Florence crept into the Med hut cautiously, afraid her footsteps would wake up the Med-jack Keeper sleeping uncomfortably in the chair at the comatose girl's bedside. It was early in the morning, and Clint had taken the night shift the Med-jacks had been rotating so they were watching the girl around the clock. 

In addition to this, they also had to have someone at Ben's bedside to make sure he didn't wake up and go crazy when he saw no one there to stop him. This meant that only one of the three Med-jacks got a good night's sleep in a night, and it was a constant rotation.

Because they were now always busy, Florence hadn't been in the Maze since she had found Ben stung. But she wasn't upset about this. She felt a little traumatised about what had happened, and so she was more than happy to stick to her Med-jack duty for the time being.

Things seemed as though they were settling down now. Sure, Gally recognising Thomas and the girl's arrival shook things up a little, but it seemed as though everything was now returning to normal... As normal as it could be with these things at least.

"Help! Somebody help me!"

Or maybe they weren't.

Curious and concerned about the voice she recognised as Thomas, she crept closer to the outside of the Med hut. As the voice became more high-pitched and alarmed, Florence swung the door open and upon seeing the scene, was very glad she did so.

Thomas had come sprinting out the deadheads, screaming for help with a very much awake Ben on his heels. He was snarling in insanity, his eyes wide and hungry to catch Thomas apparently.

How did he get out of the Homestead? Jeff must've looked away for a split second.

Florence was too far away to reach the scene before Ben had leapt at him, causing Thomas to crash onto the ground. He tried to wriggle away but Ben had an iron firm grip on his ankles,  crawling so he was hovering over him, pinning him to the floor.

What's wrong with him?

Florence began sprinting over, yelling for someone to help. Ben's hands were now clutching at the other boy's throat, trying to strangle him, as the other laid on the ground thrashing about to try and escape. 

Numerous boys across the glade heard the commotion, including Gally, Chuck, Frypan, but the situation was saved by Newt.

Newt whacked Ben over the head with a shovel, causing him to fall back onto the grass where Gally and a few others could restrain him from going at Thomas again. Writhing and wrestling against the people holding him down, Ben growled.

"Calm down!" Gally's voice did nothing to calm Ben. Confused, Frypan turned to where Thomas was leaning on Newt to catch his breath.

"What the hell happened?"

"He just attacked me!" Thomas sounded like he was still terrified. Florence looked to Ben who was panting on the ground before looking back to Thomas.

"He just woke up from the Changing." She answered everyone's internal question of 'what's wrong with Ben' without anyone voicing it to her. She already knew what they were all thinking.

Arriving fashionably late, Alby pushed his way through the crowds, his lips set in a firm line as his eyes set on the disaster of a scene. He knew exactly what had happened.

"Alright - put him in the Slammer."

Ben had suddenly snapped from his fit of insanity and was now begging Alby not to lock him away. It took about five boys to overpower his resistance and carry him over to the Slammer, where Newt called impatiently for the Med-jacks.

Florence followed the group of boys, questions bubbling up in her mind of what they would do with Ben, but knowing they would be answered in a Gathering later that day.

Thomas was sent back to work, to his disappointment. He was bored out of his brain working in the Gardens so resorted to looking across the Glade instead. He was searching for Newt - who had somehow disappeared - but instead saw something far more interesting.

Minho, who Thomas had figured out was the Keeper of the Runners, was sprinting back into the Glade. He looked overcome by exhaustion as he stopped by the walls of the Maze, and Thomas couldn't stop himself slipping away from his work and walking over in curiosity.

He was eager to talk to Minho, having only spoken to Florence out of all the Runners, who hadn't told him much at all about the Maze.

Stepping forwards to greet him, Thomas was cut off by the boy abruptly collapsing. He froze as he looked at the boy crumpled on the ground and unmoving. It took him a second to collect himself before he began to shout, 

"Alby! Newt!" 

His yelling caught the attention of the girl for the second time in the day, who on sight of an unconscious Minho, bolted over. A thousand thoughts ran through her mind but she calmed her thudding heart as she ran to reach him.

What if he was stung?

Thomas knelt by his side, feeling relieved in seeing his chest heaving with breaths. He was alive. His eyes flew open and he leaned up on his elbows as he stared at Thomas.

"Hey, you okay?" Thomas' eyebrows knitted together in concern, and Minho just blinked back at him in confusion at the stranger.

