They All Love A Criminal *A Bellamy Blake FanFic*

Feather

Mina walked into the woods with her hand hovering over her makeshift knife. She wanted to be alert for Grounders but part of her knew they weren't going to come for her.

"What are you doing out here," a familiar voice said behind Mina and she whipped around to see who it was. Bellamy stood with his hands in his pockets staring at her.

"I needed air," Mina replied cooly. "What are you doing?"

"Making sure nobody goes outside the area without an okay by me," he said walking towards Mina. He stood in front of her towering over her.

She looked at him and grinned. She wasn't scared of him. She wasn't scared of anyone. She actually was amused that Bellamy thought he had everyone wrapped around his finger but not Mina.

"You don't scare or intimidate me, Bellamy," Mina shrugged casually.

"Really," he smirked. "That's good."

"Sure, Blake. Whatever you say," she nodded. She didn't care what Bellamy or anyone thought of her. She knew who she was and she knew who she wasn't. That's what made her different from the other juvenile delinquents.

Bellamy stared down at Mina. He hadn't lost hate for her but he found her...interesting.

"C'mon," Bellamy sighed grabbing Mina's biceps and pulling her to the camp. Mina didn't fight. She was tired and her body still hurt. Actually, she was exhausted.

"Can you lighten your grip," she groaned. He glanced back at her and lightened it a little.

Mina's head started feeling light kind of like a feather. Her eyes started blurring and her legs felt like noodles. She didn't know what was wrong with her.

"Mina," Bellamy said catching her in his arms.