CHAPTER THREE
OCTAVIA POV
Thomas showed me everything that day, and introduced me to other Gladers. He showed me where my room is. It was simple. I wooden little place, with a bed and a counter.
I knew where we ate, where we met up for the nights, and where the farms were.
The first job I was doing was the Builder's job. I wasn't great at it. Then the Runner's, which I was obviously very good at.
It has been three weeks. Thomas and I haven't spoken much, but only because of his Runner duties, and my training. He said he has two days off starting tomorrow. As I walked around the Glade, I thought about Thomas. Do I like him? Will I get more close? I brushed the thought away. There was no way. My thoughts were interrupted by some one calling my name.
"Hey, Octavia," Thomas called, as he ran towards me.
"Hey," I said as he caught up.
"So. I was thinking maybe we could hang out?" Thomas let out a huge sigh after he said it.
"Uh...," I teased.
"Oh no. I'm sorry I shouldn't have-"
"No, no," I interrupted. "I was kidding! I'd love to hang out! When and where?"
Thomas answered happily, "Tomorrow night. I will find you."
"Sounds great," I concluded.
"Good," Thomas said. "I'll see you, OK?"
"OK."
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Later that day, I went to the building where my room was, and right before I entered I heard Newt talking.
"What do you mean? I'm sure she is gonna love you!" he said.
"I don't know, I was acting weird, and I don't know what to do tomorrow night! I'm so dumb!" It was Thomas.
"Do you like her?" Newt asked.
"Yea, I guess." My heart stopped.
"Be yourself, you are awesome!"
"OK, but I am blaming you if she hates me," Thomas joked.
The night of our "date" with Thomas came. I was very nervous. I brushed out my hair the best I could, and was waiting by my building until I saw him. He was walking towards me, and he was wearing a nice white shirt. His hair was combed, and he had his regular pants on.
"Hey, you look great," he complimented me.
"You, too," I said. We stared into each other's eyes for a moment. Then Thomas broke the silence and said, "So, what shall we do tonight?"
I raised my eyebrows at him and grinned. "You don't have anything planned? Wow, you are so great at first dates," I teased. He laughed.
"This is a date?" he asked.
"Could be," I replied quietly.
About an hour later, we were sitting at the edge of the woods. The bonfire was about fifty feet away from us. Everyone was eating and having a good time. Thomas and I were talking about our personalities.
"So you are like, a fast runner?" Thomas asked curiously.
"Yea," I said.
"That's awesome! You could be a Runner!" he said excitedly.
"Well, I'm sure I'd be great at it, but not as great as you," I commented.
"What are you talking about about?"
I looked at him, and poked his arm. "You survived a night with some Grievers!"
"Oh, that," Thomas said with a chuckle. "Newt filled you in?"
"Yep."
"Ah."
We sat there for a moment staring at each other. I wanted to kiss him. I didn't even know how such a wild thought could come across my mind. But it did. Although it was probably Gally's drink I had earlier. Thomas looked away. God dammit, I thought. Definitely the drink. I sat there for a moment and then I couldn't hold it anymore. I put a hand on his cheek, turned him towards me and kissed him. It was a long, calm kiss. It felt so good. I wanted to keep going. Thomas pulled away.
"What was that?" he asked quietly.
"I-I'm really sorry, I-" I was cut off. He leaned in and kissed me. It was so passionate, and romantic. We just kept going. His hands were in my hair and my hands were on his chest. I think it was my happiest time in the Glade.