N E W T E U S

You didn't know why, but the second-in-command really got under your skin, from the way he intentionally scared you on your first day by taking you to the window to see a Griever, to how he always poked his nose into the kitchens to see if you were doing your job right. Like he knew how to julienne a carrot properly.

And today Newt had decided to make himself an extra pain in your ass by switching around your jobs.

"What do you mean I'm going to be a Slopper now?" You growled, putting down the knife so you didn't throw it at him.

"Frypan hasn't been satisfied with your work lately." He nonchalantly leaned in the doorway, seeming disinterested.

"You're full of klunk, he told me yesterday I should be Keeper if he was to die."

Newt shrugged. "Well then maybe he's just two-faced."

"No, you're a two-faced shuckhead. Everyone is always saying 'oh Newt's so funny', 'oh Newt's so awesome'. You seem to try to be everyone's bestest buddy except me. And I'm shucking fed-up. So please, tell me what I'm doing wrong. Or better yet, get your head out of your own ass for two seconds and be a decent person."

You stormed out of the kitchens, throwing your apron in Newt's face and pushing him out of the way. Angry tears pricked at your eyes, but you roughly blinked them away. No way were you going to let that asshole make you cry.

T H O M E S E U S

Being the only girl amongst fifty guys was hard enough, now Teresa was here, and somehow being one out of two of the only girls in the Glade was harder. You two supported each other and were good friends.

Enter Thomas.

He liked to throw out rude comments in your direction, trying to intentionally pit you and Teresa against each other. You both ignored them, until he loudly tried to figure which one of you was the ugly one.

"Look," You snarled, whipping around to look him dead in the eye. "What is your shucking problem?"

Thomas apparently wasn't expecting you to confront him, and neither was any of the other Gladers as they gathered around to watch. Your bully was silent though, uncomfortable with all the attention.

You planned out your next words carefully. "Maybe, you feel as though the world owes you something, for whatever reason, and that since you couldn't get with either of us, you've decided that being an obnoxious dick is you getting revenge on the world for cheating you."

"I think you're right, Y/N." Teresa linked arms with you, looking with disdain at the boy in front of you guys. "Now come on, you promised me I could braid your hair."

You allowed her to lead you away, giving Thomas one last look to catch the humiliation on his face.

M I N S E U S

The Keeper of the Runners was one damn annoying shank. First he outright laughed in your face when you mentioned being interesting in being a Runner, which of course made you want to become one even more. Then once Alby okayed it, he was an absolute jerk to you from day one.

"Keep up, Y/N!" Minho yelled harshly at you over his shoulder. It was only your third day of Runner training and he was expecting you to keep up as he basically sprinted the entire time.

"I'm trying, dick." You muttered under your breath, wiping the sweat from your eyes.

Suddenly your feet went out from under you, and your face ended up skidding against the ground. Minho jogged up from behind you, and you had a feeling his foot was the cause of the gash along your cheek. You hesitantly put your finger up to it, and pulled it away to reveal it was covered in blood.

"That is going to leave one ugly scar." Minho commented, not seeming concerned at all.

You stood up, a litle wobbly on your scraped legs. Minho went to catch you as you almost fell over, but you roughly swatted his hand away. "I'm going back to the Glade and seeing if Clint or Jeff can patch me up." You said as red drops hit your shirt.

"We're not even halfway done, you're going to keep running."

You turned away from him, and he threw out an ultimatum. "If you leave this Maze now, you're never going to be a Runner!"

"Shut up!" You screamed, rounding on him, anger finally bursting out of you like a volcano. The fierceness of your tone stopped Minho's smirk of victory as it was halfway across his face. "I'm going back to the Glade, and I don't care if you don't make me a Runner, you're so full of yourself I don't think I could stand having to report to you and see your face everyday."

Then you turned on your heel and started half-running/half-hobbling back in the direction you had come from.

((omg idk how I'm going to redeem Thomas in part 2 yeesh))