"I'm fine. Who the klunk are you?" He clearly wasn't fine, he had just passed out. And of course, he did know who Thomas was, he saw him at the bonfire.

"I'm new here. I'm Thomas - been here just a couple of days." Thomas had realised that since Minho was out during the day, he wasn't there when he arrived, or the girl.

"Oh yeah, Thomas. Newbie. You and the chick." Speaking of chicks, Florence reached the pair and let out a scoff at Minho. 

So nothing was wrong?

"What are you doing on the ground?"

Thomas was taken aback by her tone, unaware that moments ago she was terrified that something might have happened to him. But when she realised nothing was wrong, she had gone to her usual teasing.

Minho rolled his eyes in return, "I fainted, you shank, what do you think?" 

Thomas was in awe of the exchange of words between the pair. It was certainly different from when they were sat together at the bonfire, and so now he felt wrong in assuming the pair were dating.

Alby noticed the raised voices and upon seeing Minho back hours early, joined the group. He looked very angry with the Runner, despite his tiredness and the fact he had collapsed moments ago.

"What are you doing back Minho? What happened?"

"Calm your wad Alby. Make yourself useful and get me some water - I dropped my pack out there somewhere." Thomas was taken aback more by Minho's tone to Alby, their leader. He didn't seem to even waver in ordering him about.

Alby didn't budge. He kicked Minho's leg, causing Thomas to wince in imagining the pain, and repeated his words.

"What happened?"

"I can barely talk shuck-face! Get me some water!" Minho's voice was hoarse, and Florence found herself chuckling at the exchange of words between him and the leader. Alby stopped the ghost of a smile passing his face and turned to Thomas.

"Minho's the only shank who can talk to me like that without getting his butt kicked." Alby turned abruptly on his heel headed towards the Homestead. Florence couldn't help but protest this claim,

"Well-"

"-You don't count!"

She pouted at those words and at Alby's retreating figure as she looked back to the two boys. Thomas was more than confused by the whole situation as he questioned the Runner.

"He lets you boss him around?" He asked, perplexed. Minho puffed his chest out, and smirked at the Greenie.

Minho definitely doesn't boss Alby around that much. But, Thomas thinking this does make Minho look a lot 'cooler', and he definitely would enjoy that...

"You scared of that pip-squeak? Dude, you got a lot to learn. Freaking newbies." He replied snarkily. Thomas had no idea he was joking, and if Florence was honest, it was often hard to tell when he was being serious.

"Isn't he the leader?"

"Leader? Yeah, call him leader all you want. Maybe we should call him El Presidente. Nah, nah Admiral Alby-"

"-Don't be a shuck-face Minho." This shut him up. Thomas couldn't help but grin at how the girl could speak only five words and immediately quieten the babbling Runner. 

Minho was chuckling himself though, rubbing his eyes and looking up at the girl with a smug grin. He looked cute, she thought to herself - not that she would let him know.

"So who is the leader if he isn't?" This had the girl giggling. Thomas was so blissfully oblivious to Minho teasing him, but it was so funny.

"Greenie, just shut it before you confuse yourself more. Why do you shanks always come in here asking stupid questions? It's really annoying."

"What do you expect us to do?" Thomas was starting to get impatient with Minho, which wasn't unexpected from the girl. He could be infuriating quite often.

"Do what you're told, keep your mouth shut. That's what I expect." Minho's words were harsh, but Florence couldn't imagine he intended them to be. It seemed a little strange he was acting hostile, although she was never the one to get Minho acting snappily to her, so perhaps it was normal.

"Don't remember you telling me that when I was a Greenbean Minho." Minho's stare turned to her, and softened slightly. In a second, the façade cracked and he stuck his tongue out playfully at the girl, throwing himself back onto the ground with a sigh.

"I bet you didn't do that when you were a newbie." Thomas muttered, and Minho caught his words. Leaning up, his face was once again stony.

"I was one of the first Gladers, slinthead. Shut your hole till you know what you're talking about." Thomas' eyes widened in fear and Florence leaned forwards to smack Minho on the side of his head.

"Ignore him Thomas, today he's just decided to be a complete shuck-face." The girl informed him as Minho winced from her slap. He pouted at her but couldn't deny it.

"I'm just playing with your head. It's too much fun - you'll see when the next newbie-" Minho caught himself. "Guess there won't be another Newbie, huh?"

A silence passed for the first time since Florence came over; Minho was too busy fainting and annoying the hell out of Thomas for there to be any awkward pauses. It was finally settling in for them that everything was changing now.

