Bellamy gazed around at the green world around him. He was leaned up against a tree, halfway between the dropship and the end of the clearing the landing had created. Earth was incredible he decided with a smirk. The air was so fresh and clean. Bellamy also realized that he felt no sense of constriction. That fact that there was an entire planet beneath his feet made him feel so free.

He turned his head toward Octavia where she lay in the grass, pulling up chunks of the stuff and throwing it over her head like confetti. He felt his heart swell looking at her. How many times in the last year had he wished to see her face and hear her voice. Bellamy realized that coming to Earth was by far the best decision he had ever made. However, he cringed when he thought of how he had gotten here. He straightened up and the thought of his sins, his face growing cold. Enough milling around Blake, he thought to himself. Time to get to work if he wanted to run things around here.

Without moving, Bellamy began to study the group of 100 teenagers before him. The demographic was definitely mostly guys, Bellamy thought he counted only 25 or so girls, including his sister. The group had already automatically begun to split itself into little packs. Bellamy noted 15 or so younger boys running around together, the oldest among them couldn't have been more than 15 years old. Then there were the 16 and 17 year old guys which looked like it was broken down by crime category. Bellamy could tell by the edgy way they stood and how their eyes shifted sketchily that a certain group of boys were a bit more sinister than the rest. His eyes narrowed as he continued to watch these boys. He glanced back at Octavia, still in the grass, and shifted his body slightly so that he was in between her and that group. Some girls had also congregated together, taking comfort in each other. Then there was a pack of darkly dressed boys by the tree line opposite of Bellamy. He recognized the face of John Murphy, a known trouble maker from the Ark. Bellamy's eyes scanned this group of about 10 boys. They were much less sketchy but still seemed tough. Yes, he thought. They would do just perfectly.

Scanning the crowd once more he noticed a brunette girl appear from around the dropship. She was olive skinned like himself, although much less prominent. She walked up to Clarke Griffin and although Bellamy couldn't hear what they were saying he assumed it was pleasantries. He continued to watch this duo, his interest piqued. Wells Jaha also joined their midst and Bellamy became slightly uncomfortable. He had no idea the Chancellors son was a part of the 100 sent to the ground. He shifted on his feet.

"Octavia" he called back, turning as he did so. She looked at him with her sharp blue eyes and Bellamy felt himself soften from his previous tension.

"C'mon, lets go see what Jaha and the blonde are plotting."

Octavia pouted her lips.

"Ugh Bell why? They suck let's stay over here, who cares what they're doing."

Bellamy realized she would have a point, if he didn't have bigger plans than to just run around and play games. Sudden movement caught both the siblings eyes. The group led by John Murphy had surged forward, heading straight towards Jaha, Clarke, the brunette and a boy with goggles. Octavia was by his side in a second, her eyes lighting up with delight at the scene unfolding. Always the drama queen, Bellamy thought. They both walked forward as well, sticking near the tree line so not to walk directly into the impending confrontation. They arrived in time to hear Wells exclaim exasperatedly "We're just trying to find out where we are"

Bellamy bit the side of his mouth in a flash of anger. Who the hell put Jaha in change?

"We're on the ground, isn't that good enough?" Bellamy said loudly, making sure to bite back his anger and sound neutral with just a hint of something darker. Wells turned towards Bellamy and Octavia and seemed annoyed. He started towards the two siblings, his face tense.

"We need to find Mount Weather, you heard my fathers message, that has to be our first priority."

Before Bellamy could answer Octavia snapped "Screw your father."

Bellamy gave O a sideways glance before turning his steely gaze back to Wells, who was now joined by Clarke Griffin.

"What? You think you're in charge here?" Octavia continued, her voice growing colder. "You and your little princess?" she finished with a sneer. Although Bellamy genuinely didn't think Wells was the type to attack anyone, let alone a girl, he shifted slightly to put himself in front of Octavia just a hair.

"Do you think we care who's in charge?" Clarke asked Octavia incredulously. "We need to get to Mount Weather and not because the Chancellor told us to. How long do you think we'll last without those supplies? We're looking at a 20 mile trek and if we want to make it before sundown, we need to leave now."

Clarke's voice had gotten stronger and more convincing throughout her little speech. Bellamy quickly glanced around and noticed kids looking around nervously, adjusting their bodies so they were slightly angled towards Clarke.

No fucking way, Bellamy thought. There was no way he was going to let some toe-headed girl have the control over this group.

He smirked once before loudly stating "I got a better idea. You two go. Find it for us. Let the privileged do the hard work for once." Most of the group chimed in a Yeah! And Bellamy felt himself ease up a bit. The ball was back on his field.

It was then he noticed the brunette girl who had originally been with Clarke and Wells had her gaze locked on him. Her eyes were light colored, though he couldn't quite see from the distance, he thought maybe grey. She had a wide, angular face with high cheek bones and full lips. In the back of his mind Bellamy noted she was very attractive, but he was too busy concentrating on the fact that her gaze was unwavering to give it much thought. He could almost feel her calculating and scrutinizing him as her cool eyes flickered from one side of his face to the other. He realized she was sizing him up.

A flash of movement ripped his eyes from her. Murphy had kicked out Wells leg, sending him flying backwards. Wells landed with and oomf and struggled to get back up, clearly favoring one leg. Clarke surged forward but was quickly held back by some of Murphy's followers. A dark body moved quickly in Bellamy's peripheral vision and he turned to see the girl who had been staring at him earlier was holding a decent sized rock up and had her arm cocked back, aiming directly at Murphy. She was behind the group of boys, so no one had seen her movement except Bellamy. Now her steely gaze was locked on Murphy.

Bellamy opened his mouth to usher a warning but was beaten by a sudden body jumping off the ship between Wells and Murphy. Spacewalker quickly made it apparent that if Murphy wanted a fight with Wells at that moment, he had to go through him.

Bellamy made no move to stop this. He honestly couldn't give a shit about Wells and that was the truth. He looked back at where the girl was and noticed her arm had dropped but she still clutched the rock, eyeing the rapidly diffusing scene tensely. She turned to him once more and her expression was dark and suspicious. Bellamy felt slightly uncomfortable, as if she was seeing right through his clothes and looking at his underwear. Finally, she dropped the rock and turned without a word, heading towards where Clarke was examining Wells ankle. Bellamy let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding in. Finally not under her scrutinizing gaze, he could think again.