Sooo, I'm back from NY and ready to start posting again! I gotta say even though my trip was pretty fun, I really missed this story and you guys! :)
Also, I just realized in the last chapter's A/N I said that I was going to start updating on June 2nd again even though I meant June 1st, so today, idk how I managed to mess that one up, haha.
Anyways, I hope you didn't forget about me and this story entirely during the horrible hiatus I put you through (which I will be forever sorry for ;D) and will keep reading what is going on with our faves. Enjoy this chapter :)
After a restless night and an exhausting day, Bellamy returned to the living room to find some food. This morning Nigel and Raven had told him that they needed at least one more day to fix their car. Apparently it hadn't been in the best condition when they got it and the way they had been driving around and using it, had not helped in any way. They couldn't do magic and he needed to stop hovering and pushing or it would just take even longer, to quote Raven. So he had decided to kill some time by looking around the area, practicing his fighting skills and making a trip to the local farm house which was surprisingly still intact to refill Raven and Nigel's fruit stock.
After what had happened the previous night, Bellamy had decided that putting some distance between himself and Clarke would be best for both of them. Especially since he had not been able to get the picture of her out of his head. The way she had walked around the room without any pants on had already been tempting him. And then when she leaned forward and kissed him all of his rational thinking had stopped working. What she could do to him was insane and he was completely helpless. The way his heart beat when she was so close to him was nothing he had ever felt before around any girl. His words afterwards could definitely have had her taking it in the wrong way. He sounded like some dumb founded love sick twelve year old who wanted his crush to love him for who he was and not simply take him because her crush didn't want her.
Dammit. It made him sound way too vulnerable. She already sensed and noticed too many of his emotions and it seemed to be way too easy for her to be able to look straight through his mask. Just like now, he was already spending too much time thinking about her again. Bellamy Blake didn't stay up late, thinking about a girl, he didn't go about his day with a girl always in the back of his mind. What the hell was wrong with him?
He shook his head while going through the shelves, looking for some snack he could eat before returning to his room to go to bed.
"Clarke! Wait!" Bellamy stopped. Finn's voice sounded from the hallway.
"I really don't have time to talk right now." Clarke answered, her steps coming towards the living room.
"Hey! Are you serious? It's almost ten at night and literally everyone is in their rooms. What is there that is so important that you can't spare me five minutes of your time?"
She groaned. "Okay, maybe I don't really want to talk to you right now."
"Listen, I'm sorry, I…"
"Spare me with the apology, Finn. We weren't committed to each other, nothing happened between us, so you don't owe me anything."
It wasn't like Bellamy to eavesdrop. He knew he shouldn't do it either. He should grab some food and then leave but the temptation was just too high. Maybe spacewalker would give him an acceptable excuse to punch him in the face now? If he hadn't dislike him before already, he would have started after what he did to Clarke.
"Please… I don't even want you to say anything, I just want you to listen to me…"
Clarke sighed but apparently gave in since after a few seconds of silence, he continued: "I honestly thought I would never see Raven again, okay? If I had had any idea that she was still alive, I would never have… You know?"
"What? Flirted with me? Tried to kiss me? Pretended to like me?"
"What? No! Clarke! I really like you! No lies, no secrets. And I know that if anything, I wouldn't regret anything with you…"
Bellamy had to fight to keep himself from making a gaging noise. What the hell was going on in this boy's head?
"Finn…"
"Hey…" He sounded softer now and Bellamy guessed he had stepped closer to her. "I don't know about you, Clarke, but I can't get you out of my head just like that."
"I'm sorry, Finn, but I can't."
"Why? Is it because of him?"
Bellamy tensed. It wasn't hard to imagine who spacewalker was referring to.
"What do you mean?" Clarke sounded reversed, careful almost. Bellamy didn't know what to think of that.
"I saw Bellamy leave your room last night."
"So?"
"So?! What is going on between you two now?"
"Why do you care?"
"I just… Just tell me, Clarke."
"It's none of your business, Finn."
