I woke with a groan. My ribs were on fire again. I heard voices and shouts. I opened my eyes, blinking in the bright rising sun.

Why the shuck am I on my back? I blinked again and the faces of boys became clearer. They were all leaning over me, eyebrows furrowed. Some were whispering behind their hands. They were all talking over each other. Minho, Gally and Newt were all crouched beside me.

All of them asking if I was okay, and what happened. I couldn't concentrate on all the voices or questions.

"Slim it!" I yelled as loud as I could. Which made me cough, which turned into a hiss of pain.

The chaos died down. Newt and Gally held out a hand for me to take but I ignored them and slowly propped myself up onto one elbow, the other holding my ribs. I heard Gally breath heavily through his nose and slid a hand under my back anyways and helped me sit up.

"Charlie, Love, what happened?"

I shrugged. Avoiding looking at anyone. No way I was going to say I'm hearing voices and having memories resurface and I could possibly but NOT be in love with a guy I would much rather strangle.

"You need to see the MedJacks." Gally's voice cut through my thoughts.

I shook my head, "no."

"Excuse me? You just collapsed in the middle of breakfast." Gally growled.

"I'm fine."

"No! You're not!"

"I'm fine. Back off." I snapped again.

I didn't need to see Jeff. I was fine. Why I collapsed? Not entirely sure, but a lot happened at once and it was just my blood pressure that dropped too fast. It dropped because...no. No. I'm not. I am not in love with him. I'd rather swing a fist at the slint head. He makes me more angry than giddy.

Minho and Newt shook their heads. Gally looked ticked off. With a huge effort, I pushed myself up onto my knees. I bit my lip to keep from gasping. And then unsteadily got to my feet.

My legs still felt wobbly, and I stumbled a bit, Gally threw an arm out to catch me but I pushed it away and walked away, pushing through the crowed of gawking boys.

"You need to see Jeff!" He insisted, following me.

"And I insistedly said no."

Why was he being so pushy? Why now of all times and places. If I collapse in front of everyone who thinks I'm already weak then that adds fuil to the fire. And what's Jeff going to say? Don't have any more memories or talk to the voice in your head. I snorted. Great, I'm just the lone girl with the disembodied voice whispering in her head. Though that might scare some guys off...

"Where are you going?" He huffed, flowing after me

"Away."

"You need to eat!" He insisted.

I stopped and spun towards him. My face now pink. I hated how he constantly forced food on me, how he took it upon himself to make sure I was eating. What was he a mother hen? I don't see him forcing lunch in the other guys.

"I'm not a child. I'll eat when I'm hungry." I snapped.

"What's your shucken problem today?" I could see the anger rising in his face now.

"A lot of things are wrong today!"

"Clearly!" He threw his hands into the air, "now you either go see Jeff or eat."

"I'm not a shucken child! I don't need you babysitting me! I can make big girl choises!"

"You just passed out! I doubt you can make a proper decision right now! Maybe it's 'cause your -"

"Chose your next words wisely Gally." I whispered dangerously low. Taking a step forward I poked him threateningly in his broad chest. "They may just be your last."

My heart was racing again, and my other hand formed into a fist. That stupid voice in my head was lying! I couldn't be! No way I was. Not with him. We yelled, we fought, we butted heads. He made me flustered and angry, he made my pulse pick up and my breathing shallow.

He took a step closer and grabbed my wrist pulling it away and clamped his mouth shut. His jaw was clenched so hard I'm surprised I didn't hear the crack of teeth. His other hand was also in a fist. He still held onto my wrist, he hadn't let go and it was sending waves of heat through my body. All his arm muscles were flexed and tense. Damn those arm muscles!

"Next time you walk into something solid, your on your own!"

"Good! I can already walk away in my own after falling off a shawdy roof! I'll be just shucken fine!"

"Fine!" He yelled.

"Fine!" I yelled back.

Spinning on my heels I tried to walk away. Gally still hung into my wrist though. He hadn't let go. I turned back to face him.

"Let me go." I snarled.

"Why? Maybe now I'll drag you to Jeff." He challenged, raising a cocky eyebrow down at me.

"Try it."

