001. GREENIE

          IT HAD BEEN three years since Evelyn's arrival in the Glade. Three years since she was thrown into another strange world and forced to survive with supplies only given every month from the people who sent them there in the first place. As much as she stresses her hatred for the Glade, and the large walls caging them in, throughout the last year, she'd started to find it somewhat comforting. She'd begun finding peace in the quiet spots and actually enjoying the occasional run through the maze on days when she wasn't dragged from her hammock.

Unfortunately, the boys surrounding her everyday hadn't seen much of a change in her behaviour towards them. It was no secret she only had a few she actually liked whilst some others were simply acquaintances and the rest she disliked. But for every boy she disliked, there was always reason. She was one to hold a grudge forever.. So any comment any of them made about her, she would remember and make a point not to like that boy's presence. Newt constantly reminds the new greenie's that if they want to be her friend, or just no someone she hates, it's best for them to just not speak to her directly until she's comfortable speaking first.

As she jogs through the maze with her combat boots thudding on the ground as she moves, two of her favourite boys follow behind them, their choked breaths getting heavier the more they try to catch up with her. Moments before, she'd just won yet another race against them. Once had they beat her, and only because they tripped her over with a vine.

"I hate you, Eve," Minho grumbles lowly, digging his heels into the cobbled floor and slumping against the ivy covered wall, forcing the group to take a break.

Evelyn laughs gently, rolling her eyes at her best friend before she reaches over and pats his shoulder, "You love me really," She smirks, "Ben seems to be doing fine."

"No," the blonde boy coughs roughly in protest whilst smashing his fist against his chest in an attempt to stop his choking. He shakes his head once he's regained his breath slightly, "No, I'm not. It's not necessary for us to run so far every-shucking-day."

Minho was Evelyn's best friend and Ben was just as close with her; the three of them being a sort of trio within the group of Gladers. The both of them were the two boy's who never seemed bothered about her gender. Minho would joke and tease her, but that was just to annoy her and he never ever really thought that she was inferior. Occasionally, she would hear the both of them arguing for her with the other boy's whenever any one said anything out of line about her. She'd act like she needed them to do so, just to keep them happy.

"We're never gonna find the exit out of here if we only run a few hundred metres every day, Ben," Evelyn chuckles, "Plus, you need the exercise." She begins to jog slowly away, turning around to face them but she continues to move backwards. Her arms lift up slightly and she uses her fingers to motion for them to follow her.

"Was that a fat joke?" Ben's face pulls up in confusion as his head turns to Minho, "Did she just call me fat?"

Minho pushes away from the wall, "You ain't fat, man. She's saying you're stamina is shit," He pats Ben's shoulder before they both break off into a gentle jog after the girl who's already way ahead.

The trio had been running together for a while, and every once a month, Alby would join, even though he told the other Gladers that he had a rule about only two runners going through the gates. Occasionally, only two would go, giving someone a break and it would alternate daily.

"New greenie today," Ben splutters once the two boys are finally able to run by Evelyn's sides.

"He should already be there," Minho replies, "Hopefully the shank is a runner, 'cause I'm getting too old to be doing this so much."

"You're still a teenager, Minho," Evelyn tuts as the trio round the last sharp corner, "And, the greenie might be a she."

"I highly doubt it," He pushes the back of his hand across his forehead, getting rid of the sweat building up on his hairline, "You were the second person to ever come into the Glade, and ever since then it's just been men, so it's a he."

As she's reminded of her arrival in the Glade, she also remembers how Newt took her spot as second in command because she proved to be too immature and reckless for the role. At the time, she argued about it being due to her gender, but now she couldn't be bothered about it. Her life is so much easier without having to watch over anyone like a parent, and the more she thinks about it she realises that she would be awful for the job.

"Men?" Evelyn scoffs, "I think you mean boys. One day, another girl will come up in that box."

