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Y/N's POV.
Once I had left Alby, I began searching around the glade angrily for the greenie. Even though the day was almost over, it was never too late to begin training. I smirked to myself finding him sitting on a tree stump talking to Chuck. I broke out into a jog towards them, and within seconds I was in their presence. "You're Thomas, right?" I questioned. The brunette stood up, his eyes finding mine.
I wasn't going to deny he was attractive. "Yeah, you're– (Y/N)?" He questioned. I nodded, and then folded my arms over my chest. "That would be me. . ." I looked him up and down, trying to picture him running throughout the maze. "Alby mentioned you wanted to be a runner," I added.
Thomas then nodded, "Yeah he said he would talk to the leader about it– or the keeper– whatever you call them." I raised my eyebrows, waiting until it clicked that I was the keeper of the runners. Within seconds his eyes were going wide, and he was raising his eyebrows. "You're- you're the keeper?" He asked.
I nodded, "I have been since I got here," Thomas looked from Chuck and then back to me. "So does this mean I'm a runner?" I broke out into laughter, and couldn't help but laugh even harder at the look of confusion that was on his face. "Not even close." I informed. Thomas furrowed his eyebrows, "You've got a lot of training to do, greenie." "Okay. . . So when do I start?"
Skipping time ⏭
Feel free to start puking," I informed, watching as he touched the wall for the second time. Thomas simply shook his head, and then broke out into a sprint therefore he could reach the other end of the field in the amount of time given.
I took a seat in one of the chairs, and I watched as Alby slowly approached me. "You trying to kill him?" "What? It's the same training everyone else had to go through." I reminded. Alby raised his eyebrows, "On their second week– not their first day."
I shrugged my shoulders, and then took a sip of the water that sat beside me. "Well, he hasn't died yet." Alby simply crossed his arms beside me, and we watched as he began running back in our direction.
Alby and I continued watching in silence, and within minutes Thomas was back in our area. "Impressive– but you've still got two more to do." I informed.
Thomas quickly removed his shirt, and I couldn't help but gawk at the muscles that were revealed under his article of clothing. "I'm just getting started." He assured.
He began running in the opposite direction once again, and my eyes traveled to his back muscles that flexed each time he took another step. "Alright Y/N, try not to lose sight of what's important." Alby teased, and then finally decided to step away.
I crossed my arms to his comment, and continued watching the greenie that didn't seem to have a problem with the training I was giving him.
Even Minho was puking on this run. Hell, even I was puking on this run. Minutes later when Thomas had reached me again, I decided to go ahead and stop him. "Alright, you've made it clear you've got endurance." I spoke up.
The brunette raised his eyebrows as he picked up his shirt that was still on the ground. "But, that still doesn't make you a runner." "Okay, so what else is there?"
Skipping time ⏭
Oh, come on!" I shouted, seeing as Thomas had outran all of my other runners. Could he not be beat? How in the hell did someone have his speed and endurance. "(Y/N), I don't think you understand how good he is at running– we need him." Minho informed.
I rolled my eyes, and then looked to Thomas who was talking to the others.
He has to be a runner– he's past every test." Minho added. I shook my head, and then shrugged off the jacket I was wearing, "Not quite." I looked over to Thomas, and then decided on one last test. "Greenie!" I called.
The brunette looked over, and eventually received the message to walk over to me. "I'll make you a deal—" He nodded while I continued, "We race. If you win, you can stop all this training and become a runner tomorrow, if I win– you work with Chuck for the rest of the week." "(Y/N), he just finished a race there's no way he'll—" "Deal." Thomas informed, interrupting Minho's assumption. All of the other runners gathered around, and Minho jogged over and stood at the line we were going to claim as the finish mark. "On your mark," Minho called.
Thomas and I exchanged glances, and then looked straight ahead. "Get set," I got into the proper running stance, and then waited for the word. "Go!" Thomas and I broke out into sprints, and we ran all the way throughout the gardens, the animal pins, and where some people were already laying down for the day.
A smirk fell onto my lips seeing I was feet away from crossing the finish line first, but the smirk quickly faded seeing Thomas had come up behind me last minute.
I felt sick to my stomach seeing as he crossed the finish line right before me, and Minho's eyes widened in shock. "Boys of the glade, Thomas– the greenie, is the first person to have beaten (Y/N) in a race!"
Everyone turned to us in surprise, and I looked into Thomas' light brown eyes. "Congrats," I nodded, "I'll wake you up tomorrow when it's time to leave." I walked away from the big commotion, and went to the spot I was going in sleep for the night.
Skipping time ⏭
Everyone was asleep in the glade, and not a single body was up as I was sitting against a tree in the woods picking at my nails. I hadn't been able to sleep considering my defeat against Thomas, and the one hour of sleep I got wasn't good enough.
Leaves rustled throughout the woods, and I closed my eyes in annoyance realizing I was no longer the only one awake. "Whoever's out there needs to respect the fact I want to be alone." Although the footsteps came closer, and I quirked an eyebrow seeing who it was. "What are you doing up this early?" I questioned. "Well. . ." The person took a seat beside me as a sigh escaped from his lips. "See there's this girl who hates me, and tomorrow's my first day working for her, and I know she's going to make it absolute hell on me." I chuckled to his explanation. "So the thought isn't really something I can go to sleep to." Thomas explained.
I chuckled, and then glanced to him. "I don't hate you." I assured. I then tilted my head, "I don't particularly like you, but. . . I don't hate you." I informed.
Thomas chuckled, and then turned to look at me. "Can I ask why you don't like me?"
I raised an eyebrow, "I don't have a good reason yet." He scoffed as I stood up, but through the darkness I could see a smile come onto his face.
I should get some sleep," I announced, wanting to end the conversation. I began walking away, when I heard Thomas speak up again. "You're going to like me, eventually. . . I'm going to make sure of it." He assured, which then caused me to chuckle. "We'll see about that."
