Glader Imagines ~ Thomas, Newt, Minho & Gally

Get To Work ~ Newt ~

Warnings: Light light smut, Glader Language? 

Words: 1,808

A/N: Dedicated to mrsmattchuespinosa because honestly if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be so in love with The Maze Runner like I am now. 

You sat at the Gathering table, your legs carelessly propped on the flat surface. Just another one of Newt's boring meetings that you, unfortunately, had to sit through. It didn't even make sense that you were forced to be a part of each Gathering considering A) you weren't a Keeper and B) you were the only girl. It wasn't that sitting at a table full of guys made you uncomfortable, it was sitting at a table full of slintheads who didn't know what the shuck they were talking about that made you uncomfortable. There was never a time you sat through a gathering WITHOUT getting into an argument with one of the boys. 

Today wasn't going to be an exception. 

"I don't think it would be a good idea to stay out in the Maze all shuckin' night. Just because one Greenie may have been able to do it, doesn't mean we'd all be able too!" Newt paced around the room, throwing his hands in the air. He was stressed and irritated, which baffled you because he wasn't making any sense and honestly every word that came out of his mouth sounded ridiculous. 

"Okay, but I'm pretty sure no one asked you to stay out there all night." Shrugging, you yawn and make eye contact with the second-in-command leader. All eyes were on you, but it wasn't a bother. "Not like you could anyways, with your limp and all." Gesturing to his legs, a small hint of a smirk tugs at the corner of your lips. 

A few snickers and comments were heard around the room, but you ignored them and kept your eyes on the boy who seemed to wanna pull the roots of his hair out. 

"I didn't realize I asked for your comment y/n." His tone was barely audible, but you could tell it was filled with annoyance. He took a seat at the head of the table and crossed his arms, staring you down with a look of warning in his eyes. This kid could do anything in the world to try and intimidate you, but it wasn't going to work. He was like a puppy who had a bone and growled at you so you wouldn't take it, sadly that puppy's still teething. 

"Oh give me a bloody break Newt, you and I know damn well the only reason you're having this gathering is because you can't stand the fact that a Greenie can do something that none of you could do in two years." 

The comment came out of your mouth faster than you could have the time to think about what you just said, yes you sided with Thomas on this one but you didn't mean for your comment to be so insulting. 

"You know girl, you're lucky we don't banish you for that klunk comment." Gally spat rudely, glaring at you. 

Quickly removing your feet from the top of the table, you stand and push your chair out of the way. "Why don't you come try me you shuck-faced piece of klunk!" 

Earning a couple chuckles from some of the gladers, and when Gally ignored you and didn't stand, you took that as a Victory and sat back down. No matter how hard these shanks tried, they weren't ever going to one-up you. Especially not if you were the only bloody girl in this Glade. 

You hadn't noticed Newt bring his hand up to his mouth, stifling a laugh. He quite admired how strong you were, how you didn't take any klunk from anybody - which is why he couldn't bloody stand you. You showed better leadership skills than he did, and he detested the thought of losing to a girl, especially one that's a year younger than him. It wasn't that he didn't like you, he liked you a lot it's just you always contradicted what he would say or you always seemed to challenge him - most of the time resulting in him feeling stupid and you gaining another rank in the Glade.