Finally, the three runners reach the large expanse of green grass and their jogs slow slightly as each of them release a sigh of relief. A few of the Gladers wave over and Ben is the only one to return the gesture with a forced smile on his face while his two friends' faces look like they've just been through hell.

"Home, sweet home," Ben sings in an attempt to make them seem more approachable. If the new greenie is around anywhere, he won't feel very welcomed by their scowls.

"There he is," Minho nudges Evelyn, jerking his head towards the new dark haired boy stood beside Chuck watching the runners approach, "Told you," He teases.

"You're a child," She snaps, infuriated that he was right again.

Minho smirks, not bothering to retort to her comment and instead he nods at the small boy, "Hey, Chuck. New Greenie, huh?"

"How does it feel to be promoted?" Ben questions him, as the two boys pass.

"Feels great, Ben," Chuck sends him a small shy wave.

Minho and Ben continue on with their jog towards the huts, while Evelyn transitions into a walk until she comes to a stop in front of the youngest Glader. Beside her, the new greenie's eyes are burning into her face and she refrains from snapping at him to stop.

Chuck turns back around, his eyes meeting Evelyn's slightly exposed chest before he looks up at her properly, "Oh, hey, Evelyn."

She nods in greeting, "Hi, Curls. You finished carving my knives yet?"

The small fourteen year old boy opposite her has only been in the Glade for a month. Due to his young age and innocence, she decided to be slightly more gentle with him than the other boys. After watching him for afar, she'd soon realised that he's amazing at wood carving, so she'd asked him if he'd like to carve a decoration into the handles of throwing knives.

Chuck reaches a hand up to the back of his neck, scratching it gently and his eyes drift down to the floor guiltily, "Nearly."

She tilts her head and her curious eyes roam his face to figure out the truth. She sighs, "They're nowhere near done, are they?"

"Nope," He glances back up at her, "I'm sorr—"

"It's okay. Just have them done by the day after tomorrow, please," She pats his shoulder before moving to walk around him but the new greenie has other plans, stepping abruptly in front of her to stop her from leaving.

Her face falls from the previous soft expression she had just put on as she spoke to Chuck. She inspects the new boy opposite her as he rushes to speak. Her eyes wander over his face and his familiar expressions. She'd seen him before somewhere. Possibly in her dreams, or nightmares, as she likes to call them. Immediately, she dislikes the confusing feeling growing in her stomach as she looks at him.

The greenie takes the short moment to take in the girl in front of him. Her fake brunette hair falling perfectly over her shoulders and her pink lips slightly open while she takes deep breaths, still feeling the effects from her run. His eyes travel further down her body, noticing her toned muscles and the amount of knives dug into her runner harness.

"Are you the only gi—"

"Move," Evelyn deadpans, her eyes burning right back into his furiously. He had once chance to ask a good question, and ruined it by asking about the fact that she's the only girl.

He flinches at her unnecessarily rude tone before he's being shoved to the side by her shoulder as she leaves, not saying another word to either of the boys.

"Who's that?" The greenie questions Chuck as they both turn to watch while she pulls her harness off her body as she continues walking.

"Evelyn," Chuck answers, "She doesn't like greenies much. Newt told me it's because of a few bad experiences. You'll have to grow on her."

"Is she the only girl here?" The greenie asks another question. It's almost as if everyone word he's spoken since he arrived has been followed by a question mark.

Chuck nods, his legs kicking pointlessly at a tuft of grass in front of him, "Yeah. She was the second person to arrive up in the box, right after Alby."

"How— how—," The greenie finally turns back to Chuck now that Evelyn has disappeared out of sight after being pulled away by the Keeper of the builders, "How come they left? I thought no one was allowed to leave."

Sighing, Chuck replies, "I said we're not allowed to leave."

Inside the hut in the distance, Evelyn glares up at Gally with her hands resting on her hips, "Do you need help with something, or did you drag me in here to look cool?"

"Eve—"

Her jaw grinds, "Evelyn, to you."