"Guess not." Thomas muttered out. Minho took his quick response as an opportunity to press him on information about the girl. 

"You saw the chick right? Everybody says you probably know her or something." He shrugged nonchalantly, but Florence rolled her eyes at Minho's pathetic attempt to seem unbothered.

Thomas didn't pick up on this and just shrugged himself. "I saw her. Doesn't really look familiar at all."

He's lying.

Florence decided not to ask him why he was lying, but she knew he was. His eyes found hers and shied away from her scrutinizing eyes. She could see through his façade and it freaked him out.

"She hot?"

Minho's words tore Florence's eyes from Thomas. She couldn't help but feel her blood boiling at the question, and his eyes shifted to her to perceive her reaction. He only said it to see what she'd do.

"Shuck you." was what tumbled from her lips. Thomas found himself wincing in hearing the hurt in her voice but Minho was too dozy and exhausted to catch that.

She took a few steps away and sat back on the grass facing away from Minho, who nudged Thomas questioningly, mouthing to ask him what he had done wrong. Thomas could only look between the pair before whispering back, "I thought you were dating."

The girl didn't catch Thomas' assumption, instead choosing to stare intensely at where the Sloppers were shovelling fertiliser into buckets.

"It's a little more complicated than that." He muttered in reply, massaging his temples. He was beginning to get a headache, and Alby was taking his time in getting him a cup of water.

Thomas shifted slightly in the awkwardness. He felt like he was in the middle of an arguing couple who were giving each other the silent treatment. It wasn't the most comfortable situation for him.

"So... Did you find anything today?" 

Florence prepared to hear Minho explode with fury at the question, but no such thing happened. Instead, he tilted his head thoughtfully as he closed his eyes to bask in the sun.

"You know what Greenie? That's usually the dumbest shuck-faced thing you could ask a Runner. But not today." 

The girl's head snapped back to the pair. "What did you find?" His eyes reopened at her input to the conversation, and a smirk settled on his face.

"Wait for Alby." He simply said. Florence rolled her eyes, not in the bit surprised at his answer, but it bothered Thomas. As the pair began to bicker, the girl looked helplessly across the Glade in search for Alby to return and save her from their tiring conversation.

"Okay I'll shut up-"

"-Just make sure Alby lets me hear the news-"

"-You da boss-" 

Florence could hear Thomas and Minho's voices behind her but tried her best to block it out. Upon seeing Alby, she perked up and obliged when the leader beckoned her over to hear what happened when Minho was running the Maze.

Minho gulped down the whole cup of water without pausing once. He chucked it on the ground beside him, gasping for breath before looking up at Alby with a smug grin.

"Okay, out with it. What happened?"

Minho raised his eyebrows, tilting his head towards Thomas, as if to question Alby's allowance for him to stay. Alby just rolled his eyes in impatience.

"He's fine, I don't care what this shank hears. Just talk!"

Minho struggled to stand, and even though Florence was infuriated at his curiosity on whether the unconscious girl was 'hot', she helped to balance him so he could talk to them at eye level. Her hand rested on his waist as his slung around her shoulder.

"I found a dead one." 

Oh.

Minho's statement made a gasp escape the girl's lips. His lips turned up in pride and Florence took this as confirmation that it really was what she thought.

"Huh? A dead what?"

Sometimes, I wonder why this boy is our leader. Could it be anymore obvious?

"A dead griever."

"Ain't a good time for jokes." Alby retorted, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Look, I wouldn't believe me if I were you, either. But trust me, I did. Big fat nasty one."

"They're all big fat nasty ones." The girl muttered, with only the Runner hearing, leading him to snicker at the comment. Their leader however, was much slower in the conversation.

"You found a dead griever." 

Minho rolled his eyes and replied in a deadpan tone, "Yes, Alby. A couple miles from here."

Slowly, Alby replied again. "Well, why didn't you bring it back with you?" His stupidity amazed her and Minho, who gave him an incredulous look.

"You been drinking Frypan's saucy sauce? Those things must weigh half a ton, dude. Plus, I wouldn't touch one if you gave me and princess a free trip out of this place."

She rolled her eyes fondly again as Alby and Minho chatted, turning to Thomas who looked fascinated by the whole conversation. She couldn't help but feel slightly envious of him; he had only been here three days and things were starting to look like they were changing.

Florence focused back in to hear Alby and Minho deciding to go back to look at the Griever tomorrow after wake-up. Alby glanced down to his watch.

