Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Cafeteria// Thomas

You didn't like being around all these new people. Strangers. You were sitting at the lunch table, your untouched lunch in front of you.

"Hey, you alright?" You felt Thomas nudge you.

"I don't like it here," you whispered. "It doesn't feel right."

A group of another maze walks by, eyeballing you. You scooted closer to Thomas, you shoulder pressed into his side. He reached down, putting his hand on your knee, rubbing it softly with his thumb.

"You really don't like it here, do you?" He asked quietly, his brown eyes staring into yours.

You shook your head, watching as Newt and everyone else looked towards you.

You leaned forward, slipping your hand into Thomas'. "I don't think we should trust these people."

"Why? They rescued us from WCKED." Newt asked.

"That's the thing," you said to the boys. "I think it's still WCKED."

"We have a bed and food, a shower, I think we're safe," Newt said as you opened your mouth to say something but he interrupted you. "Something some of us haven't had in a long time."

"Fine." You grumbled, leaning back into Thomas' shoulder.

You finished your food before heading off to your room, with the other boys. You sat on the top bunk, your head hanging off the side, staring at the upside down wall in front of you.

You watched as your upside down friends walked into the room, Thomas coming over and pecking your lips softly.

"I love you." He smiles at you.

"I love you too, Tommy."