"Bellamy is bad for you!"
That almost made Bellamy jump around the corner but he forced himself to stay calm and simply balled his fists. Who the hell did he think he was?!
"Oh really? That's funny coming from you!"
"Oh come one! You know him! He is unpredictable! He is impulsive, irresponsible, self-serving. He cares about no one but himself, he is…"
"Oh my God! Would you listen to yourself?! Shut up!" Clarke defended him. To be honest, he hadn't expected that but it made him feel good. It gave him a warm feeling and he grinned a little despite himself and the situation.
"I'm just trying to be a good friend."
"No. You know what you are being right now? A jealous boyfriend!"
"Clarke…" Finn started again but Bellamy had heard enough. He didn't want to wait any longer and leave Clarke in such a situation. Spacewalker was a pain in the ass and he prayed she was actually starting to realize and believe it now too. To make his presence known to the two arguing in the hallway, he made a point in opening the door and stepping outside. Both of them shut up immediately, jumping around. For a moment Bellamy's eyes locked with Finn's, a silent warning, or was it a threat, exchanged between them before Bellamy focused on Clarke. "There you are. I was looking for you."
"Yeah, I was just going to…" She trailed off, making a vague hand movement. "It's not important."
"Okay. Well, I actually need to talk to you in private, so if you're free…" He motioned towards the stairs and obvious relief showed on Clarke's face as she nodded. "Yeah, sure."
"Great." Bellamy moved to put a hand on her lower back before she looked at the other boy one more time. "Would you mind if we talk some other time?"
Even though the disapproval was clearly visible on his face, he shook his head. "No, of course not."
"Great. Let's go." Bellamy didn't remove his hand while he guided her upstairs and towards her room.
As soon as they were inside, Clarke let out a deep breath and fell face first onto her bed. "Thank you."
He chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched her. "You're welcome."
She turned back around just to be able to look at him again. "Did you listen long?"
He shook his head instinctively. Surely Clarke wouldn't appreciate it if he was eavesdropping. "Just tuned in at the part of me being impulsive, irresponsible and self-serving." He was meaning to bring it across as a joke but he couldn't quite keep all the bitterness out of his voice.
Clarke sighed, sitting up straight. "Then you also heard that I disagreed. You are neither of these things."
He shrugged a little. "I don't really care what spacewalker thinks anyways."
She sighed but obviously decided to drop the topic which he was glad about as well. Talking about the other boy or his opinion of Bellamy or anything alike could never bring anything good. "So, was there actually something you wanted to talk to me about or were you literally just saving me?"
He paused to watch her. The images of her of the previous night were still something he couldn't get out of his head. He still had a very clear view of her dancing around him in her underwear, at least partially. The closeness between them was still lingering on every inch of his skin. He had left last night because he wasn't sure how strong he could have stayed if she had kept kissing him, and kept touching him, and started grinding on his lap. He bit his lip. Hell, as badly as he had tried to fight these feelings and desires, as badly had he failed. His fingers were twitching to touch her again. His ears wanted to hear her moan his name again. His lips wanted to taste hers against them again. He closed his eyes for a short moment. Was it really Clarke who was putting spacewalker in between them? Wasn't it rather himself who kept throwing stones in their way? Maybe for now all he could have with her were silent nights together and at daylight they would just go back to being friends, partners. He should take what he could get.
"Actually…" He started walking towards the bed again, his eyes never leaving her body. He wasn't sure where this was going right now or in general but for once, he wanted to stop thinking. He wanted things to not be complicated. He just wanted her. He dropped down on his knees in front of her, their eyes still locked. He couldn't keep the ghost of a grin of his face entirely at her expecting, almost careful eyes. She was probably as torn and scared as he was but sometimes the only way to get forward was to do the thing you were most scared of.
