☆彡 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿
❛ 'cause someone is out there, and they're sending out flares. ❜
FLARE | NOUN OR ADJECTIVE
a sudden brief burst of bright
flame or light, a sudden burst
of intense...
He had been quick during dinner. Quicker than usual. Chuck loved Frypan's cooking, but he never ate it that quickly. The boy had stuffed his face and run, and Kennedy hadn't failed to notice that his pockets were as full as his cheeks.
While his hands were fast, Kennedy's eyes were faster. Sneaks like him never got past her, no matter how good at it they were.
Chuck was very good at it, actually. Alarmingly so. She briefly wondered if he had done this sort of thing before — which was against the rules, but she would never rat him out for it — since the rest of the gladers sat at their bench had hardly even noticed how strange he was acting. Newt was none the wiser, Minho had been too busy brainstorming what the griever can could do, and Frypan was too sweet on Chuck to have said anything even if he had noticed. Only Kennedy made the effort to follow him when he shot up from the bench with a rather hurried night guys!
"Did you sneak food and water, for Thomas?"
At the question posed to him, Chuck giggled nervously, then he shrugged his shoulders at the same time as shaking his head, gaze averted to the ground. The guilty party was obvious, for he wasn't very good at lying, and Kennedy was far too good at knowing when someone was fibbing — especially when it was little Chuck. His chances of being caught red-handed had been a solid fifty-fifty split.
