"A girl?"

"Another girl." Ada muttered excitedly to herself, suddenly eager to catch sight of the Greenie.

"I think she's dead." 

Newt's words made her heart drop, and she found herself ever so gently pushing through the just as intrigued crowds to peek in at the girl lying on the floor of the Box. She didn't know what to expect.

The girl had long dark hair fanned out on the ground, fair freckled skin, and a slim figure. She was a beautiful girl. But Newt seemed right; she looked dead.

"What's in her hand?" Gally called down to the boy, Ada just realising that he was right beside her.

Speaking of hands, it was then - when everyone was distracted - that Gally's hand brushed against the back of hers. She whirled around to look at him with wide eyes, and as he suddenly felt the attention of her gaze, his cheeks flared up red.

Her heart melted then, and as Gally tried to distract from his embarrassment by looking away from her to the Box, she reached down to squeeze his hand. Taking it away as quickly as it appeared, she watched as Newt unfolded the piece of paper previously in the girl's hand.

"She's the last one, ever."

An ominous silence over the group as they processed Newt's words, uncertain as to what it meant for the future of the Glade. The blonde looked confused, folding back up the paper and inspecting the girl.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"No more Greenies." Ada answered bluntly. 

She wanted to know why it was only her and the other girl in a group of boys. She didn't know that she was there as an experiment: only to see how the boys would react to the arrival of a girl. And she didn't know that the other girl was there to signal the ending of the Maze Trials.

Suddenly, the girl surged awake, eliciting a response of fear from the boys all anxiously peering down into the Box. They watched on as she gasped for breath, eyes wide and searching, before uttering a single word.

"Thomas."

As the girl fell back into unconsciousness, every pair of eyes had turned to Thomas. Ada could tell that the boy had no idea as to what was going on, and his gaze purposely dodged Gally's as he sheepishly looked down to the ground.

"You still think I'm overreacting?" Gally questioned smugly, and Ada felt herself automatically shifting away from the boy.

Minho and Thomas went back into the Maze again that day. With them, they brought Frypan, Zart and Winston. To say Gally was seething would be an understatement.

Everywhere the boy went, he was avoided like the plague. He wore a scowl all day, and snapped at anyone unlucky enough to speak to him. And in using a hammer on several things he was supposed to be fixing, he ended up breaking them even more.

When the boys returned from the Maze, they gathered in the Council room to show Newt the strange cannister they had found inside a Griever. Ada had crept into the meeting, knowing that the only person who would even bother objecting to a non-Keepers presence would be Gally. But considering it was her, she would be okay, even if they were in a rough spot.

The girl watched as Thomas did most of the talking. He explained the importance of the letters brandished on the cannister: WCKD, just like on their supply boxes. He explained how they needed to go back into the Maze, to see where it could take them.

And of course, Gally was completely against it.

After a long rambling from the angered boy, he only seemed satisfied when Newt agreed to punish Thomas. But then, he didn't seem satisfied with the punishment.

"I don't know Gally, no food seems pretty mean to me. Especially when it's me and Fry cooking." 

Ada finally chipped in from where she was hanging beside the group of Keepers. Winston and Minho both jumped, as if they hadn't noticed she was there, and Frypan leaned over to give her a high-five. 

However, she was only helping the tension between Gally and Thomas to grow, and the Builder's annoyance with her to vastly increase. The boy in question whirled around to her, a wild irritancy clear in his eyes as he lectured her.

"You're not even supposed to be in here, Ada."

She slumped back on the bench, folding her arms across her chest with a pout. Although she looked like she was taking the comment as a joking remark, it hit her like a punch to the stomach.

"Bit harsh." She mumbled to herself, knowing that Newt had heard when he spoke again to back her up.

"At the moment, Gally, Ada's doing more of a job of being Keeper than you. She's not the one arguing with every bloody word Thomas says just for the sake of it!"

Gally looked like his blood was boiling then. Although Thomas was sentenced to the Slammer as punishment, he had been made Runner, and on top of that, Gally was just set in his place in front of everyone. Thomas' lovesick glances over to Ada was the tip of the iceberg for him.

In complete disbelief and horror, Gally was done. He was done with the group of boys already worshipping the boy who had just showed up. He was done with the lack of discipline due to Alby's absence. He was done with the hope of leaving.

All he knew was the Glade. Why would he want to go anywhere else?

"Wow," He let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. Beginning to start away from the group, he didn't stop at the reassuring voice of Frypan, who only wanted to help his hurting friend.

"Gally-"

"Nah, Fry."

Pushing off Frypan's hand, he swiftly left the room without a single second of hesitation. It took the girl a second, but then she had finished processing it all.

"Gally!" Ada yelled after him as he stormed from the room, but he didn't even turn back to acknowledge her.

There was a brief period of silence in which the girl bit her lip anxiously, and then she rose from her seat. Apologetically, she pointed in the direction that Gally left in, and Newt nodded ever so slightly so show her that he understood.

Pausing for a moment, she felt the need to tell them all that she wasn't agreeing with Gally, and that she believed Thomas to be hope for a way out. They all knew it, they could read it on her face, but she wanted to tell them anyway.

"He'll come around to it, I reckon. He's just stubborn." 

She said, as her hand lingered on the door handle. The other boys, especially the ones that knew Gally well, looked apprehensive. She wouldn't admit that she was even second guessing herself as she spoke to them.

And then she left to find the boy in question.

Even when he was clearly infuriated with her - and she had to admit she wasn't the most pleased with him - she felt a need to be there for him. 

She caught sight of the angry boy marching across the grass and heading straight towards the Deadheads. Now jogging, she called after the boy to get him to stop, but he didn't.

"Gally, please!"

She found herself in the thick of the trees too then, and Gally had finally stopped and whirled around to face her. When they were standing only a few feet apart, Ada realised that they hadn't had a moment to themselves since the night Thomas, Minho, and Alby got stuck in the Maze.

"I-"

"-What?" Gally demanded, his eyebrows raising as he dared her to try and say something to calm him down.

I'm in love with you.

She took a sharp intake of breath at the realisation, and then felt a pit of rage bubbling in her stomach. Gally was still watching her, chest heaving with angry breaths, but she knew she was more angry.

She hated that she loved him. She hated that she loved him because he would act like this, and she didn't know how to help, but all she wanted to do was help.

She couldn't blame Thomas for Gally's behaviour, but ever since the boy arrived, Gally had been different. There were moments where he was the same Gally as before, but ultimately, he was different.

Ada missed the old Gally. 

The Gally that would play hide and seek with Ada, Frypan, and Newt when they got bored of work in the Glade; the Gally that would let Chuck pull pranks on him and then pretended to be angry afterwards so Chuck believed he actually pulled it off without him suspecting a thing; and the Gally that she thought loved her back.

It seemed obvious to her now; he never loved her.

She didn't know of the nights he spent scolding himself for not admitting his feelings; or the times he'd carve her a small wooden figurine only to chuck it away out of fear she'd think it stupid; or when he had realised just how much he loved her.

It didn't make him angry, like it did with Ada, but it did scare him. For a long time, he didn't think he could be capable of such strong feelings. Now, she was all he thought of.

"Actually, nothing, Gally."

His expression dropped, but hers turned to stone. Backing away, she clenched her fists, and tried desperately to stop her heart from bursting with pain.

"I have nothing to say to you."