I stare helplessly at Finn as he holds the beautiful girl in his arms, totally shocked. Then she kisses him. I turn away and wince. Clearly, they know each other.
"Raven." he breathes after he pulls away. She wraps her arms around him and holds onto him. Finn quickly looks up at me, eyes filled with apology and concern.
I can't believe this is happening. There's so much swirling around in my head, so much pain and betrayal. I have enough to worry about; I don't need this. I force myself to meet his gaze. He looks so sorry. Sorry my ass. I turn away before he sees my watery eyes. I can't take this. There's no point in me sticking around any longer. I leave Finn and Raven, who I haven't even heard of, to go back to camp.
As I head back to camp, I try to hurry so Finn can't catch up to me. I don't want to see him. What an ass. I shake the thought of him out of my head. I have more important things to worry about. I have to find a way to contact the Ark, gather intel on the grounders, and keep the rest of the 100 from killing each other. Now that all of our bracelets are fried, making contact with the Ark is our number one priority. Bellamy hyping up everyone else doesn't help, either. He's a dumbass. He thinks we can fend for ourselves. Jesus, no one gets it. Now that all of our damn bracelets are off, the Ark is going to think we're all dead. No one is going to come down and send help. We're screwed.
I make it back to camp and everyone swarms around me. They're asking about the pod, who/what was it in, if it had any supplies, where Finn is. Annoyed, I swat their hands away and bark at them to get back to work. I'm so overwhelmed. I don't know what to do.
I look up and see Bellamy's tent. I storm in and see some half-naked girl. She screams and quickly her hands go over her chest. Oh please, like I care.
"Get out. Now." I say to her, entralled. She hastily bends down to grab her clothes and runs out of the tent.
Bellamy stands up and raises his arms defensively. "Fine, you caught me. I killed the radio. What's done is done."
"I don't give a shit about the damn radio, Bellamy. You already cut the line. It's over. I- I just need time to process."
"Process what? Clarke, are you okay?" He looks at me with concern.
I start pacing the tent. My hands are balled up into fists. "I can't believe he did this to me. I can't believe this. I'm so pissed off right now, you have no idea. You know what? I'm gonna take my hands and wring them around his little neck and then I'm gonna-"
"Woah, princess, slow down. What the hell is going on?" Bellamy grabs my shoulders and shakes them. He staring at me so intently, searching my eyes. Not thinking at all, I kiss him.
Startled, he pulls away. "Clarke," he says, "do you know what you're doing?" I nod instantly. "Listen, princess, because I don't think you do. Aren't you and Finn, uh, a thing or something?"
"There is nothing between me and Finn." I enunciate. To prove how serious I am, I take off my shirt off and toss it onto the floor.
Bellamy immediately pulls me towards him and starts kissing my neck. As he leads me down to his bed, I pull his shirt over his head. He starts to bite along my collarbone, and I let out a little moan. I can feel him practically smirking on my neck. He quickly kicks off his jeans and I straddle his hips. I trace a line with my tongue down his toned chest. I can feel his erection through his boxers as he grabs my ass. I kiss Bellamy's chest down to his stomach and let my fingers graze just inside the elastic of his boxers.
This is a bad idea.
Bellamy rolls off of me, panting. My skin is hot. I clutch the thin blanket on my chest and bite my lip. Well, that just happened. As I get up and start to get dressed, Bellamy looks up at me.
"Hey, are you okay?" he says to me quietly.
I avoid eye contact. While buttoning my pants I reply, "I'm fine." Before I leave, I scan the floor to see if I've left anything.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
I finally look at Bellamy. He must be so confused. I shake my head softly, then step out of the tent.
Deciding that doing work is the best way to keep my mind busy, I go to the dropship to check on Monty. Octavia's with him. They're hovering over a dead bracelet.
"Any luck?" I ask. They turn their heads and Octavia offers me a small smile.
Monty scratches his head. "Sorry, Clarke," he says sheepishly, "I can't get them back on. I really messed up, man." Frustrated, he throws the bracelet at the wall.
Octavia puts her hand on his shoulder. "Monty, it wasn't your fault, alright? I don't know how many times I need to say that. We'll find another way to contact the Ark, don't worry." She gets up from where they were sitting. "Well, I'm off. Clarke, I'm going out for a walk, so please don't tell Bell."
I nod. "Be careful, then. Watch out for grounders." As she climbs down the ladder, I take her seat on the floor next to Monty. "She's right, you know. Don't freak out about the bracelets. You should listen to her more." I tell him.
"Yeah, well, maybe I should take a tip or two from Jasper instead and get speared right in the chest. Seems to get the girl, anyways."
I laugh. "She is pretty, I'll give you that. You'd have to get pass Bellamy first, though."
"Speaking of Bellamy, I heard he cut out the freaking radio in the pod and tossed it. Do you want me to help you find it?"
"We'll gather up a search team; you can come if you want. I think it floated downstream, so we'll follow the river."
"Man, I hope it's not waterlogged. It'll take twice as long to fix it. I have no idea what we're working with, though. I'm no mechanic."
"Well, Finn's got that covered." I mutter.
Monty raises his eyebrows at me. I tell him to forget it, when all of a sudden I hear yelling outside. My head perks up and Monty looks at me with widened eyes.
AN: Recently I've been totally addicted to The 100, as in the tv show. I had no idea that there's a book series on this, so I'll definitely be adding that to my future reading list. I'm halfway through season 2, so if you've seen further no spoilers please! This is going to be a short series, probably only like two or three chapters. x