"I'll see you both at the Gathering. Thomas, back to work!" As Alby turned on his heel, Thomas groaned and begrudgingly trudged back to where he was supposed to be working in the Gardens. However, upon seeing Newt, he perked up a little.

"What Gathering?" 

Minho's eyebrows knitted together in confusion and Florence felt her heart drop. She was reminded of having to tell him about Ben's sting, and now having to tell him he attacked Thomas...

Clearing her throat, Minho sensed her discomfort and his confusion morphed into worry that only she could detect.

"Ben attacked Thomas today."

And Minho's heart shattered. Ben was one of his oldest friends. He knew what this meant for him. He had been in the Glade for two years. He already knew what was coming.

"Oh." He managed out, stupidly, suddenly not being able to look at the girl.

Florence couldn't tell what was going on in his head. His mind was clearly clouded with thoughts, but she didn't know what thoughts.

"I need to map." He murmured, moving past the girl without another glance in her direction. Now she felt a little worried about him. He was obviously feeling upset about Ben but she was forced to put it in the back of her mind as she went to return to her Med-jack duties.

Later, when Alby gathered the Council in the Council room, Florence and Clint both felt nervous about leaving Jeff alone with a crazed Ben, but were made to oblige.

The girl sat on the edge of her seat, her face resting in her hand not noticing herself biting her fingernails nervously. She already knew what Alby and Newt would want to do with Ben, but unlike with Gally, she wasn't sure she'd be able to stop it.

When everyone had finally arrived, Newt sent Alby an uncertain glance before clearing his throat to start the Gathering.

"I'm guessing some of you may be a little confused on why we're Gathering today-"

"-We left Ben unmonitored for a second, he got out the Med hut and attacked Thomas." 

Florence interrupted and Newt just blinked, his mouth still agape. He shut it and nodded to confirm as the uninformed members of the council looked to him for assurance.

"Let's just cut to the chase Newt, I don't want to waste time when I could be helping Jeff with Ben."

Her snappy words were clear enough to tell everyone she was not in the best mood, and it was obvious it would only get worse with the way the Gathering was looking to go. Newt scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, glancing back to Alby. The leader got up from his chair, patting Newt's shoulder and addressing the Council himself.

"Ben attacked another Glader. Whether it's the Changing or not, this was a clear violation of one of our three main rules."

Florence glanced around the Council to see almost everyone nodding in agreement. She knew this was true, but why did this have to mean Banishment?

"I'm just going to go around and ask everyone for their recommendations," Alby nodded to Gally who straightened up in his chair. "Go on."

"Ben hurt Thomas. As much as I don't like the Greenie, it's like you said Alby, Ben broke a rule. He's crazy! Who knows what else he could try to do? We can't take that chance, you all know that."

Gally's words were harsh and unwavering. His eyes fell upon the girl and there was no remorse in the next sentence he spoke. "He needs to be Banished."

Florence's heart dropped. It was inevitable, but there was still the tiniest piece of her that hoped it wouldn't even be mentioned. Her heart dropped even further when the second recommendation came.

"I agree with Gally."

And then the third.

"Me too."

And then the forth.

"I do as well."

And so on.

She could only sit, shaking her head disapprovingly at the way the boys had all turned their backs on Ben so quickly. Minho hadn't spoken yet, silently also agreeing, but holding back due to the fact it was his friend that they were discussing the life of. He didn't want to lose Ben, as much as he knew that he had broken the rules.

"Florence?"

Alby called her name, asking for her recommendation and her face immediately set in stone as everyone looked to her.

"Well I'm just wondering why Gally's so set on Ben being Banished for breaking the rules when he got no punishment for breaking one himself. Or are we forgetting when he ran out into the Maze?"

Each word Florence said stung Gally harder than the one before. Being reminded of it was so traumatising, all the memories of the Changing, but she didn't seem to care. She was ruthless.

"This is different Florence. Ben tried to kill Thomas."

"So we should kill him?"

Alby had grown impatient with the lack of recommendation he had received from the girl. 

"Let's just go to a vote. Raise your hand if you're in favour of Ben's Banishment."

Every single hand except Florence's was raised. Even Minho's. He met her eye, guiltily, his hand limp in the air just above his head in shame.

And so it was decided.

Florence stood up from her chair, scraping her chair back and staring at Alby with an intense fury in her eyes. He didn't back down from her glare, only making her blood boil more.

