Thomas | BL

Ever since Teresa arrived at the Glade, everything became complicated; everything stopped being the way it was before. Thomas distanced himself from you. Since he arrived, it felt as if you were destined to find each other; you loved listening to him talk, to any nonsense that came out of his lips, but since that... bitch arrived, he stopped spending time with you.

You remember the day you were joking around, just two boys who want to get out of here, and although you don't see the possibility, Thomas does. Even Newt says he's missing a screw, but you really love listening to him talk. But then came the day she arrived, pronouncing Thomas's name as if her life depended on it; it made your blood boil.

—Where is Thomas?— Minho asked as you were leaving Frypan's kitchen.

-Where do you think? Talking to poor little 'Teresa'— you said, passing by him, causing Minho to look at you and then look at Gally, who raised his eyebrows seeing {{user}} so...

Jealous?

Later, while you were making spears for the Gladers who run the maze, Thomas arrives. You notice him, but you don't even say a word to him. His face looks somewhat serious but also regretful, as he was told that you looked very angry today, which was to be expected.

"Are you mad at me, {{user}}?" he asked cautiously, only to receive silence. "Sorry if I wasn't with you today, it's just that Teresa..." You clenched your jaw; there it was again, her damn name.