Listen ~ The Maze Runner ~ Newt

7 ~ Talk

Danielle's P.O.V

Elijah wrapped up my ankle and the two of us left the Med Hut, going straight over to the dining tables for breakfast. Thankfully, there was quite a lot of food left and we managed to pick up something substantial before departing from one another to the opposite ends of the dining hall, me with FryPan and Minho and Eli to Chuck (the two seeming to have clicked easily).

I smile when Minho looks up to me, returning the gesture as I sit across from the two boys. "Morning, Dani." FryPan says cheerily, barely looking up from his plate of food. What is it with guys and eating? Is it impossible to pause for a moment to greet someone properly? To be fair I don't even get annoyed at it anymore. I would be worried if they did anything different.

"Morning Fry." I return, taking a mouthful of my apple as Minho groans and lays his head on the table. "Howcome you aren't running this morning then Min-Hoe?" I ask the dark haired boy, who groans yet again. "Shhhhh..." He whimpers, raising his hand as if to silence me. I raise an eyebrow at him and let out a small chuckle, seeing FryPan mouth 'hungover' from beside him. "Ahh..." I sigh, nodding my head.

Both FryPan and I laugh. "Thought you could handle Gally's mix, Minho." I taunt, taking another loud bite from my apple. Minho raises his head from the table to glare at me, but gives up halfway and goes back to 'sleeping'.

I shake my head with a smile and look around the table, noticing Newt wasn't here like he usually was. "Hey, where's Newt?" I question, speaking to nobody in particular. "I'm not sure. He went to work early I guess. Or maybe Alby needed him for something." FryPan shrugs. "Was he ok when you guys were talking to him? Or did he seem, annoyed?" FryPan shrugs again.

"He didn't seem much different. Just, quiet. So actually yeah, maybe." Why can't guys give a straight answer either?!

"Do you know why?" I grill, feeling a little annoyed that Minho, the person besides me that knows Newt the best, is practically passed out in front of me right now. FryPan shakes his head. "Helpful..." I sigh, slouching in my seat as I finish my apple. "I'm sure it's nothing Dani. We all have irritable days. Today just might be his."

I sigh and nod my head, falling into silence for a few minutes before someone taps on my shoulder.

"Uh... Dani?" A deep voice coughs, and I bite my tongue. Gally.

I slowly turn around to be met with the large man who was eyeing his feet like he was nervous. Good. He should be nervous. What happened last night is not ok, and I'm certainly not about to forget it happened. And I think he knows that.

"I... uh... I-" He starts, but I get tired of waiting and cut him off. "You what? Gally." I ask him in a nonchalent tone. Yes, I may be a bitch for doing this but I am going to make him work for this apology. "I wanted to apologise... I lost myself last night and I was drunk, and I never meant to hurt you." He says quickly, finally meeting my eyes.

"It's not the fact that you hurt me Gally. I brought that upon myself by stepping in to stop you from hurting Eli. He's the one you went after, so he deserves a bigger apology than I do." I say authoritively. "I know... I know... And I've apologised to him too. I knew it'd be harder to make you stop being mad at me, so I went and apologised to him first." Gally murmurs, looking back to his feet again.

I sigh. "I'm not mad Gally." Yes I shucking am. I just can't be dealing with more than one person being in a bad mood today. And Gally in a bad mood is not something we want, as you already know from last night.

"You're not?" He asks rather surprised. I shake my head. "No. I'm not. I'm more so- upset- that I had to be the one to step in and stop you from hurting him more than you doing it yourself. I'm upset that you got drunk and continued to play fight with people when you knew deep down at some point you weren't going to be able to control yourself." I frown.