Chapter 2:
She watched as a brunette skank walked out of Bellamy's tent, unashamed of the entire camp seeing her. She was beautiful and Clarke took her beauty as a physical blow to her jaw. Bellamy Blake was a dog. A disgusting, low, flea-infested, mangy, ear-mite-having, dirty, dog. How dare he come after her and then bed someone else?
Who the fuck does he think he is?
She, then, saw Bellamy in all his morning glory and frowned. There was nothing attractive about a dog. Clarke was going to be sensible and she wasn't going to act like a fool. If Bellamy wanted to sleep with someone else after coming onto her…fine. She didn't care. She wasn't going to get caught up in his bullshit. Bellamy wasn't even capable of commitment and Clarke was the type of girl who valued commitment. She'd gone almost eighteen years without sex—eighteen…how could she be so stupid with Bellamy? On the verge of doing something so idiotic…How could she put herself in a situation like this one?
One night her ass…
How about a big fucking mistake!
Good thing she insisted on waiting when alcohol didn't control all of her senses.
Soon, she found herself in the drop ship without a thought of Bellamy Blake and his slutty-slut. Octavia and Clarke worked in silence. Clarke was able to compartmentalize when it came to Octavia and Bellamy. Octavia and her brother were different people…and Octavia didn't have slutty-slut friends that liked to stay the night and boldly walk out of her tent after fucking her. No, Octavia certainly didn't have friends like that.
Everything was going great until the slutty-slut walked into her drop ship—what did she want? To take her medical wing from her, too…? "I cut myself." The girl said, her brown hair sweeping over her shoulder. Clarke thanked god that she actually had a jacket on or else Clarke would have attempted to do something ridiculous…nothing like what she actually did.
"Oh, that's just whore-able." Clarke didn't even know where it came from. It just slipped out. Octavia compressed a laugh but it burst out of her mouth anyways. Clarke looked at the girl's palm, "It doesn't need stitches."
Slutty-slut looked at her through narrowed eyes. Who does this bitch thing she is?, Clarke thought as she looked into her dull brown eyes menacingly. "Thanks for your help."
"No problem." Clarke faked a smile that looked more bitter than genuine. "You can shoo now."
"Bitch."
"Slut."
"Bitch."
"Whore."
"Bitch."
"Skank."
"Bitch."
"Tramp."
"Bitch."
"Are you a fucking dumbass or something?" Clarke asked her with crossed arms, "Please call me something other than a bitch you fucking idiot!" The girl stood up, gripping her hand as she ran out of the drop ship. "Harlot."
"Well…well…well…" Octavia crossed her arms much like Clarke, "You sleeping with my brother, Clarke?"
"No." She said, "I. Will. Never. Sleep. With. Your. Brother."
"Okay, then." Octavia eyes widened as she turned away from the angry blonde. Octavia was convinced Clarke was sleeping with Bellamy. It was the only thing that could trigger such a reaction from one of the most reasonable people she ever met…not that she'd met a lot of people…
Later in the afternoon, Clarke and Octavia decided they needed to eat but Clarke didn't want to see slutty-slut. She'd run out of single words to insult her with and she didn't want to put more energy in hating her than she had to.
She eased out of the drop ship, puffing her chest out like she was a man ready to fight. It only made her chest look more appealing (which was a necessary plus.) Octavia was by her side the entire time but Clarke felt like she was on a solo-mission. If slutty-slut crossed her path, she was going to knock out her teeth. She'd never felt like starting a fight before…
It was exhilarating!
Her eyes were searching for slutty-slut but when Clarke realized all she had were bad words to say without a real reason…she looked for a different target. Bellamy slept with slutty-slut after he kissed her. Bellamy was the one who told her that he wanted to sleep with her. If she wanted to fight anyone, if she wanted to fight a mother fucking jackass—it was going to be Bellamy Blake.
Sure, she could punch the shit out of him and try to fight physically but she was a girl.
A woman, actually.
A woman with nice breasts.
And a woman that Bellamy had been momentarily attracted to…
She was going to have fun with this one.