#teresatmr

“I have all day!” Gally yells angrily, looking around. All of the Gladers were gone now, dealing with other things which had left you and Gally alone sadly.

Minho was better than this, god damn.

Any memory you had, you needed it now.

With a deep breath, you contort your face into one of sadness, you’re going to fake it and make him feel bad, it’s crucial you make sure you get your way right now. “But Gally, we used to be such good friends? You don’t remember? You used to stop Thomas from making me go first into the Maze until you left.” And all of that is pure bullshit, but his grip loosens enough for you to pry your arms free and shoot out the door.

You end up being cornered by Teresa not much later, but this is better than anything.

“Sorry they’re treating you like this.” She explains, pointing to where you just ran from.

“Hey, I mean, it’s okay. It’s what I get for coming back with "WE LIED” am I right?“ You try to joke, shrugging your shoulders. "It’s not too mad, Gally just…hates me? Well I think he hates me, you, and Thomas, so I’m feeling it.” You agree, without yourself. You’re going to go out on a limb and just say that you’re most likely the weirdest girl ever.

Or just the second.

Either way….

You and Teresa spend the next few hours hiding from Gally and the other gladers and talking about your pasts and all that. Turns out, you both know nothing, how exciting. It’s even worse when Thomas asks you guys what you know and you have to just tell him nothing.

It turns out the three of you are in every way fucked or shucked or shanked something like that, whatever sounds the best to these freaks with their weird speech patterns.

Everything ends up being fine, at least for the next hour or two.

Until the doors of the maze won’t close.

And all you can hear is Gally screaming that it’s “Y/N, Teresa, and Thomas.”

But still, you feel like you have claustrophobia.

You feel the elevator stop with a jerk, and you go tumbling across the confinements, landing on your back across the other side of the box. You groan out softly, covering your face with your hands as you attempt to raise yourself a bit, but another jerky movement causes you to crash on the floor even harder, this time hitting your head.

“Wow, this really isn’t my day.” You mumble to yourself, laughing at your own joke.

A few seconds later, blinding light illuminates the box, and you remove your hands from your face. A few boys and standing around you, as one jumps into the box and stares at you.

“This is unreal.” He frowns, looking at the other males above, all of them transfixed on you.

“You’re telling me, I woke up in a box and been thrown into a world with a bunch of guys.” You snicker, amusing yourself with jokes.

Your joke only gets a few chuckles, then the murmurs hit you loud and clear.

"I thought she was the last one, yesterday?”

“This is weird.”

“It’s probably Thomas’ fault.”

You have no idea what any of that means, so you suddenly remember something. You reach into your pocket and pull out a small note written on green paper and hold it up to the guy in the box with you.

“Newt, take the paper.” Somebody yells.

His gaze meets yours and you grin, waving the paper a him. He takes it quickly and unfolds it, reading it a few times.

“It says ‘WE LIED’ and that’s it.” And to be fair, he seems kind of upset, as another male jumps into the box with you and studies you.

"I say we might as well just keep her.” He admits, crossing his arms over his chest. You shoot a glance at Newt, you’re going to bet it’s Newt at least based on the conversation you heard above before this other jackass jumped in with you.

“You don’t have a choice, really.” You shrug a little, getting to your feet and dusting yourself off. “I’m Y/n.” You explain, pointing to the floor of the box. “I woke up in here and I’m confused, but that’s okay.” You finish off, putting your hands on your hips.

“That’s Newt.” The unnamed male states, tilting his head to the side a bit.

“I’m Minho, I guess welcome to the Glade and all that.” He doesn’t seem to happy about you being here, so you simply shrug, crawling out of the box without any help and staring at the mass of boys around you.

“Jeez, don’t stare, that’s creepy.” You frown, heading off in some direction, a few boys yelling at you to get back, until that Minho guy runs up to you and grabs you.

“Oh no, you aren’t going anywhere” He growls, dragging you back to the group, which now consist on this dark haired kid, Newt, and Minho. You’re going to call him Not-Newt in order to make this easier on yourself. “Start talking.” He orders. 

“Alright, pushy, Jeez… My name is Y/n, I said that already. I’m A/g years old, I think, it sounds right. I woke up in that dark box and came out when y’all opened the door to it. Big surprise, all of you guys are questioning me.” You shrug again, pointing off in the direction you don’t need to see to care about. “Can I leave.”

“No.” Newt replies, shooting a look at Not-Newt now. “Anything about her?”

“Nope, nothing. Why?” He asks.

“Just assuming, Thomas.” Minho explains, telling you that Not-Newt is now just Thomas.

Roughly an hour later, you find yourself sitting next to the three boys and they try to get you to remember anything that could explain all of this, but you keep coming up short and frankly, you’re bored.  “Look I said I don’t know anything, gosh. Let me eat my food and stop talking.” You whine, and Minho throws his hands up in the air before the land on the table and slam them.

“Look, you need to start remembering something.” He orders again, causing you to roll your eyes and counting to eating.

Another girl, presumably the ‘other girl’ you’ve heard so much about, walks past you and for some reason your brain remembers her.

“Teresa…?” You ask, tilting your head to the side.

“Y/n….?” She asks right back, coming closer to you.

“What the shuck is even going on.” Minho screams behind you.