Dylan O'Brien Imagines.

A New Glader? | Thomas

Y/N's POV

I gasp awake and start coughing up water. I move the wet hair out of my face, my clothes damp, looking around the space I'm in. The noises of animals cut through the sound wave as I desperately try to figure out where I am. It's dark, but not entirely pitch black, there are lights outside of the box I'm currently trapped in and it seems to be that the cage I'm in is moving.

"HELLO?" I yell out, "HEY! IS ANYONE THERE? WHERE AM I?!"

The box's speed seems to increase and I cower near one of the corners praying that I don't die in here. It comes to a stop and a bright light shines through as a trap door opens. I look up seeing a bunch of guys and a girl surrounding the opening and I immediately feel intimidated. A guy jumps down into the box squatting down in front of me and I try to back up slightly, but I'm already against the wall.

"Hey, it's going to be okay." The guy tells me holding his hands up.

"Wh-Where am I? Who are you?!" I ask my eyes wandering up towards everyone who's watching me closely. The guy looks up at everyone and asks them to give us a minute. They all go back to whatever they were doing as this very attractive guy looks back at me.

"I'm Thomas and you're in the Glade. Tell me, do you remember your name?" Thomas asks me.

"My name's Y/N," I say quietly and he looks at me shocked, "I-I don't understand why I'm here though. D-Did someone put us here?"

"We don't either. We've been trying to figure out why and who," he helps me off the floor and I watch him jump out of the box, then he brings his hand down as I grasp onto it and he lifts me up, out of the box, "this is the Glade. Where we work and live to survive at the moment." I look around at everyone working and my eyes land on another girl who seems to be giving me a death look.

"U-Uhm, who's she?" I ask looking back at Thomas and he looks over at the girl.

"That's Teresa. I'm not going to lie to you, but it's a little strange that you're here."

"Why's that?" I ask as I run a hand through my hair.

"Well, when she came up in the box there was a note attached to her stating that she'd be the last one, ever. That was a couple days ago and now you're here." He tells me as he brings me to what I assume is the sleeping area. He sits on his hammock and motions me to sit next to him.

"So we have rules here. First everyone does their part, no slackers. Second, never hurt another glader. We have to trust each other. Lastly, never go outside the glade, unless you're a runner." He tells me.

"What's a runner?" I ask curiously.

"Runners, well mostly myself and Minho, are the ones who go into the Maze. We run through it everyday."

"Even though you just got here it already feels like we've known each other for years." Thomas chuckles rubbing the back of my hand with his rough callused fingertips.

"I honestly feel the exact same way. I'm trying to remember if it was possible that I know you, but my mind's just drawing a blank." I confess looking around, my eyes finding Teresa once more. She's standing near a boy with sandy blonde hair who's trying to get a stump out of the ground. I see her eyes giving me a mean glare and I gulp slightly looking away.

"You okay?" Thomas asks me looking towards where I was looking then back at me.

"I-I don't think Teresa likes me that much." I say rubbing my face and a sigh escapes my lips.