"There is something I wanted to do…" He whispered before leaning forward and kissing her. Without any hesitation she started returning the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck. He grinned wider into the kiss. Tension he hadn't even been aware of holding fell of his shoulders as his hands found their way around her legs to push her up a little on further back onto the bed so he could fit on it too. Just like last time, once he started kissing her, he never wanted to stop. Or for that matter, ever kiss anyone else again. When he was with her, it just felt so different. It felt special and as cheesy and cliché as it sounded, he was glad it never worked out with anyone else before.
Their kisses grew more passionate, tongues involved and low moans every now and then. When he finally broke the kiss to get some air, he let his hand travel further down from her side to the button of her jeans. He wasn't sure how far Clarke was willing to go but he was ready to test the limits. While fumbling with the bottom, he let his head drop towards her neck to place kisses there, remembering just too well how she had reacted last time. Even though her breath quickened and she couldn't hide her enjoyment at all, her hands caught his at her pants.
"Wait…" She breathed and he stopped, looking up at her. "I thought you said…" She didn't finish the sentence but there was no need to. Both of them were still more than aware of his latest words.
"Screw what I said, Clarke. I want this. I want you. As long as that's what you want too… I don't want to waste any more time…"He admitted. He wasn't entirely sure what she wanted but he didn't want to have any regrets anymore. He wanted her and there was no reason to hide it. If she wasn't ready, he would accept it but he didn't want to be the reason they couldn't do this anymore. To his relief, a happy grin spread on her face and she nodded. "Of course, this is what I want."
She placed her hands at his cheeks and he leaned into them almost instantly. "I want you too." At these words he leaned forward again, their lips meeting and his hands continued their work. It didn't take him too long anymore until he had finally succeeded and she helped him getting her jeans off of her. It was a relief to be able and allowed to touch her naked skin today and he was immediately making use of that. His fingertips trailing over her legs, drawing shapeless patterns on her thighs. Her fingers dug into his hair and she moaned against his lips.
It was easy, almost too easy and his movements were almost too steady, too knowing as his second hand found its way under the hem of her shirt, lightly touching the line of her panties. She gasped for air a little, like she already knew what was going to come. Both of them were growing more and more comfortable with their position, calmer and steadier in their actions. Bellamy leaned over a little, so his mouth was right next to her ear. "Spread your legs, Princess."
She didn't need to be told twice as her thighs moved away from each other. Bellamy couldn't stop himself from grinning. Seeing her like this was making his blood flow somewhere else than his head too though. Everything about the blonde girl in front of him was just so appealing. Starting from her hair, moving on to her face, her blue eyes, her tiny nose, her rosé lips, further down covering her breasts, her stomach, and her legs. There was nothing about her he disliked and if he could, he would have placed kisses on every little bit of skin on her body, just like last time. A woman like Clarke deserved to be worshipped.
"Bellamy…" There was an urgent edge to her voice, pleading him to keep going since he was taking his sweet time just enjoying the sight of her.
"Easy, Princess. There is no need to rush this." His lips made their way from behind her ear further down until he dropped them down on her shoulder, his hand still stroking the soft skin beneath her belly button. This time he wanted things to be slower, more intense, especially if they couldn't really have sex again.
"Don't you think we should get rid of this?" He asked, as he pulled Clarke's shirt even further up. She nodded hastily. They pulled her shirt over her head together. The only pieces of clothes left on her now were a black bra and matching panties. Bellamy hovered above her once more, just taking in the sight of her.
"What? You like what you see?" She teased, mirroring the words he had said to her during the first time they have had sex.
He laughed a little while nodding. "I guess you could say it like that."
She rolled her eyes before he started kissing her again. Her mouth, her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone. The way her breathing changed turned him on so badly and this time he was the one who couldn't suppress a moan. Finally his mouth found her breasts. With his hands, he pushed away the fabric. At first he was being gentle, placing innocent, light kisses on her skin, breathing out warmly against it but soon enough he started sucking on her skin there, letting his tongue dance around her stiff nipples and enclosing his lips around them too. Clarke's louder moans at that made him keep going as she rolled to the side a bit to remove her bra as well. When he finally moved up again to kiss her lips, she stopped him, a challenging grin on her face.
