Gally

The Gladers are whispering something behind your back again. One of them chuckled and came closer, pretending to "accidentally" start a conversation

• So you're with Gally after all, right? Someone saw you walking, holding hands. You frown, getting tired of these conversations.

• What does "walked and held hands" mean here? Don't talk nonsense. Gally stands nearby, leaning against the wall, as if he is not interested in anything. But you feel: he is listening. His eyes are right on you. And he, like a shot, says

• And I also have taste. He pauses for a few seconds, as if that's enough. The others start whispering. You slowly turn to him, narrowing your eyes.

• Right, he's not... you blink, realizing what he just said What did you say Gally pushes himself away from the wall, slowly walking closer, not taking his eyes off you. There's a mockery in his face, but a dangerous sincerity in his eyes.

• You heard. And don't pretend to be surprised.