Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Jealousy // Thomas

You watched as the happy couple chatted away, laughs escaping their mouths, happiness in their eyes. Despite the distance you shared with them, it still seemed as if they were right next to you, rubbing their joy in your face. You sighed, glaring harshly. This had been going on for weeks now, about a month after you had first been shipped to this new environment, not a single memory of your past life in your brain or a friendly face that gave you hope.

That had changed when you met Thomas, the first person that brought a sense of comfort to you each time he was near. He was caring, protective, and kind; all things that were deeply needed when living in a world overpopulated with men that oftentimes wanted something other than friendship. Only one other girl remained in the glade; Teresa.

You had assumed that she would be your one and only friend in the glade. The only one who would truly understand you, whose shoulder you could cry on; your saving grace. Much to your surprise, Thomas had quickly taken you under his wing instead, filling in the position of best friend, teacher, mentor, and everything in between.

While you had eventually gotten close enough to Teresa to consider your friendship a genuine one, it never seemed to hold a torch to the bonds you had built with Newt, Minho, Chuck, and, of course, Thomas. In fact, there was always this incessant feeling that poured through your veins whenever you spoke with Teresa. It was almost as if everything was a competition. The two of you were very good friends, of course, but it seemed to you that all Teresa wanted to do was one-up you, so to speak.

And that's what she did. She always beat you in everything; solving new puzzles that got you closer to leaving the glade, beauty, intelligence, and even relationships. A lot of the things she did never necessarily bothered you as much as she hoped. All except for one thing, at least.

She had won the eyes of Thomas.

Being the first person you had opened up to, of course Thomas held a special place in your heart. The feelings you harbored for him were robust; indestructible. Every free second of your day was either spent glaring at Thomas and Teresa, or imagining different scenarios in your head in which Thomas would tell you that he loves you and no one else. Unfortunately, those dreams would only stay dreams.

His warm, chocolate eyes. His soft hair. His adorable little button nose. His cute moles that littered his jaw and cheeks. And his looks were only a bonus. He was smart, brave, considerate, charming, and strong. He always put others before himself and worked the hardest out of everyone to make the glade history. In your eyes, he was perfect. Much to your dismay, Teresa has noticed as well.

"Easy there, tiger." Your eyes quickly darted away from the man you cared about most, face heating up from getting caught. Looking to the source of the voice, you noticed Minho take a seat beside you.

Minho was a great warrior and friend. The two of you had become fast friends since you finally began to feel comfortable enough with everyone. You always like to consider him as the class clown of the group. He always made you laugh when you were down, and he was a great listener. Minho was the only person to know about your true feelings towards Thomas, always trying his best to offer you advice.

"Was it that obvious?" You mumbled. You stabbed your fork into the food that sat before you, only to realize that you weren't hungry and set your utensil back down.

"Obvious?" He scoffed playfully, to which you rolled your eyes. "I could'a sworn I saw smoke streaming out of your ears."

The smallest smile creeped onto your face as he poked your ear, both of you laughing as you swatted his hand away. You quickly snuck a peek at the two lovers once more, only to receive a harsh elbow to your side.