"I want some equality and justice!" She demanded, her hand tugging at his shirt. "I'm almost naked and you're still fully clothed. That's not really how it works, you know?"
He chuckled but obeyed and stripped out of his shirt, tossing it carelessly to the ground.
"Still too much on." She commented but he just rolled his eyes.
"Patience, Princess." She growled. They had waited long enough for this in her opinion. But Bellamy obviously enjoyed teasing her too much since he ignored her words and instead kissed her again. This time he didn't linger on her mouth for too long but soon moved further downwards. On his way he left a trail of kisses over her jawline, her neck, her cleavage, her breasts, her belly and finally stopped at her waistline.
Her hands had found their way back into his hair and were clawing at it. When he looked up at her, he found his desire mirrored in her eyes. So he let his hand trace over her leg before grabbing it and putting it over his shoulder. She pushed the air out of her lungs loudly as she growled his name one more time.
"What?" He asked, as innocently as possible while leaning forward and breathing out hot air against her core. Her eyes fell closed, a silent plea lingering on her lips and he finally gave in. He pressed a few kisses over her panties before he grabbed them with his teeth and pulling them down and off her feet completely. She kicked them away and he quickly managed to adjust his position, so he could start placing kisses where she most wanted it.
A loader moan this time left her lips and she arched her back, her eyes falling close. He grinned at her reaction before he made use of his fingers as well. At first only one entering her, while his mouth kept working on her clit, rubbing with his tongue in circles around it and sucking on it. When she started moving her hips against him, to get even more friction he added a second finger, making her moan a little louder again. He kept going like that until she pulled on his hair and screamed out his name, cuming thanks to his mouth and fingers.
He couldn't suppress a grin as he slowly moved up higher again to look at her face. She returned the glance before placing her hands at his cheeks and pulling him down towards her so she could kiss him. He wrapped his arm around her to turn them around and fall flat on his back. Clarke seemed to take this as an invitation because now she was the one kissing his jawline and his neck, sucking on his skin lightly, careful this time not to leave a bruise. Meanwhile her fingers were hovering over his bare chest, just lightly touching him and he could feel goosebumps on his skin. She knew what she was doing, no question.
Opposed to him she didn't take too much time which he gratefully accepted until she moved down to his pants and started undoing them. She still wasn't fast enough in his opinion but when he finally could kick free of his jeans and boxers that she had pulled down together, he couldn't hold in another moan. Going down on her had made him pretty hard already, hearing her moaning and screaming his name, feeling her rub against him and seeing her cum. Now she was kneeling between his legs, grinning up at him and he felt like he was about to go insane. She really knew how to make him crazy.
He cupped her cheek for a second and she smiled, almost innocently. She really reminded him of an angel. With her golden locks, her blue eyes, her innocent look. And she could have convinced him of it too if it hadn't been for her moans before and for what she was about to do. She closed her hand around his cock and slowly but determinedly moved it up and down. His eyes fell closed and he leaned his head back as his breathing quickened. She kept going like this for a little while before she leaned forward and suddenly her hands were replaced with her lips, sucking on his tip while looking up at him. His hand found her hair again, stroking it before carefully he started guiding her. He needed her to pick up some pace and she obeyed, taking more and more of his shaft into her mouth, sucking and cupping his balls with her hands. His eyes rolled back into his head. He knew he wasn't going to last long at this rate but…
She had stopped. His eyes snapped open as an unsatisfied noise left his throat. How could she just stop? That was so not fair. But she moved up to him again, her lips tracing a short path from his neck towards his ear where she whispered: "I want you inside of me, Bellamy…"
"Clarke…" He was hesitant. It wasn't like he didn't want it too. God, in fact right now there was nothing he would rather be doing but what had resulted out of them going this far last time was probably something they were both still more than aware of. "Are you sure about this?"
She nodded, an unwavering expression on her face. He watched her as she sat up straight again and reached for the drawer in her nightstand. He made big eyes as she drew out a condom. A mischievous grin appeared on her lips. "I found a bunch of them here today." She explained before ripping the package open. In that moment Bellamy thanked God or the universe or whatever higher being there was and took care of things like that that they had led Clarke to find protection.
