Memory Games - Newt TMR

8

"Well no shit. If you were the only girl surrounded by all these shanks I think you'd be a bit sensitive about it too." Minho snorted and Zart hummed in agreement.

"And girls are more sensitive than boys. That's one thing I can remember. They cry a lot." Ben added, a mocking tone to his voice. "She might be on her period."

"Shut up slinthead. Do you even know what a period is?" I hissed, my eyes still pinned onto Angel and Ben laughed.

"Something gross that comes once a month, makes them all moody. Why do you care?"

I thinned my lips, my mind too focused on Angel and Gally to really care for an argument with Ben right then. I couldn't take my eyes off them, they were seemingly in deep conversation, and then Gally stood up. I tensed up, not knowing what to expect from him, but he just held out his hand politely, and she took it, being pulled up with zero effort on his part. Now I was really annoyed. How could she let him touch her and not me? My fists clenched automatically.

"I don't." I muttered, and finally looked at Ben. "You just sound like a bloody idiot is all."

He said something in return, but I didn't hear it, the thoughts in my head reaching max volume as I watched her walk into the deadheads, I didn't even notice Gally pacing towards me until he was mere feet away.

"I think you might want to question your little girlfriend. Or have you broken up now?" He scoffed, closing the distance.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I scoffed back at him, crossing my arms.

"I mean she was going to take a shower alone until I bumped into her. Thought that was an unbreakable rule. For her own safety." He mocked my voice, then added with a smirk "Who's getting punished for that, her or you?"

I just rolled my eyes, although I was internally extremely disappointed that she'd made that decision. Where had her fear gone? Her sensible, self preserving fear?

"I know that's not why you came over here. Tell me, what's really bothering you? Or can you fuck off now?" I scoffed.

"What's bothering me? Oh maybe the fact that she remembers things! Things that I only remembered after I got stung! But I bet you knew that already, didn't you?"

My eyes widened at his words, even more disappointed by her decision to tell Gally anything.

"So she thinks she remembered my name, what's the big issue with that? You jealous it wasn't yours?"

His eyes too widened and a new wave of fury seemed to settle over him. Out the corner of my eye I could see Minho and Ben standing up from their seats, readying for a confrontation.

"Your name?" Gally crudely chuckled. "I'm not talking about your shank name. I'm talking about her dream. She remembers the same things I do and I bet she remembers the same as Nick. In fact, I bet she knows more about this shucking place than you or Alby do!"

I stood in stunned silence, unable to believe the words that he'd said. She remembered things? When had this happened?

"So she hadn't told you. Who's jealous now? Shuck face." He hissed with a menacing grin, and I too felt a sudden burst of rage come over me.

"Get out of my face shank! I can smell your bloody breath." I hissed and shoved him.

I wasn't surprised when he shoved me back, and when in a split second Minho and Ben were stood between us.

"Touch him again and I'll smash your face in, that understood?" Ben growled whilst Minho attempted to calm the situation, saying "Guys, guys. Chill."

I ignored them both, pacing towards the deadheads with a determined speed despite my limp. I didn't even think on it as I usually would, my blood boiling as I pictured Angel's face. Her round, pink lips parted and confiding in Gally instead of me. Maybe she wasn't such an angel.