Chapter 2:

Octavia looked down at her feet, her thick eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks like butterfly wings. "Can you keep a secret?" She asked her goggle-wearing best friend with a small smirk across her lips. Jasper's lips were stained by the red center of the berries they'd had for dinner and there was an unknown streak of black sludge across his cheek. He smiled at her, nodding his head. "Well…I saw the most interesting thing in the drop ship. Actually, interesting is probably the wrong word. More like disturbing."

"Do tell." Jasper took a sip of the moonshine, his hand gripping the jar tentatively as he waited for Octavia to divulge her secret.

"Clarke and Bellamy are in a relationship."

And just like that, Jasper's drink flew everywhere. "No. Fucking. Way."

"Way."

XXX

At first, she didn't notice Bellamy eyeing her from across the camp but as the sky darkened and night set in she found herself looking for him in the crowd of tired and horny teenagers. She walked around aimlessly, not wanting to appear too desperate to take him back to his place for another session of "this was a mistake", "I swear this is the last time" and her personal favorite "Never again." She could hear the crackle of the fire, taste the berries on her lips and smell the burning sensation of smoke sticking to her clothing only to enter her nostrils. There was a beautiful laughter circling her at a constant rate. It was a typical night on the ground without tragedy and mayhem—ironically, she supposed that made it untypical.

When her eyes met his in a silvery kind of way, she saw him smirk and look down at his boots only to return his smoldering eyes to hers. Her heart skipped a beat despite being prepared for his reaction. She blinked slowly, nodding her head for him to follow after her. "I want you." She said when his footsteps were audible behind her. "Right now."

"Right here?" Bellamy asked huskily, pushing her against the tree she stopped in front of. The entire camp could see them if they happened to turn their heads to the left instead of towards the moonshine. "My princess…how you evolve…" He groaned, kicking her leg to the side as he pushed himself between her thighs. His lips made contact with the base of her throat.

"As exhilarating as it is, I don't think this is our brightest idea." She nearly moaned, "I think the camp is starting to suspect something." He pulled away from her and smirked wickedly, "You like the thought of being caught a little too much…"

"It is your secret, Clarke." Bellamy commented before turning his back to her. "You always do this…you always give me that look—" He flipped around so quickly she almost did not register it. His finger's traced her brow line, "—that look right there." His voice was softer as he confessed to her, "And I know you're thinking about walking away and never stealing another look in my direction. What do you tell yourself, Clarke? What causes you to change your mind?"

Clarke swallowed hard, "I—Bellamy we can't go there."

"You can't go there." He says pointedly before departing from her in his usual pissed off nature. If it weren't for his relentless temper, she imagined they would have been caught a long time ago. But, he was right to be mad. He was right to be upset because she was purposely ruining their relationship.

She whispered, more to herself than anyone, "You're right. I can't go there."

XXX

The brief sounds of Monty's cursing as he worked on the radio filled the small communications tent. Jasper let out a rough breath, throwing his goggles near Monty's set up. He lifted his head from the frayed wires and narrowed his eyes, "Really, man?" He asked, annoyed because he felt as if he were failing repeatedly when it came to the task at hand. He'd tried altering the frequency, he tried redesigning and rebuilding—all without an ounce of achievement.

"You might want to take a break." Jasper said with a smirk playing on his lips, "Because I just heard the best rumor from a reliable source."

"How wonderful?" Monty's sarcasm leaked through his normally friendly demeanor. "Go on…"

"It's about Bellamy." There weren't that many things to know about Bellamy and his behavior on Earth. When he wanted something, he got it. When he was angry, people knew. Monty was not satisfied with the topic of Jasper's rumor. He regretted putting down his radio to even have a discussion with his best friend on something as foolish as Bellamy Blake instantly. If the rumor involved Raven or even Clarke—Monty's ears would have perked up. He would always be interested in rumors about the two scariest women he'd ever met. Hell, Monty couldn't pretend he wouldn't get a flitter of joy from a rumor about Miller or Monroe, too—they seemed to have private lives and it'd be nice to know a little something-something…but Bellamy?

"Is your source one of the harem?" Monty asked in his unamused tone.

Jasper shook his head, "Octavia."

"Interesting, continue…" He peaked a little because Octavia was a unique source when it came to Bellamy rumors.

Jasper paused for dramatic build-up, "It's really a secret."

"Who am I going to tell?"

"Right." Jasper chuckled before talking extremely fast, "Apparently, Clarke and our great King Bellamy are in a relationship. Octavia sort of walked in on the—you know, act."

Monty fell into a sort of daze at Jasper's words. "This is huge."

"I know." Jasper confirmed, "Crazy, right?"

"I don't think I can handle this."