She rolled the condom over his dick without much trouble. As soon as she was done, he adjusted his grip on her and rolled them over, so he was hovering above her once more. She giggled, wrapping one leg around his hips and her arms around his neck. He let her bring him down for another kiss, their tongues almost fighting as fiercely and passionately as they always did, while his hand found its way in between them and finally her thighs. He couldn't suppress another low moan as his finger entered her once more just to find her still dripping wet.
"Come on…" Clarke urged against his lips and this time, he gave in. Opposed to him she had already come today and still was as impatient as all hell. So he position himself properly at her entrance before pushing forward and inside of her.
"God!" He let out while she gasped for air, her nails digging in his back. Even though he felt like his penis was pulsing, he was holding back. He was not going to let himself come until Clarke did a second time. Staying still wasn't possible though, his muscles almost forcing him to move. So he started rolling his hips against hers, pulling out almost completely just to push his full length into her again. And it made her moan his name again and again and curse at him and the whole world colorfully. He didn't feel much different though. His heavy breathing soon turned into low moans and groans as well. Their kisses grew sloppier, her nails digging into his back, his fingers teasing her nipples, massing her breasts, his teeth pulling on her lip, her teeth finding their way into his shoulder, their tongues kept fighting. It was like some kind of game to them. A game that they played together and both were winning.
When Clarke finally felt a warm shudder run down her back, her abdomen contracting and for a second her mind went blank, Bellamy couldn't stop himself one second longer and he almost immediately followed her into her orgasm before collapsing on top of her. Just like last time, she gently started stroking his neck after a second, while he placed a few tired kisses on her collarbone where his face was resting. It took him another moment before he finally rolled off of her but they stayed close to each other.
While they were both trying to catch their breath again, they just stayed like that, looking at each other. It felt weird but in a good kind of way. It was like that moment after you did something that you wanted to do for a really long time but you were scared of, like skydiving or bungee jumping, and right after it, this small moment when there is nothing else but the fact that you made it. It was a special, private moment, filled with peace and bliss and all of your other problems disappeared. There was nothing else but this amazing feeling that spread through your whole body and lifted you up.
Clarke couldn't resist it anymore but outstretched her hands and traced the lines on Bellamy's face. His brows, his nose, his lips, his cheeks, his freckles. His expression was one she barely got to see on him. Calm, relaxed, content. It was a good look. It managed to make her feel swollen with something like happiness too. Her mind traveled back to the previous night when he had brought her crayons.
She could draw again! Something she used to enjoy so much in her life before but she didn't get to do anymore today. Without thinking too much about it, she pushed herself up on her elbows, looking around. It didn't take her long to find what she was looking for. She got up to walk over to her desk and collected the items she had stored there last night before returning to the bed.
"Stay like that." She ordered while grabbing the black crayon. This wasn't going to be a masterpiece but her fingers were itching to at least do a sketch of him for quite some time now.
"What?" He chuckled a little. "Don't tell me you're going to draw me."
She paused. Was that weird? Did he think that was creepy? At her face, he laughed a little louder and reached out to put a stray of her hair behind her ear. "If you want to, do it."
"Okay." She smiled a little before she got more serious in order to concentrate properly and started sketching his outlines. He watched her as she did so, grinning a little even though he could feel his eyelids starting to feel heavy. It had been a long day for him with hardly any sleep the previous night. So staying awake was a challenge for him and when Clarke finally turned her sheet around to show him her sketch, he was almost a goner. A sleepy grin still appeared on his lips as he saw it. It looked better than he had expected and his heart ached at the thought of how much Clarke must have liked to draw before. It was probably one of her passions and now, it was just one of the many things this world forced her to sacrifice.
"It looks amazing…" He murmured before simply wrapping his arms around her again and pulling her into his chest, his face nuzzling into her hair.
