N E W T

"Oh shuck." You mumbled, looking down at the cut on your hand, blood obstructing the actual shape of it. You accidentally tripped onto a beetle blade trying to run away from Newt's tickles.

"Y/N, are you okay?" He caught up with you, and held out a hand to help you up. You decided not to use the bloody hand, instead cradling it towards your body.

"Not particularly, can we go find a medjack? Please?"

"Of course."

After Jeff had bandaged you up, Newt tenderly kissed the gauze over the wound, tricking you into a blushing sense of security. Then proceeded to tickle you again.

T H O M A S

You were the new Greenie, and even though you were a girl, nobody seemed to pay you much attention in the Glade. Alby had barely finished assigning some kid named Chuck to show you around when a different boy announced that breakfast was ready. A stampede ensued, knocking you over, earning many feet to your sides and tears pricked your eyes at the injuries themselves and how heartless they were to you. It was overwhelming.

Someone cleared their throat after the herd had left, causing you to look up at a brunette boy. "My name's Thomas. Sorry that happened to you- oh my god you're crying are you alright? Well I mean obviously you're not, but-"

To your surprise, you laughed at Thomas' words, and stood up by yourself. Laughing hurt your sides, causing you to wince a little bit, but it felt good. "Yeah, Thomas, I'm good. Thanks."

"Okay that's good." He smiled.

M I N H O

"What did you say?" A rude phrase thrown your way found its way to your ears, and your head whipped round to the source of it. It was some guy you had never bothered to learn the name of because he was a creepy Bagger. But now he'd caught your attention. And it wouldn't end well.

After a few more snarky remarks from him, you couldn't stand it anymore, and sent your fist at his face. Which was a lot more hard than you anticipated, so it felt much like punching a cliff. But your wouldn't let him laugh in your face, so you kneed him in the gut. That took care of it.

After your initial satisfaction dissipated, it was replaced by an ache in your fingers. You quietly slipped away from the lunchroom and sought out a medjack. Clint splinted one of your fingers, and ordered you to stay there until your boyfriend Minho came back. Most of the Glade was under the strange impression that Minho was your mom or something.

"I heard you broke your finger punching a guy in the face." He didn't even begin with a hello as he walked in.

"Yep." You beamed, holding up your splinted hand.

Minho grinned back. "I'm so proud to call you my girlfriend." He kissed you once, then again.

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