Maze Runner Imagines

Shy

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"How much would you bet you can get her to talk?" Gally says with a sneer.

Minho had been watching you since you got here, helping you figure things out, even though you barely said more than a word a day. You were sitting at an empty table, picking at your eggs with a hard look on your face.

Minho grinned before replying "Half your dinner for a whole shucking month."

Gally glared at you before pushing Minho over to where you were, Minho shuffled awkwardly before plopping down in the empty spot next to yours. He cracked a devilish smile before pinching your side, earning a shocked "What the hell!?" from you.

"I made a bet with that ugly shank", Minho says, pointing towards Gally, "That I could get you to talk. So, what's your name?"

Your mouth drops open in shock, but for some reason, the cocky boy satin front of you made you smile, so you answered him "Y/N."

"That's your meals for a week you piece of klunk!" Minho shouts before walking away.