"I'm not going to forgive you for this." 

Turning on her heel, she stormed from the room. She felt dramatic in doing it, but if she was going to be dramatic about anything, it would be this. It didn't take Newt more than a second to follow her, his limp barely slowing his determination to reach her before she got up the stairs to her room.

"Florence, slow down!"

He called after her and she stopped from where she was halfway up the stairs already. Running back down, she stopped a few stairs up so that they were in direct eye-level.

"No, I can't watch you Banish him. Newt, I can't." The boy avoided her eyes and ignored her shaking tone. She was on the verge of tears, which was the exact reason he couldn't bring himself to look at her.

"Why are you doing this to him? He's your friend!" 

Florence knew there was no changing his mind. Ben was going to be sent out into the Maze, and she would never see her friend again.

When Newt finally replied to her, his voice was firm and emotionless, as if he was refusing to acknowledge what they were all really doing. They were killing him.

"You can come to say goodbye, or you can stay here."

And so of course she came.

She stood directly at the front of the crowd, but it was if she had her own personal bubble. No one was standing next to her, taking one look at her frosty expression and deciding it would be best to stand away from the angered girl.

"Bring him out!" Alby roared in the direction of the Homestead. Three boys appeared at the side of the Homestead, pulling the 'prisoner' along with them. Florence didn't want to look. She didn't want this broken image of Ben to be the last she ever sees of him.

But she couldn't look away.

Ben's skin was paper-white and so thin that it looked like it was stretched across his bones. His clothes hung off of him, tattered and dirty, and he didn't make an effort in fighting the boys that were dragging him across the Glade.

"Newt, bring out the Pole."

Despite Florence having been in the Glade for two months, she had no idea what the Pole was. However, it was associated with Banishment, so she knew instantly that it was not a good thing.

Newt moved away from the crowds and to a small garden tool shed, where he returned with a number of metal poles, slotting the ends together to make a long stick about six metres. Approaching Alby, he handed over the pole and Florence noticed the attachment at the end. 

Connected to the pole with a metal staple, it was a leather collar, with a button to show that it could be opened and closed. The girl felt her heart drop and realised that she could not just stand and watch at this point.

As Alby turned to put the collar on Ben, Florence stepped forwards into the circle intent on stopping him. 

"Alby no, you can't-"

She was cut off by a strong pair of arms wrapping around her waist and steering her off course. She tried to fight against them, but on recognising them, she already knew Minho was much stronger. 

She had to resort to shouting instead.

"Look at what you're doing!"

Alby ignored her yelling, her attempts to guilt him into stopping, and so she turned to all the other Gladers watching.

"And look at you all! Why are you letting him? Why aren't you stopping it?"

Minho's arms tightened as he tried to haul her away from the scene completely. She couldn't let him do that.

Moving her hands to his arms and digging her nails into his skin, she wiggled out of his grip when she heard him hiss in pain. Whirling around, she met his gaze with a fiery rage in her eyes. He just looked devastated.

"Don't you think I'm not mad that you're going along with this."

And with that, she pushed past him and back towards the Banishment. He didn't go to stop her. She didn't stop to see the glint of tears in his eyes. 

"Please, Alby. I swear I was just sick in the head from the Changing. I never would've killed him - just lost my mind for a second. Please, Alby, please."

Ben pleaded with the leader but he showed no mercy in return. He didn't even have the decency to answer him. Connecting the collar around his neck, Alby turned to address the crowds, Florence realising that he did indeed feel guilt, and enough to not want to look at the boy whilst speaking.

"Ben of the Runners, you've been sentenced to Banishment for the attempted murder of Thomas the newbie. The Keepers have spoken, and their word ain't changing. And you ain't coming back. Ever."

There was a deafening silence. Even Ben said nothing, his panting the only audible noise from anyone at the scene. Alby spoke again, his voice firm.

"Keepers, take your place on the Banishment Pole."

Florence tried to move forwards but Alby and Newt knew she would only try to stop it.

"Thomas!" 

Newt called to the Greenie, who understood instantly what he wanted him to do. Thomas grabbed the girl's arm, pulling her back enough so his arms could reach around her and stop her from moving to the Pole.

"Florence, I'm so, so, sorry."

He muttered to her, his apologies repeating loudly in her ear. She knew he was sorry. She didn't blame him at all, in fact.

"Please! Please, someone help me!" Ben's cries continued, relentlessly. And then he did something that made the girl's heart break further. 

