A/N: Hi Guys, so this is my story I had posted on Tumblr, its name then was "Nobody Else," But this song goes well with the main theme. So anyway, I hope you guys like this. Enjoy.

Tonight we'll sail to the edge of the world
And watch the stars fall down
You'll put your head in my arms as we wonder
Is there anything we could have done

Why not try starting revolution,
And in the morning find a new sunrise?
Tonight we'll sail to the edge of the world
And watch the stars fall down

As our world ignites

Clarke woke up in Bellamys tent, naked and sore. She turned to see Bellamy snoring beside her, his mouth open and his hair flung out around his head. She smiled at him. They finally had their shit together. It was weird how fast they came together, but it all felt…right. And to think it all started from her borrowing his shirt.

She smiled from ear to ear, then heard the zipper. She panicked and ducked under the make-shift pallet. She fit perfectly, and was concealed from prying eyes. Somehow someone always come barging into the tent whenever she is in it…and besides their immediate group, she didn't want others to know.

"Bellamy." It was a males voice, Millers no doubt.

"Who's in my tent?" He asked, not moving.

"It's Miller, look, Raven and Jasper are looking for the Princess, but I can't find her."

"Hmph," Bellamy grunted, "I'll be out in a few." The zipper shut carefully, and Clarke peaked her head out from under the bed.

Bellamy still had his eyes closed, he was on his back, arms crossed against his exposed chest.

"Morning Princess," he said not looking at her, "I thought you snuck out."

She crawled on the bed and kissed him, nibbling his lower lip. "Now, why would I do that?" He smirked against her mouth.

Clarke was dreading the meeting with Raven. Hopefully no one would remember the game and they could pretend it never happened.

Yeah, like that ever happens.

Clarke found them in the little Med bay in the drop ship, Jasper looked pale and Raven looked in pain.

"What happened?" Clarke rushed over to them.

"Raven…s-she was fixing w-wires, aand it sparked…it-it burned her hand." Clarkes head spun to Raven who was clutching a rather pink hand.

Two fingers were burned, the rest was severely scorched, but nothing too major. Throwing together seaweed and cold water, Clarke made a paste that she quickly applied.

"Feel better?"

"Yeah," she nodded, "Hey Clarke, what happened the night we were drinking?" Well shit.

"I don't know, I guess I passed out." Well, it wasn't a lie.

"Yikes, I apparently got to first base with O." She smiled fully. So she doesn't remember what ended the game.

"Oh, I bet that wasn't awkward at all in the morning." Clarke did her best forced smile, and it seemed to work.

"Miller!" Bellamy bellowed, a group of boys jumped at the sound of his voice. It made mixed feelings settle in his chest. He liked power, but hated what it did to him.

"Miller!" He called again, a face popped out of a nearby tent.

"Yes, sir?" Millers face was mixed with sleep.

"We need to get a group together and hunt Murphy down. He could potentially hurt the camp, and he needs to be eliminated."

"Will do." He said and walked back to another group. Miller was like his leading man and a bridge to the others.

Bellamy looked towards the dropship and caught sight of Finn walking toward it. No doubt to fawn over Clarke. Jealousy ripped violently threw him, he wanted to punch him.

Hard.

"Thanks Clarke." Raven said as Jasper helped her off the make-shift examining table.

"No problem." Clarke answered.

Finally things were okay.

Then Finn walked in.

"Hey Raven." He waved, she used her good hand to wave back, but he didn't seem to notice the bandage on her other hand.

"Hey." She said back, not breaking stride as Jasper led her out.

"How's Med duty?"

"Eventful." Clarke answered.

"How is your back?" Wow, he was gonna keep this torture up. Awesome.

"It's getting better." She continued to put her tools away.

"Been staying off it?" That hit a nerve. A couple actually.

Clarke glared at him. His arms were crossed against his chest, his hair was finally growing out after that awful haircut. But his face held distaste. Probably for the thought of her and Bellamy together…which was definitely none of his damn business.

She couldn't even form a single thought in order to tell him off.

Good thing she didn't have too, because Bellamy walked in, and by the look on his face, he had heard everything.

Bellamy was pissed. Beyond so than normal. He hated when Finn tried to steal moments with Clarke.

Bellamy walked over to the drop ship, holding all emotions in check. But that soon failed. Epically.

As he got closer to the drop ship he could hear Finn and Clarke. He was asking about her back. Harmless, Bellamy thought until…

"Been staying off it?" And then He lost it. All anger he held boiled to the top.

He walked in, watching Clarke's expression. She was pissed, too. Finn was almost standing over her. He's done fucking with HIS princess.

"Got something to say to me, Spacewalker?" Bellamy demanded.

"Sorry Bellamy, but this is between me and Clarke."

"Fuck no, it isn't," Bellamy hissed, "This is about whatever happened between you and Clarke, well Clarkes with me now and you can go float yourself!"

Clarke knew she had to defuse the situation. And soon.

"Finn," she started, but he stopped her.

"What was I right about?" Finn's attention was fully fixed on her.

"Wh-what?"

"When I found you drunk on Moonshine, you woke up twice. One time you woke crying," he glanced at Bellamy who looked angry and guilty, "and the second time you woke you kept saying, 'I was right', so what was I right about?"

"Finn, I'm not going there with you."

"Yes, you are." He looked so determined, "What was I right about?"

"Bell-he…" She looked between them, Bellamy looked so disgusted with Finn. His face was dark reminded her of a panther, or grizzly defending their territory.

"He what?" Finn prompted.

"He…slept with someone, before us, but…" Clarke hated what her words were doing to Bellamy.

"With who?"

"Raven. When he didn't come after us, he had slept with Raven." She couldn't look at Bellamy. Hell, she couldn't look at either of them.

Then she heard the scuffle. The boys were on the ground, fighting. So, Clarke grabbed a can of moonshine and a makeshift match, pouring the liquid above them and quickly lighting it.

The effect was a quick flash of fire, and the boys jumped apart.

"God dammit," Clarke swore at them, "Stop fucking fighting over me, I'm not a damn prize. Finn! You had a girlfriend! What was I suppose to do? Keep sneaking behind Ravens back? How is that fair? I can't keep up with this. I can't balance this and the 100, I can't do it!" Clarke had tears streaming freely down her cheeks. Finn looked down like a scolded puppy, and Bellamy looked confused.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"I'm done with all of this." She gestured to the boys. "I'm not that strong." She held back her sobs. She would not cry in front of them. Then she turned on her heel and walked out the door and walked and walked.

Tears blurred her vision and she stumbled into someone. Monty.

"Woah, Clarke, you okay?" He asked, holding her arms to steady her.

She simply shook her head, "No, Monty, I'm not." Then she cried.

Aaaand there's the snap! Clarke needs space from Puppy eyes and the Rebel. But what they don't know is Murphy is on his way back, and someone's gonna get hurt.

Thanks again for reading this, it honestly means so much to me. There is one last chapters that I have already written, but in order to keep them coming at a regular pace, I can't post it till later.

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