You had been in the Glade for a few months now, and you were quick to discover you were the only girl, as well as one of the youngest.

Thomas, Minho and Newt were quick to adopt you into their little group, looking after you as you adjusted to the Glade.

But your curiosity got the best of you.

You had snuck into the Maze one afternoon, only managing to walk a few feet before Gally noticed you in there, dragging you out roughly.

He pushed you against the grass, his yelling attracting the attention of some other Gladers, who gathered around to watch.

Minho realised who Gally was yelling at, grabbing Thomas and Newt from the garden and rushing over, pushing through the crowd of boys.

Gally was still looming over you, looking less than pleased. “What the hell is wrong with you?! That’s our one rule, stay out of the Maze!”

Thomas snapped, storming over and shoving Gally roughly away from you, getting in his face. Minho stood behind him, making sure it didn’t get to physical, yet still gave Gally a disappointed glare. Newt sighed, helping you up off the grass, checking you over for injuries.

Gally and Thomas were caught in an intense stare down, neither willing to be the first to break it. After a moment, Minho and Newt shared a look, Minho reaching out and pulling Thomas back before it got too heated.

“Gally, what’s the reason for you shoving and yelling at some poor girl?” Newt questioned, his British accent thick as he hung an arm loosely around your shoulders, Minho dragging Thomas away from Gally, standing behind you.

“Reason?! She went in the Maze!” Gally hissed, pointing an accusing finger at you as he glared.

“We’ve all been in the Maze. She was bound to do it sooner or later.” Minho stated, his voice deadpan as he reluctantly released his hold on Thomas, standing behind you.

Gally scoffed, stepping closer to you, only to pause halfway upon seeing the three boys stand protectively behind you, almost like dobermans.

“Back off, Gally.”