Chapter 5:

Clarke walked back to her tent in an angry haze—who the hell did Bellamy think he was? Inching close to her—lips almost touching before saying, "Remember when I said I want to stop playing this game?"

"Yeah."

"I don't." He smirked, "Good night, Clarke. Tell your boyfriend I said sweet dreams."

She honestly wasn't expecting to see Nathan Miller waiting at her tent but there he stood, with his hands in his pockets. "I was going to go along with it tonight because I think you deserve a little fun." He said, "Then I realized that Bellamy's an ass…and you're going to need me."

"Need you?"

"Oh, yeah…got him to jump off his high horse tonight—didn't it?" Miller shrugged, "Let's start some rumors, Clarke. Let's play the game…Bellamy thinks he's the king player but he's never met the game master." Clarke got a good laugh out of Miller's speech and accepted it after much thought. If she wanted Bellamy, she was going to have to win the game.

She was going to win the game.

"You want to pretend to have sex?" She arched an eyebrow.

"No…not tonight." Miller said, "I want to pretend to be your boyfriend, Clarke. Sex is something small in the equation. If we make this about sex, sex will be all Bellamy thinks of. We need to make him long for a relationship with you…because god knows he wants it."

"You're quite funny." She said, "Okay boyfriend what's our first move?"

"Roll the figurative dice and make room for your new roommate. I was getting tired of Monroe anyway." Clarke snorted, "You sleep on the left or the right?"

"It doesn't matter."

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Clarke and Miller looked at each other the morning after they decided they were in a "relationship." She exhaled, "Well this has been fun…sharing a bed with you and stuff." Clarke said, "But I should—"

"Someone's coming. Shut up!" He hissed before slamming her body into his chest and telling her, "Shut your eyes."

Clarke lightly shut her eyes to mimic sleeping when she heard someone walk into her tent. "Princess, you can't sleep—" Bellamy's voice stopped and Clarke opened her eyes widely, jumping up.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" She pulled her blanket up to her body, letting Miller sit up next to her.

"Come on, man…not cool." Miller groaned as if he'd been sleeping for the last hour. "Wow, we slept in. Well, well, well dove….last night was amazing."

Clarke nodded her head with a wide smile, "I agree. Truly amazing, Nathan." Miller got out of her bed and walked passed Bellamy. Bellamy didn't see his laugh from behind the jealous man's figure—he didn't see how amused Miller was…Clarke did though. Maybe she wasn't the only one that deserved a little fun…

"What are you doing?" Bellamy asked through narrowed eyes.

"Moving on. I don't like games, Bellamy. You made in clear that you wanted to play games. You made it clear that you wanted a one-night arrangement. That's not me, nor will it ever be me. I've made a choice."

"To be with Miller?"

"To be with someone who cares about me more than he cares about himself. Nathan, by the way."

"You barely know him!" Bellamy argued, "You don't get to do this!"

"You slept with Hannah!" Clarke pointed a finger at him, "You made your choice! I'm making mine!"

"For someone in a happy relationship for all of eight hours, you're still a little jealous about Hannah." Bellamy said.

"I am not jealous of Hannah."

"Prove it."

"I can't." Clarke crossed her arms defiantly. "But just know that I'm not jealous of your whore." She moved passed him and walked out of the tent. Miller was good. He was probably the best boyfriend she'd ever had—fake or not. Damn, he was the only boyfriend she'd ever had.

Miller tossed her rations towards her, smiling cheekily at her while Bellamy lingered behind her. "Don't you have a fence to guard?" Bellamy barked at him. Miller stopped in front of him, "What?"

"Don't disrespect me because you don't know how to talk to a girl."

That's the last thing Clarke could recall fully before she was stitching both of the idiots up on her make-shift medical table. She looked at Miller apologetically and glared at Bellamy for being such a caveman. Who did he think he was, anyway? He didn't own her after one kiss. She could be with other people just like him.

Why did there have to be a double standard?

Miller stood up when she was done, placing a playful kiss on her cheek before he walked out of the drop ship. Bellamy seemed to growl, "I don't like it."

"I don't like you right now and guess what? I'm dealing with it."

"He can't make you happy like I can." He said, "I could…well…" He smirked, "Teach you something."

Clarke scoffed, "No thanks. I'm sure Miller can teach me something."

"Why are you being so difficult?"

"Why are you acting like you're the king player of this whole camp and it's only about sex with you?" Clarke asked, annoyed. "Sure the games are fun and they keep you on your toes—heighten your arousal or whatever but I'm tired of being hunted like a deer. I'm not a deer. I'm a human-being. I like you—I'm attracted to you. I would probably have sex with you if I were three points lower when it came to my I.Q. but I'm not. I've been burned before, Bellamy, and I'm not going to let it happen again because you want a taste of something you're not willing to buy."