plus returning to the Glade just seconds before the doors completely closed.

Which wasn't supposed to close yet by the way, so that's a plus point on 'doing the coolest and unexpected thing'.

But, even though it feels so fulfilling, I admit, it was fucking stupid.

Worth it though, we got– I mean, I got a lead. The beeping device thingy.

"Okay, listen up shanks!" Gally started and glanced at me, "Looks like we got ourselves another idiot who went into the maze."

"I wouldn't call myself an idiot, Gal Pal–"

"Slim it, Greenie. You really can't speak up when a Keeper is talking. Got it?" He pointed at me, his teeth gritting.

I held my hands in the air, "Alright, once again, calm your tits." I muttered under my breath. I bit my inner cheek to avoid snickering.

What is up with me today? Why am I being so talkative and annoying?

I must've woken up on the right side of the bed.

I mean I didn't even sleep last night.

Whatever.

"As you all know, Wrench– or whatever her name was– has snuck out yesterday–"

"Remy– oh wait, I can't compare you to him because even though he's a literal rat, somehow, you're even filthier than him." I interrupted, giving him a cocky smirk. "Anyway, Gally already said that. Sorry to burst your little 'fame' bubble, but you ain't a Keeper, Pete."