"What's that on her chest?" Newt asked, gazing down at you. The other boys seemed to be in shock, but Newt had an entirely different perspective on the situation: you were the most beautiful girl he's ever seen.
Gally picked up the note and read it in his head.
This is Y/N. On the last day of her first week in the glade, she will die. Let her know of this and we'll end you all.
"Uh..." Gally stuttered, nervous about the letter. "It's just the shucking list of supplies that are in here this week." He swallowed down all of his nervousness and tried to act like himself until he could tell another glader. Not Newt, of course. He would be heartbroken, especially since he obviously still loves her.
Gally propped you up to thick ropes and the gladers pulled you back up from above. He anxiously awaited for a time to talk with Minho and Alby about you and your predestined fate.
"Gally, what the shuck is this about? We got work to do," Alby said as he stepped into the room where Gally sat against a chair, arms crossed.
"Cut the klunky attitude, Alby. This is important," He snarled. Alby frowned at the keeper, but sat down anyway.
Minho storm d in next, clearly pissed off for whatever reason.
"Who do you think you are, makin' us stop our work for some stupid shuckin..."
"It's the greenbean! She's gonna die!" Gally shouted, a little too loudly. His face was red and twisted with rage. "I won't give ya the full details until you sit your klunkhole down and let me explain."
Alby and Minho exchanged nervous yet agitated glances before they sat on the chairs, looking spiteful and done with Gally entirely.
"Get talkin, Gally. This kinda thing needs plenty of explanation," Alby remarked, leaning forward.
"The paper wasn't a list of supplies. Read it yourself." Gally pulled the note out of his pocket and handed it to Alby, who mumbled it to himself as he read. Minho's eyebrows raised at the message. "Dang" was all he managed to get out.
"So, what? We keep this a secret? Just let her die?" Alby wondered, scratching the back of his head.
"I dunno, Alby. Aren't you the shuckin leader to figure this kinda thing out?" He asked, frowning.
Minho raised his hand like a little kid in a classroom.
"Minho," Gally said with an eye roll, clearly not in the mood for Minho's games.
"Why am I here? Let's go get Newt. He's better at this," Minho suggested. He got up to leave, but Gally stopped him.
"No one tells Newt," Gally said, shaking his head. "I remeber from the changing that the two of them were inseparable. Not to mention that he obviously still likes her. This'll be too tough on him. Not to mention that we've all seen how Newt gets when he's depressed." Each of them remembered Newt's suicide attempt in silence for a moment.
"So, what do we do?" Alby asked, scratching the back of his head.
"Protect her, I guess. Maybe we can save her." Minho says with a shrug.
"Okay, here's the shuck plan: this little secret stays between us, ok? We keep her within our field of vision at all times until this shucking curse is over," Gally explained. "One of us has to have an eye on her at all times."
"Good that," Minho said, getting up.
"Hey, where you goin?" Alby asked.
"Well, we gotta watch out for her, right? I'm gonna go introduce ourselves as her new bodyguards."
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TMR Imagines and Preferences - Newt, Thomas, Minho, and Gally
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Once Upon A Glade~ Newt (Part One)
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