Survivors

Chapter 28- Friends and Foes

Bellamy Blake:

"Hey, careful!" I yell at a mysterious grounder who pokes at my gunshot wound. They have done nothing but stare and touch me as if I was a magical creature. Honestly, I don't think that Clarke made the right decision to trust the grounders and hand everyone over. Its not like a bunch of ancient tree huggers are going to form a truce with you after you've killed many of their people.

"Hey! You need to watch who you push around fellow." Clarke is shoved into my tent, and the grounders have done a good job turning her into...well...a grounder. She wears tight leather pants with lace up boots, a brown leather vest lined with a collar made of wolf fur. Her hair is done in a side braid with colorful feathers intertwined.

"Gosh, you look you beautiful, Princess." I say under my breath but she must have heard me because she whips her head around and runs towards me.

"Bellamy!" I get ready for an embrace, but instead, she places careful fingers on my wound. Classic Clarke. Putting herself before others. She carefully takes the bandage off and cleans it. When she's done, she wipes her forehead.

"So, what next?" I ask plainly.

"I have no idea." She looks off into space. I notice how her sharp blue eyes could penetrate any soul. When her eyes catch mine staring at her, I quickly stall.

"So, you really think this whole trust thing will work out with the grounders?" She bites her lower lip in concentration.

"It has to, or we're out of options. We've already had a bad experience with trust. I don't intend to make that same mistake again." I know exactly what she's talking about. Ali. Poor Clarke was betrayed by her own sister. We've set off the whole Mount Weather issue about her dad. For all we know, it could be a lie as well.

"Clarke!" We hear from outside the tent. She rolls her eyes.

"What could possibly be wrong now? Does everyone need me these days?" I smirk.

"I know I do." she giggles, and places her lips on mine. Her sweet sent surrounds me as I kiss her back. I don't want to be the first to pull away.

"CLARKE, HELP!" Clarke jerks away and runs to the entrance of the tent.

"CHARLOTTE!" Clarke yells and she's gone.