"Florence! Florence, please, I need your help!" Even in his unstable state of post-Changing, he knew his friend would oppose this. He knew she would want to protect her. Yet she could do nothing.

She couldn't stop hot tears from falling down her cheeks. Her words were now catching in her throat, unable to pass her lips.

"Shut up!"

Ignoring Alby's roar, Ben kept pleading with more Gladers, with each boy being addressed choosing to advert their eyes. Thomas' name was not called but he focused his gaze on the girl's hair just in front of him.

"If we let shanks like you get away with that stuff, we never would've survived this long. Keepers, get ready." Alby answered more quietly, but still loud enough for everyone to hear.

Florence could feel herself sobbing at this point but couldn't bring herself to care. As the doors began to spring into action, drawing to a close, Ben's cries were cut off by the thundering sound.

"Keepers, now!"

Ben collapsed to his knees. Minho's head replayed the words the girl spoke to him, and he faltered. But it was unnoticeable due to the force from the other Keepers beginning to push Ben towards the closing doors. They all had both hands clasped on the Pole, charging at the doors.

"Noooooo!" 

Ben squirmed but the collar didn't allow him to snap his head in any other directions than his impending doom. He failed to plant his feet at the threshold and was sent sliding past the doors and into the Maze.

"Hold!" Alby growled, his face set in stone as the Keepers did as they were told, keeping Ben in place about two feet past the doors.

As Ben let out one last piercing scream, Thomas was forced to cover his ears with his hands, letting Florence free to push past the Keepers and put herself right by the Maze doors.

Just as the walls were about to seal, the first Keeper unhooked the pole from Ben's collar and yanked it back into the Glade so it wouldn't get trapped in the walls. Ben spun around to face those who were sending him to his death.

And as Florence's eyes locked with his for the last time, she recalled the last real conversation they had together, and the last words they spoke to one another.

"Love you really Florence."

"I hate that I love you too."

He knows I do love him, right? He knows I don't hate it?

And then he was gone.

The glade fell into a devastating silence, except from the crying that had ensued from the moment the doors slammed shut. The girl couldn't stop the flow of tears that fell down her face, still staring at the doors of the Maze, where Ben was stuck.

She placed her hand on the wall of the Maze, bowing her head as she wiped her tears away furiously with her other hand. She turned slowly, seeing that most of the boys of the Glade had already disappeared, not wanting the image of Ben's last cries in their mind.

Minho, Alby, Newt, Thomas and Chuck all remained, as though they were waiting for her.

"What?" She asked them coldly, her voice cracking, making her seem much less intimidating than she intended.

"Are you-"

"I swear to god if you ask me if I'm okay Chuck I'm going to go shucking mental." 

She didn't want to snap at the younger boy but she couldn't stop herself. His eyes flashed with pain however she didn't notice. Her body and demeanour radiated anger in the direction of her leader and second-in-command both of who only looked concerned for her. This made her more angry.

"He was only a boy!" More hot tears spilled down her cheeks as her throat begun to grow sore from her constant shouting.

"He tried to kill Thomas-"

"-It was the Changing!"

Some boys had heard the raised voices, but Florence couldn't see the amount of people watching her outburst through her clouded vision. She could feel her head swirling, her dizziness due to the reluctance to fully let Ben's Banishment settle in her mind.

Would it ever settle in?

"You all need to look at yourselves. This isn't humane. Killing your friends isn't humane!" Her voice cracked and she was overcome by her sobbing.

Minho stepped forwards to comfort her but she roughly shoved him away, her strength not as powerful as she thought, but he still staggered. Pain flashed through his eyes but he pushed it away, guilt creeping up.

"Just don't come our room, okay? I don't want to talk to you." She muttered, before pushing past, intent on going towards the Homestead.

Really it was Minho's room, so she should've been the one to sleep somewhere else, but she needed to get somewhere away from everybody else as quickly as possible.

Pausing to look back, she let out a dry chuckle. No one had the guts to say a thing to her, and they were all watching her in silence. She took a few steps back towards them and sighed.

"I don't know how you can all live with yourselves."

And then she left. The boys who had witnessed it, all had her voice echoing through her mind, which is exactly what she wanted.

And even though she warned Minho about coming into the room, she waited for the moment he would slip into the bed beside her so they could make up and drift off to sleep.

The moment never came, and Florence had no idea what the events of tomorrow would bring. But if she did, she wouldn't have hesitated in letting go of her anger with the boy.