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VII.

Clarke walked through camp as her campers happily ran ahead. The campfire pit was located at one of the far reaches of the camp that bordered camp Groundfield, so naturally the cabins were quite a distance away.

"Clarke!" called a familiar voice. The path through camp had been busy as all the campers and counselors made their way to the campfire, but of course Finn would be the one to spot her blonde hair in a crowd. Bellamy had gone ahead to catch up with the rest of his campers so there were no food projectiles that could stop Finn from annoying her this time. "Clarke! Wait up!" called Finn again.

Standing up to bullies was never a problem for Clarke, but telling an ex-fling to 'screw off' was a bit more of a struggle. Not that she would ever admit to needing Bellamy's help, but right now would be an opportune time for him to waltz up and scare off Finn somehow. Of course Bellamy was nowhere in sight when she actually wanted him there.

Deciding that she wasn't in the mood to be victimized by Finn's excuses, Clarke anxiously looked around for a distraction, before spotting Monroe ahead. Not turning around to see how far Finn trailed behind her, Clarke briskly walked ahead to where Monroe was and threw an arm over her friend's shoulder.

"Hey!" Clarke said cheerfully. Monroe shot her a confused look and started to turn around to where Finn desperately called her name. "No!" Clarke desperately whispered to her friend, causing Monroe to quickly look forward again. "Help, I need to get Finn off my back, pretend were talking or something!"

"Clarke, you're going to have to deal with it sometime," Whispered Monroe back.

"Yeah, just not now! Help me!" Clarke frantically murmured as she forced Monroe into a faster pace, hurrying away from Finn.

"Clarke!" Called Finn from behind, getting very close.

"Clarke, I don't know-" Spotting Finn within earshot out of the corner of her eye Monroe quickly clued in. "You and Bellamy!?" Monroe all but yelled, causing Finn to stop dead in his tracks, shock plastered on his face. "I knew you two would make a great couple." Monroe continued,arning a jaw drop from Clarke as well as Finn.

"Monroe! What was that!? Were just co-heads!" whispered Clarke, half blushing, half furious, as they left Finn in the dust walking away.

"But Finn doesn't need to know that! You asked for my help and i pulled through, what are friends for?" Monroe giggled, "Besides, Co-heads, dating, it's a small jump," She snickered. "It's not like there's not already rumors about you two flying around."

"No! That's a very big jump! Wait- what rumors?" exclaimed Clarke.

"Yeah! Rumors, bets, I wouldn't be surprised if someone made a Facebook group!" laughed Monroe, taking pleasure in Clarke's innocence.

Clarke let out a groan; "People know we can't stand each other, right?"

Chuckling, Monroe sighed, "I'm not sure what people know, honestly, but like I said before, 'co-captains, dating, it's a small jump'."

And like that, as if on a timer, there was a loud commotion far ahead. Jasper came wailing down the path, Monty in tow, the two running against the flow of campers, calling out for Bellamy and Clarke.

"Jasper? Monty?!" Clarke called, as they raced towards her.

Taking a hold of Clarke's shoulders, Jasper shook her slightly. "Grounders! They're attacking!" Howled Jasper.

Looking over to Monty for assurance he nodded, "They crossed the property line and started firing paintballs at us!" Said Monty.

Clarke nodded then looked over to Monroe, "Can you watch my cabin?" she asked. Monroe nodded.

Looking around, Clarke spotted the porch of the arts and crafts building beside them and quickly jumped onto it and called for everyone's attention. She was half expecting no one to notice, so she was half surprised when everyone looked to her tentatively for advice.

"Campfire is cancled! Counselors get the campers back to their cabins! Stay with them until you hear word. Got it?" It didn't matter if they understood or not because farther down the path towards the campfire a large group of 10 or so grounders, jogged towards them, howling and catcalling, paintball guns in hand. "Go!" Yelled Clarke, causing everyone to flee back to the cabins.