Authors Note: Omg so much positive feedback on the last chapter, my heart practically melted :) Huge thanks goes out to my lovley beta '100-delinquents'. Yup. thats it. Hope you like it, i got some cool ideas about future chapters so get ready :)

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IV.

The mess hall shook with the laughter of the newly arrived campers, they had all briefly been to their cabins but not stayed long enough to get settled in.

The overly excited kids sat at their assigned tables with their cabin mates and counselor. The young kids already starting to laugh and giggle amongst themselves like old friends, despite their meeting only just before.

Clarke sat at her table full of smiling young girls who all talked eagerly. Fox, Megan, Nikki and Harper, sat on Clarke's left, and on her right, Charlotte, a shy young girl who wore a scared smile. "Okay, I'll be right back," Clarke said standing up with her tray in hand, smiling down at Charlotte who looked ready to cling onto her leg begging her to stay.

Clarke walked through the maze of tables to the food line, dodging kids running around her feet. As she reached the mess hall counter, she greeted the older lady behind the counter with a warm smile, "Hey Margo!"

"Aw, Clarke, welcome home, what'll it be?" replied Margo. She had been working there the past few years and had become one of Clarke's favourite people to see in the kitchen.

"More spaghetti please," said Clarke happily, before a strangely familiar body moved beside her, setting a distasteful grimace on her face. The boy's relatively long, dark hair, messily shaded his eyes and his warm smile crept up on her.

"I'll have some spaghetti as well," he said, his body in an uncomfortably close vicinity of Clarke's.

"Go, away Finn," Clarke said, moving herself farther down the food line away from him. He followed her like a sheep.

"Come on Clarke, we've got to talk about this if were going to be working together," He said, as his eyes caught hers in a pity stare, "I'm sorry,"

"There's nothing to talk about. You lied about your girlfriend at school, and you broke my heart. I'm not about to forgive and forget, and I hope your girlfriend isn't of the sympathetic nature either." Her eyes shifted uneasily, trying to mask herself in confidence.

"No, Clarke, it's not like that," he said, following her out of line and back into the chaos of the mess hall.

She stormed through the tables trying to shake him, before stopping back at her own seat. "No, it is like that. Look, Finn. I don't appreciate being lied to and I don't know what you're trying to accomplish by annoying me so just stop." She said, her anger toned down in front of her campers, who had all stopped their giggles to listen in.

"Don't do this Clarke."Finn started, trying to reach for her arm before she could yank it away.

A few tables away sat Bellamy's Cabin, the lost boys, as he called them. They were all hollers and catcalls until Bellamy hushed them, trying to hear Finn and Clarke's conversation. The lost boys stared at him tentatively as he listened in, catching their argument. "Ohh, Princess is angry," said Bellamy, a smirk forming on his face.

"Ahaha, theprincess," one young boy laughed, before receiving a look from Bellamy gently warning him to shut up.

"Only I'm allowed to call her that," Bellamy said chuckling, "You'll have to figure out your own nickname for her," earning him smiles from his boys.

Noticing Clarke's argument getting more heated, with her well-known eyebrow lift, Bellamy held out his hand to his right hand man, Miller, Bellamy's favourite new camper.

On the same page as Bellamy, Miller passed him a flexible plastic spoon and a meatball for ammunition. Bellamy shot him a troublesome smile in approval before preparing his catapult.

"Clarke-" Finn tried again before feeling the sting of something hitting the side of his face. He looked over to see a laughing Bellamy, along with a hysterical table of kids. "Really Bellamy? How old are you? 6?" Glared Finn.

"6 and a half, actually." Shot back Bellamy, his cabin laughing feverishly with him, launching more meatball projectiles at Finn.

Standing beside Finn, Clarke stood laughing happily. "Something funny Princess?" Bellamy asked, a defiant look in his eye.

"It's just that I knew you when you were 6, you really haven't changed at all." She responded with a humorous grin.

"No I haven't, but you have," He challenged with a smile, before flinging a meatball at her as well. Earning a half shock, half smile, expression forming on her face.

Clarke's grin grew wider as she looked down at her plate of spaghetti, her idea instantly translating to Bellamy, sending him white as a sheet. "Get behind the table!" Called Bellamy to his lost boys. They all immediately followed his instructions, as Bellamy quickly flipped the table onto its side to use as a wall, allowing Bellamy to narrowly miss Clarke's handful of spaghetti that splatted against the table surface. "Missed me!" called Bellamy laughing and sticking out his tongue, as his team sent more flying meatballs.

Across the room, Clarke met Octavia's eyes in a desperate search for back up. Using a quick hand gesture, Clarke motioned to Bellamy. Octavia nodded understanding her task.

Getting up from her seat, Octavia slowly made her way behind Bellamy's barricade with a plate full of spaghetti in hand. Carefully she snuck unnoticed until the last moment.

"Hey Bell," Octavia said. Just as he looked up from his crouched position on the floor Octavia's plate of spaghetti tumbled onto his face, which earned a thunder of battle cries from Bellamy's clan of lost boys.

Octavia's laughs turned into shrilling screams as Bellamy hoisted her up over his shoulder and started jogging around the table-filled room, "FOOD FIGHT!" He yelled, as he became the target of many projectiles, causing the room to explode in uproar.

The room was abuzz with spaghetti and meatballs; food flew across the room in large handfuls, thrown by thrilled campers.

Amid the crowd stood an angered Finn, with a look of upright disgust, as the mess hall around him exploded in uproar.

Laughing beside a fuming Finn stood Clarke, whose cabin had spontaneously combusted at the mere mention of a food fight and had started throwing food with everyone else. The only camper of Clarke's that wasn't completely enjoying herself was Charlotte, who hid behind Clarke in attempt to shield herself, whilst Clarke got nailed by spaghetti and meatballs.

Clarke observed more and more food fly through the air, in a rigorous war. Around the room kids stood on their seats, hitting kids from above with food, while others followed a more peaceful plan and hid under the tables.

Across the room an enraged Jaha burst in through the main doors, with a bullhorn in hand, observing the uproar of childish shrieks.

"QUIET" the bullhorn amplified,causing the room to instantly degrade its noises to whispers. "WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS?" Yelled Jaha, but he already knew the answer, a certain pair flashed through his mind.

All the children and staff silently sat down, all except Bellamy, who stayed standing, his face holding a sheepish yet troublesome grin.

Jaha raised an eyebrow in disbelief. Bellamy was only half of the dangerous duo, where was the other?

Across the room Bellamy gave Clarke a pointed glare, knowing that he wasn't going to down without her.

Clarke sat at her table with her arms crossed over her chest, glaring and shaking her head at Bellamy. Not this time. Not this time. Not this time. Bellamy's look mocked her in her seat. Not this time. Not this… Rolling her eyes she betrayed her conscience telling her to be strong, and stood up from her chair.

Bellamy's tried to look as disappointed as possible that they were in trouble, but ultimately failing, as his reckless look broke through. Just like old times.

"CLEAN THIS UP" Jaha yelled through the bullhorn before gesturing for the mischievous duo to follow him. Jaha out.