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No one's POV
Clarke climbed out of her tent and looked around. Everyone was walking by her and talking, guns slung across their backs. She sighed and started toward the pod.
"What's wrong, Princess?" Clarke turned around.
"Nothing's wrong, Bellamy. Except we need more seaweed. Jasper will need it for that spear wound he has." Bellamy frowned but looked over my shoulder.
"Octavia, Finn, come here." They walked over Finn glaring at him, Octavia following with a saddened glance.
"Finn, take Clark to that river and get some seaweed. Octavia I need you to help with Jasper in the Pod. But don't visit that Grounder, got it?" Octavia nodded and started toward the Pod while Finn and Clarke went to get their packs.
"Clarke, be careful…we need you here." She looked up at him and nodded.
"Yeah, because I'm the doctor here, right?" She walked past him and grabbed the heavy bag heaving onto her back and met with Finn at the gate.
Finn POV
I followed Clarke and listened for any sound of Grounders but didn't hear anything. She walked careful and her beautiful blonde waves glowed every time she stepped over a log or tree root.
"We're almost there." Her tone was so bland I almost didn't recognize it.
"Clarke, what's wrong?" I reached out and put my hand on her shoulder. She shook her head and I felt a pang of hurt in my chest. Does she not trust me enough to tell me? I love her but does she love me? Or Bellamy? God I hate Bellamy. Then we saw a bright light flash across the sky like a meteor.
"It's from the Ark!" She smiled and turned running to where it landed.
Octavia's POV
The bright light flashed across the sky and I ran out brushing my dark hair from my eyes. Is the Ark finally going to help us? I ran inside and yelled that the Ark was sending a ship down and everyone who could walk ran out. I smirked and climbed the latter.
"Lincoln, are you okay?" I pulled out a rag and dipped it into a bin of water and wiped some blood off of him then cut the thick ropes keeping him there. "Please leave Lincoln." He looked at me and nodded when Bellamy came up.
"Octavia!" He marched over pure anger radiating off of him.
"No, Bellamy, Just let him leave." I ran in front of him and looked him in the eyes, angry brown meeting sad caramel, and then his dark brown softened to a soft chocolate color.
"Octavia… No. He is not to be trusted." That was it. He crossed the line.
"God Bellamy, You're not to be trusted! You go around and sleep with pretty much every girl here, and you tortured an innocent man! What is wrong with you?" He just stared at me and I stormed past him climbing down the latter when I slipped and fell. Then everything around me started to vanish into darkness except for Bellamy's heart shattering cry.