Chapter 4:

Clarke skipped Octavia's game night not once, but twice before she joined the event. Why? Because she knew how battle worked. She was playing a version of chicken with the summ'bitch (at least that's how they said it on one of her favorite television shows on the Ark…of course, most of the context evaded her because she knew very little about life on Earth but she enjoyed the humor.) She would watch from a reasonable distance as he walked over to the group and looked for her—then, feeling inclined to stay because he rudely interrupted their game, watched him play lonely games such as flip cup and a child's version of truth or dare.

There was no way in hell he was ever touching her back again—no way in hell that he was generate shivers up her spine again.

Finally, she struck like a cobra. Her pretty little figure was wedged between Octavia and Raven as she took a few small sips of moonshine. It was losing its taste and it wasn't at all satisfying when she was trying to keep a focused face. Bellamy excelled in making her jealous—she would give him that because it was true.

But Clarke knew how possessively incompetent Bellamy could be and if he thought for a second that he had his hand in her cookie jar—he'd be pissed to know that she was letting someone else have a figurative cookie. And who better to put in the position than Nathan Miller himself? Claps for Nathan Miller, everyone—the boy who would help her, not only win the battle, but win the war.

She watched Nathan cross the patches of grass as he rubbed his hands together, he nodded to her and smile slightly. Clarke asked Raven, "Hey can you…please?" Raven's eyes widened for a second out of pure shock that Clarke had any interest in Miller at all.

Nathan Miller was hot, though. He just never got the recognition that he deserved while standing next to Bellamy. Did Clarke think they had a spark? Probably not. Miller's a thief—or was—maybe still is a thief but it's a lot better than killing someone. At least he was convicted of a violent crime…and Clarke could tolerate him on a specific level. She admired his loyalty—that is, if she had to name one thing that she liked about Miller.

Clarke shrugged in response to Raven who raised her eyebrows and moved closer to Finn. "It feels good to be part of the exclusive event." Miller said as an ice-breaker, "Everyone wants in."

"As they should." Octavia smiled, "Because tonight is going to be amazing. I'm talking booze, games, food…and oh, hell no—who invited that bitch?" She pointed towards her brother and slutty-slut. "No fucking way." Okay, Octavia knew what Clarke was doing and she was on board for the most part. Although, she foresaw the entire thing ending differently because Bellamy and Clarke were two of the most oblivious people she knew and there was no way Bellamy was going to let Clarke make him jealous without looking for revenge—and there's no way Clarke wouldn't retaliate once more and then again, and again, and again because that's who they were.

Clarke momentarily tensed before she looked over at Miller and smiled, he returned her smile tentatively. "The more the merrier, right?" She sounded like a hick girl from Minnesota as her smile passed the bonds of fake to super fake.

"No." Octavia said before she faked the same smile Clarke was saying, "Hey Bellamy!"

Clarke watched Octavia and Bellamy have a conversation with their eyes. Bellamy was saying "Back off!" and Octavia was saying, "What the fuck are you thinking?" and everyone else was sitting around waiting for the promised fun night.

Clarke looked over at Miller and smiled again—this time for real. "This night just got weird, didn't it?"

"First dates are always weird, I suppose." His voice was a little distant as he spoke and she tried to figure out what had changed his mood.

"First date?" Clarke laughed, "Okay."

"You know, I don't always stay out of people's business… but when I can, I probably should." He looked over at Bellamy, "I understand that I'm vital to this plan right now so I'm going to stick around but I don't want you getting any ideas about my sweet ass because you can't touch."

She burst out into a loud, real laugh. She'd never heard him talk like that before—actually, she never really heard him talk ever. It was different… "Thanks." She didn't even know what she was thanking him for because he was completely wrong. She didn't want to be with Bellamy…did she? She only wanted revenge.

Revenge for what, though?

Because he promised her one night and then slept with someone else? Or because she was hurt because she felt something that would far pass one night? She felt Miller's arm snake around her waist and he said, "Put your head on my shoulder…" Miller whispered into her hear and she followed his lead. "You're funny, girl!" He laughed loudly.

Miller was a good actor! Who would have known? "Not as funny as you!" Clarke said, looking at him with a smirk. Miller was actually funny, "So…are we playing a game or not?"

"You're playing something." She heard Bellamy mumbled as he walked behind her, his leg brushing her back purposely. She didn't mean to lean into it, but she did anyway. He continued to walk by her, sitting with slutty-slut next to Monty and Angelina.

Clarke put her hand on Miller's knee while she pretended he just told her the funniest joke she'd ever heard. "Oh…okay…" Miller leaned forward and started whispering hilarious things into her ear.

"Octavia looks like she's going to kill Hannah…" Hannah was the slutty-sluts name? Fitting. Fuck her. Okay, Clarke liked the name Hannah but she didn't like that Hannah. "You look like you're having a good time…"

Clarke nodded, looking at him. "This is fun." She tilted her head, "You're not going to kiss me—" Miller let his lips touch hers softly before he pulled back. He winked at her and pulled away. "Okay." She blinked her eyes before looking at Bellamy.

Clenched jaw. White knuckles. Balled fists.

Bellamy Blake was extremely pissed. "Clarke…I think we forgot about the rations. Sorry to cut this party short but we need to go. Sorry…" He snapped his fingers as he tried to remember Hannah's name. "Sorry." He repeated.

"I think it can wait." Clarke batted her eyelids at him and tightened her grip on Miller's knee. "I'm having fun. I deserve to have fun."

"Don't be a brat, Clarke. This is important."

"Go." Miller said, "I'll wait at your tent for you…it's fine." She knew Miller had no intentions of waiting at her tent but she couldn't tell him no. He was pushing her towards Bellamy and she was inclined to slam herself into that hot body of his. Clarke kissed his cheek and got up to follow Bellamy.

She watched his backside and evaluated how angry he was…how jealous he was. Sort of a turn on. Clarke followed him all the way to his tent, crossing her arms tightly when he turned around and faced her. She sat down on the end of his bed, "Okay. Rations, what about them? Why did you ruin my date?"

"You can't be serious about Miller." Bellamy said cockily, "Because you can't stop yourself from wanting me…"

"Oh, don't flatter yourself Bellamy. I don't want you. Hannah wants you. Fuck her…leave me the fuck alone." She said as he stepped closer to her, "You and me are a mistake. I deserve more than a guy that wants to have a one night stand." Her honesty was real, "I deserve more than what you have to offer me."

"You think I don't know that?" He moved closer to her. "I know how important you are…but that doesn't mean that I don't want you." Clarke looked up at him.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to kiss me?"