You were the only girl in the Glade. 30 boys and only one girl. 30 Gladers and only one you. Since you were the only girl and, —by simple nature— girls were much more gentle and understanding than boys, it really was never a surprise the way the greenies always seemed to follow you around like lost puppies.

It was the case of the new greenie of this month —Thomas—, who had not been more than four days in the glade yet followed you around like a lost little puppy, his eyes always searching for you anywhere he was and the way he seemed to starve for any and all of your aproval and attention. It was the monthly bonfire night —to celebrate the arrival of the new greenie, Thomas—. The Gladers danced around the fire inbetween loud laughs and cheers, drinking the strong 'alcoholic' drink only Gally knew how to make as a way of celebrating. It was Thomas' first bonfire night, and Newt had given Thomas a few glasses of Gally's drink, and —in no time— the aloof and cautious greenie was already a wasted mess.

Newt had to brought him to you since Thomas wouldn't stop begging and whining for Newt to take him to you. The only girl in the Maze to whom he had barely even talked to during his four days of being in the Glade. And Newt, always the playful soul, didn't hesitate to comply his requests.

As soon as Thomas spotted you he quickly walked over to you —with clumsy steps— as he clung to you, burying his face in your shoulder and whining for your attention "gimme your attentionnn" he whined pitifully as he looked up at you with a drunken pout and glazed eyes, clinging to your waist —as he subcounsciously leaned the weight of his intoxicated body on yours "need your attentionn- need it-" he whined pathetically as he clung to you. Acting like a cute little needy puppy as his breath came out sounding more alike to whimpers than to huffs of air. While he tried to keep his drunken body close to yours in a completely desperate way.