She giggled softly. "Bellamy…"
"Mhm?" His tiredness was winning the better of him and she sensed that too.
So she simply rose her head to place one last gentle kiss at his jawline. "Nothing. Let's get some sleep."
A soft knock on her door woke Clarke up the next morning. "Clarke?" Monty was standing right outside! She jerked awake, looking around frantically. If he came inside, there would be no denying of what had happened between them last night. Their clothes were scattered all over the floor, they were lying tightly wrapped up together in bed, both still naked. She cursed, shaking Bellamy next to her. "Monty's outside!" She mouthed at his sleepy and confused eyes.
"Clarke?" His voice sounded again and she pulled her hair, while realization seemed to hit Bellamy and his eyes widened.
"Yeah?" She called towards Monty. "Is something wrong?"
"No, I mean, kind of… Can I come in?"
"No!" She answered a little too fast. "I'm… I'm getting dressed. I'll be there in a second."
"Okay." He sounded unconvinced but luckily didn't argue any further. So Clarke jumped out of bed and started searching for the clothes Bellamy had stripped her down from last night. He watched her and to her great disbelief there was a certain note of amusement on his face. "I really don't know what you think is so funny about this!" She hissed.
He rolled his eyes. "You need to calm down. It's not like we committed a crime last night."
She shook her head a little. "I know that, okay? But I still don't think what we are doing is any of their business. So we should stay low on this."
He opened his mouth again but Monty interrupted her. "Are you okay? Who are you talking to?"
Clarke shot him a warning glance. "No one. All good." She turned around to check her appearance in the mirror on the wall one last time. Her hair looked a little disheveled but her clothes were fine. She tried combing her blonde hair with her hand a little but stayed rather unsuccessful. That's when she remember the hair bands she had discovered at the desk, so she grabbed them, pulled her hair up and turned around towards Bellamy one last time. "I'll go downstairs with Monty right away so the coast should be clear for you in about two minutes, okay?"
He nodded, without any further discussion to her relief. So she finally slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her immediately. Monty had one eyebrow raised as he looked her up and down. She cleared her throat at his skeptical eyes. "Hey."
"Hi. Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yes, of course. What's going on?" She asked, eager to shift the topic away from her and towards whatever reason had made the boy come up to get her in the first place.
Luckily he just responded to that. "Nigel might not be as nice as we thought."
Clarke raised an eyebrow, while motioning towards the stairs. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"The car is repaired, apparently. But Nigel is convinced she did more work than Raven who, to quote her, was busy screwing Finn most of the time… Sorry…" He interrupted himself. Had their little problem been so obvious? She shook her head to let him know that she didn't really care anymore and that he should go on. "Well, anyways, now she wants payment for her work."
Clarke cursed. She should have known. Especially after what Raven had told her the first day about the old lady. "What does she want?"
"I don't know yet. She said she wanted to talk to all of us." Just as he had finished his sentence they reached the bottom of the stairs, Jasper joining them from down the hallway. "Bellamy is not in his room." He called out. "Do you know where he is?"
The boys both looked at Clarke but she shook her head without letting anything on. "No idea. Maybe he went out for a walk this morning?" She suggested.
Jasper sighed. "Possibly. Do we wait for him?"
Clarke shrugged a little. "He should be back soon anyways, right? I mean, there isn't that much too explore around here. So we should just get started."
As they entered the kitchen, they found Raven and Finn standing in front of the couch, on which Nigel was sitting, a satisfied, almost evil expression on her face. "Hey there kids." She greeted but no one returned it. Clarke exchanged a look with the other two, neither looked too pleased with the whole situation.
"So, what's the problem?" Clarke asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest and taking a step forward in front of the other four.
"Well, you didn't expect me to just do all of this for you for free now, did you?" Nigel asked, leaning forward.
Clarke narrowed her eyes. "Money has lost its worth. So what do you want?"
A slime grin appeared on Nigel's face. "I found quite the amount of supplies in your trunk." Clarke bit back a snarky comment and waited for her to continue. If she just wanted a few chocolate bars, she could have them. "I want 95% of what you got."
