Ever since you had escaped the ‘safe facility’ with Thomas, Newt, Minho, Frypan, Winston and Teresa, you had met two people: Brenda and Jorge. It started off a bit rocky, but anyone with two brain cells could tell you and Brenda were in love with eachother.

After escaping a building, you had gotten separated. You and the others, Brenda and Thomas. You were all looking for Marcus, and let’s just say Brenda and Thomas had gotten there before you.

Because you got there just in time to see Brenda and Thomas kissing. But Thomas was imagining he was kissing Teresa.

And Brenda saw you watching.

God, you were so stupid. As if Brenda would love you. You were a girl.

You’d brought them back to a safe-ish place so Jorge could talk to Marcus (torture him) and so Thomas could get better as he had fainted from whatever he had drunk. Brenda took this is an opportunity to awkwardly sit down beside you.

“Hey. Are you… okay?” she looked over at you, and then averted her gaze in shame. She knew she would have to tell you about the kiss soon. And that she had imagined that it was you, not Thomas.