His eyes roll, "I was just about to apologise. Evelyn, I am sorry, but it was only one prank!" He holds his index finger to make a point, "One!"

Suddenly, Evelyn grabs his finger, not giving him any thinking time before she twists it around harshly and causes a painful yell to pass his lips as he yanks his hand away from her.

"One prank that made my whole skin turn red and pink!" She snarls, stepping forward and shoving at his chest, "You and your builder buddies poured pigs blood on me while I was sleeping. I hardly ever sleep, and the one time I do, I'm awoken by your murder attempt."

While he cradles his finger in his other hand like a newborn baby, he bites his lip in an attempt to hold in his laugh at the remembrance of the prank. A strange noise escapes him, sounding like a bloom deflating, "It was not a murder attempt," He pushes out.

"You're a shank. . ." Her words trail off as her eyes moved over his shoulder and she spots the new greenie walking curiously towards the open maze doors. She groans, "Jesus christ." Quickly, she pushes past Gally, causing him to whirl around in confusion and rush closely behind her as he realises the situation.

She soon reaches the greenie, both of her palms pushing roughly at his chest and sending him backwards into the grass and mud. She stands over him as he grunts in pain. Her head tilts as she peers down at him, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Shaken by the shove, the greenie shoots up, scrambling away from Evelyn as his head whips back and forth, watching as a large form crowds around them.

"Alright, calm, calm, calm," Gally extends his arms out in front of him while the greenie moves around crazily.

He jumps away, "Don't touch me!"

"No one is, Greenie. At least not anymore," Evelyn raises a quizzical eyebrow at the strange boy in front of her, slightly weirded out by his antics.

"What the hell is wrong with you guys?" The greenie shouts, circling around and looking at everyone surrounding him.

Evelyn's face pulls up in annoyance, "I think you mean, what is wrong with you?" She snarls, resulting in Gally carefully pushing her behind him to remove her from the situation.

Due to Evelyn's temper fuse being short, Gally is typically the one having to watch and make sure she isn't pushed too far over the edge. It's happened far too many times when she's ended up being set off on some sort of furious rampage and that's when all the Gladers become terrified of her again. Gally tries to avoid such things from happening.

Newt limps over in a hurry, his eyes whipping between Evelyn and the greenie, noticing how the girl is glaring at the newbie with such distaste. An expression Newt has become extremely familiar with when it comes to the girl.

"I just wanna know what's out there!" The freebie continues to yell in desperation.

"We're just tryna protect you, man," Alby says calmly, having seen way too many greenie's send themselves crazy with the thoughts about the maze.

"You can't keep me here!" He continues to get more and more worked up.

Evelyn scoffs, "If it was up to me, Greenie, I'd happily let you wander yourself into the maze. Maybe it'll teach you a lesson, and it would make the rest of our lives easier without you asking a question every two seconds. But, unfortunately, it's not up to me. So, we can't let you leave," Her hands tuck into her cargo pants pockets.

He whirls around to face her, "Why not?"

Evelyn stays silent, letting the maze do all the talking. Rumbling fills the Glade and a harsh wind gushes down the entrance, blowing leaves and dust up into the Glader's faces. The doors slowly slide closed, and the noises eventually die down once the loud bang of the two doors connecting signifies that they're finally shut. The greenie stares at the sealed door, his mouth left agape in shock.

Once again, Evelyn rams her shoulder into her his as she passes him, "Next time, I'm gonna leave you to fucking die."

"Language, Eve!" Newt shouts after her loudly.

"Whatever!" She yells back carelessly and continues her walk towards the homestead so she can finally freshen up slightly.

Newt sighs, "That girl will be the death of me."

The greenie's eyes are pulled away from Evelyn when Alby's hand comes in contact with his shoulder.

"Welcome to the Glade," Alby whispers into his ear, while the rest of the Glader's return to their jobs, leaving the greenie staring at the large maze doors in astonishment.

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apologies for any mistakes
(i didn't proof read at all lmao)