He didn't move, but he didn't let go. He just stood there, glaring at me, and I glared back. We were so close I could feel the heat coming off his body. It was a mistake to wear the hoodie he lent me on my second day. It still kind of smelt like him. I could feel my face heating up.

"Let me go." I whispered through my clenched jaw.

"Fine!"

"Good!"

He still didn't move, I ripped my arm out of his hand.

"I'm leaving!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!" I yelled spinning away finally. I could feel the tightness in my throat and the burning sting in my eyes. I stormed away, towards the kitchen's back door.

"Move!"

I barked at some Gladers who were standing in my way. One Glader jumped out of my way and scurried away. The other one, folded his arms and cocked an eyebrow.

"You're hot when your angry."

"I'd be careful what comes out of that mouth next." I spat.

"Oh, the only thing coming close to this mouth is yo-"

My fist slammed into his mouth. The guy slammed into the wall of the kitchen, and slid to the floor holding his bloody mouth. The dining area had gone quiet again behind me. I stepped over him and kept walking. I got to the back door threw it open and slammed it shut. Fry just shook his head sadly.

"Anything I can do?"

"Keep me busy and away from them." I whispered. "Please."

If I talked anymore I'd break down and I wasn't going to do that. So with a big breath and a gulp, I shoved my feelings back inside and washed my hands, threw on an apron and got to work at the back counter, helping Fry and Vinny with breakfast.

It was passed the lunch rush when Fry finally shooed me outside with a plate of food.

"Go! It's time for a break! Come back just before supper. But right now, go. Get some sun and fresh air."

I sat under a tree in the Deadheads, in the shade away from the eyes of the others. It had been nearly a month and I still felt like an outsider. Still felt like I had to fight for my place here. Was it really because I was a girl? Or was it because of something else? Was I the only one hearing voices and having dreams? I didn't want to talk about any of that with anyone! I was already told that no one has memories from before. And any dreams are just made up imagination...there's no memory dreams.

If I did talk to someone I already know how it would go with each person. Fry would be overly concerned and user me to Jeff. Alby would demand all the information, which wouldn't be helpful, just open a can of worms- I'm not tell anyone the voice told me to do things and I listened and I'm remembering only the chemical brain make up for love. Newt would try to reason, and talk it through with his gentle face and kind smile which would turn into a knowing one when what the voice said. But would panic and worry way to much about the voice and dreams. Minho would make some joke or shrug it off. No. It's better to not tell anyone.

You give stupid advice!

I tried thinking, or talking inside my head to the voice.

And your wrong! I don't!

I didn't feel any vibrations or the presence of the voice. I had no idea what I was doing, and I felt stupid. So I stopped. Taking a bit out of the apple I leaned back against the tree, closing my eyes.

The sun was warm and the breeze was nice. The ancient noise of laughter and chatter and hard work made the Glade seem welcoming and happy. Too bad that wasn't the case.

I felt a shadow over my face and opened an eye to see Fred standing in front of me, his hands on his hips.

"Can I help you, ya ugly shank?"

He grinned and plunked down. He had a water and apple of his own.

"Water break."

I just hummed.

"That was quite the morning! Dropping like you were struck by lightning, a good screaming match with Gally again, punching a guy and Alby and Gally did nothing! Man!"

I didn't say anything. It didn't phase him. He kept talking.

I liked Fred, he didn't care that I was snappy it grouchy most of the time. He did most of the talking for both of us. I think most of the Gladers found him annoying, because he talked so much and his mind constantly jumped from one thought to the next. Like he was thinking of six different things at once and tried to talk about it all at the same time.

I snapped my head up. And held up a hand for him to stop.

"Whoaw whoaw. Slow your roll and back up! What did you just say?" I demanded, an idea forming.

"Uhh which part?" Fred asked, scratching his head.

"The part about hanging Gladers by their ankles, trying to make beetle blades pets or chopping a tree from the dead heads for a solid roof support?"

"Yeah that part!" I scrambled to my feet excited. "Fred! Your a genius!"

"Well I already knew that! But what did I say?"

"You gave me a wonderful idea! Thank you!" I kissed the top of his head and rushed off to find Newt.

"Your welcome Snips!" Fred yelled behind me.

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**I knew you were trouble when you walked in! So shame on me now!**

*But oooh the tension!*