being the only girl in the glade was torture. most boys ignored you or antagonised you. you preferred to be left alone, conversing mostly with newt, alby, and to your disdain, minho, the keeper of the runners.

you were working in the gardens today with the trackhoes. the runners still weren’t back, but you didn’t mind. it was quieter without them.

suddenly, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your shoulders and pull you into a sweaty chest.