Trapped - Gally x Reader - TMR

Hey guys!❣️Sorry for posting so irregularly...I've had a cast on my arm since February, and just found out I'll need surgery, so I'm stuck with it till like September💀.
Also had to quit volleyball because of the injury, so things have been tough.😕
But I still wanted to give you a little something, so here's a short chapter!
Let me know what you think, and thanks for being so patient. Love you all!🥹❤️

Later that day, I found Thomas sitting by the garden beds. I limped over and sat beside him with a sigh.

I nudged his arm. "You do recognize her, don't you?"

He didn't answer right away. His jaw tensed.

"Yeah," he finally muttered. "I saw her in my dreams. She said... everything was going to change."

I didn't respond.

Then, like he couldn't sit with anything emotional for longer than five seconds, he changed the subject.

"I just don't get it. Why Gally?"

I rolled my eyes. "Here we go..."

"No, really," he said. "He's rude, aggressive, bossy... he threw me across the Glade, like, three times. Minimum."

"He only did it twice," I muttered.

"That you know of," he shot back. "He's got the emotional range of a shovel. He's violent. He's got that face, like he's permanently annoyed by existence. Why him?"

I looked at the ground, then back at him. "Because he's not just those things. You only see the outside."

"Oh, sorry, didn't realize there was a warm, fuzzy teddy bear under the rage and threats."

I laughed. "You don't know him."

Thomas leaned back and stared at the sky like he was begging for strength. "No, I don't. But you do, apparently?"

I nodded. "Bits and pieces come back. Dreams. Feelings. But... yeah. We were something. Before the maze. And I was also here a month."

Thomas didn't say anything for a second. Then he smirked disgustingly. "Still weirds me out. Gally. You."

I grinned. "Good."

He gave me a sideways glance. "You're just evil."

I nudged his arm. "You love me."

"Unfortunately."

I smirked...then turned it on him. "Let's go back to her?"

He blinked. "Who?"

"You know who."

His ears went a bit pink. "Nope. No idea."

I raised an eyebrow. "That girl."

He groaned. "Can we go back to talking about your terrible life choices instead?"

I rolled my eyes. "Why do you hate him so much?"

"Why do you like him so much?" he shot back. "The guy's like...like a bulldozer."

"He's just trying to keep things in order."

"He wants to punish me! And now he's dragging you into it! You know he only locked you up to get back at me, right?"

I blinked. "Okay, rude, but not entirely wrong. I will talk to him later..."

"Exactly!" he threw his hands in the air. "Of all people in this hellhole, why him?"

I hesitated, then shrugged, my fingers playing with the hem of my shirt. "Because he's... sweet."