Clarke snorted. "Forget it."
"Then you can forget your car. And if I might note, your supplies as well."
She gritted her teeth. "You get 10%, not more not less."
The woman started laughing, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, kid, but there is no way in hell I will let you leave at that ratio."
Clarke narrowed her eyes. She could already see that this was going to be hard. The older woman didn't seem like someone who would just back down and Clarke knew if she agreed to that deal, they would have to go back to starving and dehydrating almost daily. Finding supplies was getting harder each day after all.
"Clarke." Finn had walked up behind her and touched her elbow. "Nigel is stubborn. This is not going to get us anywhere."
Us? Clarke had to suppress a snort. There was no we or no us for him anymore. There was them, Finn and Raven, and there was an us, Bellamy, Monty, Jasper and her.
"What do you care?" She growled. After what he had said to her about Bellamy, she found it easier to be mad at him. He had had no right to talk about the other man like that. At her obvious anger towards him, he stopped before pulling her to the side a few steps to get away from the others watching them. "What do you mean? Of course I care!"
"Right. Is that why you are going to stay here?"
He blinked. "I'm not… I wanted to stay with you."
Clarke made big eyes at that. "What? But what about her?"
"We are both coming. She hates being trapped here with Nigel. She is willing to come along with us…"
Clarke bit her lip to keep herself from another snort. Of course, he wouldn't leave his precious girl behind. Had she really believed for a second it would be different? "Oh, so you get to decide who joins us on your own now?" She knew it wasn't fair. Without the whole situation going on, she wouldn't even question this. She probably would have suggested to take Raven in herself. She was smart, funny, and energetic. She could help them and leaving her behind would be dumb. But unfortunately the whole situation between them was going on and Clarke wasn't sure if she was too keen on seeing them holding hands and kissing all the time.
The door to the kitchen opened again before Finn could say another word and Bellamy walked in. "What did I miss?" His eyes scanned the room before they finally found Clarke and Finn, his eyes shifting back and forth between them until they settled on her, a questioning look on his face. She shook her head slightly to let him know it was okay.
"I want what is due to me." Nigel cut in, getting up from the sofa. "Payment for my services."
Bellamy raised an eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure without Raven you wouldn't even be halfway done yet."
"Don't talk about things you know nothing about, boy." She growled before crossing her arms.
"Whatever. You are not going to get 95% of our supplies." Clarke intervened, coming closer to Bellamy.
"Kiss your car goodbye then."
"The car belongs to us. You can't take it."
Nigel narrowed her eyes. "Don't test me, boy."
"It's six on one. What do you think?"
"You think I'm scared?" Nigel asked, reaching behind her back. She was carrying a rifle. Their rifle, to be exact. Of course, most of their weapons were stored in their car that Nigel has had free access to over the last two days. And they believing in their safety here were not carrying any weapons on them at the moment. "So, do we have a deal or do we have a deal?"
Bellamy growled. "You can't shoot all of us."
"Maybe you're underestimating me, kid. Besides, even if I couldn't, are you willing to lose… let's say her?" She pointed her gun at Clarke. "Over something as stupid as this?"
Bellamy set his jaw.
"It's 50/50." Clarke suddenly said.
"I made my demands clear."
"95%, yes. But then you can also just shoot us. You said the eastern parts are killing zones. There is no way we are going to make it with just 5% of what we have left right now."
Nigel looked from one to the other before she spat: "10%."
"40." Clarke immediately retorted.
"Stop dreaming. 15."
Clarke shook her head. "30."
"20."
"25."
Nigel narrowed her eyes as if she was contemplating it. "25 and I get to choose what I take. And you leave today."
Clarke hesitated, looking at Bellamy. It was obvious he disliked it as much as she did but what choice did they have? If they wanted to take her down, who would they sacrifice? Monty? Jasper? Raven? Finn? One of them? They couldn't risk it. "Fine."
The evil grin on Nigel's face reappeared. "You got yourself a good deal there, girl."