Glader Imagines ~ Thomas, Newt, Minho & Gally

New Memories ~Thomas~

Warnings: None

Words: 1210

Why is he always looking at me? You thought to yourself as you happened to peek up from the book you were reading only to make eye contact with the newbie, Thomas, who quickly looked away. He had only been in the Glade for about a week and he was already creeping you out, he wouldn't stop looking at you. You tended to keep to yourself, so you never actually formally introduced yourself and neither did he, not that you really cared because you'd rather know less people anyways - it just meant you'd have to interact with fewer Gladers.

Seriously though, the staring was starting to get on your nerves. 

You return your attention to your book and bring it up a little to hide your face and the annoyed look that's starting to contort it. 

He was a cute boy, very cute but he couldn't do anything else but stalk you? Even if he attempted to talk, it would be better than being weird and just undressing you with his eyes. You've heard around that he's been talking nonsense and how all these strange incidents keep happening and they've never happened until he showed up - Chuck told you the other day that Thomas told him the Maze seemed familiar but he couldn't quite figure out why or how. If the reason he keeps staring at you is because you seem familiar to him then he best explain any sort of memory or even something super small, you didn't care if it happened to be that he knew your favorite color - at least it was a start. 

Shutting your book and setting it next to the tree you were currently sitting under, you use your hand to balance yourself and get up. Talking to this newbie wasn't something to be on your agenda, but curiosity was probing your mind and honestly now you just wanted some answers. 

He was sitting next to Chuck, really the only Glader he considered a close friend. He didn't see you making your way towards him until Chuck nudged his shoulder and gestured in your direction. Thomas's eyes followed where Chuck was nodding to and when he saw you making your way over to them, his cheeks started to turn a slight shade of red. 

"Shoo it Chuck, I wanna have a word with newbie for a little." Hitching a thumb behind you, you waited until Chuck got up and walked off; not before grumbling some comments about how you're so mean. 

You took Chuck's seat on the grass right next to Thomas, making him shift uncomfortably. It wasn't that he didn't want you next to him, it was that you being this close to him made him beyond nervous. You stared ahead, looking out at the Glade in utter despair. 

"I really hate this bloody place." You spoke, shaking your head. "When I first got here, there were about twenty or so others already and they were all boys. At first, I thought maybe I was just the start of girls now becoming a part of this mess - that's what everyone thought. Then when each month passed a new boy popped up in the box, I guess everyone just accepted that I was the only girl ya know? No one really thought too much about it, not until you bloody showed up." You didn't mean to sound so insulting, as if it was his choice to come here but annoyance was eating your brain and the words were slipping out faster than you could think. "So this is the issue I'm having here Thomas," you finally turned your head to stare at him, "every time I look at you, you're staring at me and I'm not sure if you're just hoping to get in my pants or if there's a deeper reason why you're so interested in me. 

His hands rested on his knees as he looked down at the grass, thinking. You weren't going to force an explanation out of him, you were going to give him some time to collect his thoughts and form the words his lips wish to speak. You were right, there was a reason he couldn't stop looking at you but he wasn't sure if it was something you wanted to hear - let alone anyone else to know. It would definetly cause some issues in the Glade and make people look at you suspiciously and he didn't want that to happen. He sucked in a breath, trying to debate on whether or not it'd be wise to explain himself. He wasn't mad that you pointed this out, he was annoyed with himself for creeping you out - but if it was an answer you wanted, an answer was what you were going to get because there was no way he could allow himself to scare you away or make you resent him.

"You just... I don't know, you seem familiar for some reason." He murmured quietly as if embarrassed, but your ears heard every word. Your eyes shifted their gaze to him and narrowed, was this just some lame excuse to protect his staring or was he being truthful? He didn't look familiar to you at all. When he caught the skeptical look in your eye, he continued, "it's not because you're the only girl here, a lot of things seem familiar but there's just something about you that when I look at you, I get this weird déjà vu moment. I swear I'm not trying to creep you out or scare you away from me - 

"In what way do I seem familiar?" You cut him off, a million questions now popping into your mind at once. 

He shrugs, picking blades of grass from the ground. "I don't know, like I said. It's weird, I think we might have been close though." 

"In what way?" You cock a brow, pressing your lips together. If he was trying to imply that the two of you were lovers, there was no way. The only person you know you've had any sort of sexual encounter with was Gally and that was only because of hormonal issues, which technically was a lie because that little affair continued on a couple more times. 

There was just no way you and Thomas could have ever been together. 

"Not like that, at least I don't think? I don't know, they wiped our memories remember?" 

He had a point, even if the two of you had been lovers - neither of you would have known because your memories had been wiped. Although you were still skeptical of him, there really wasn't any way of knowing the difference between a truth and a lie - hell you were stuck in a blackhole basically. Maybe though, maybe if he was telling the truth, if something was there and he just couldn't remember it...

Perhaps it was time to make some new memories. 

"Come on," you stand up from the grass and extend your arm towards him, "we have a lot to discuss Thomas." 

He takes you hand and stands up, but a look of confusion crosses his face. "I told you I don't remember - 

"I know, but maybe there's a way to get you to remember - besides getting stung by a griever."