The 100 (fanfic)

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When I woke up the next morning everyone was already getting down to business. The grounders would probably soon be coming. That bomb could only hold them off for so long.

I shakily got up. Everything hurt a lot more than it did any other day. Especially my head. I walked out of the tent and got hit with the extremely bright sun. My hand shot up to my eyes as I tried to navigate myself around camp.

"Your up," Murphy said smiling from inside of the meat hut.

"And you're not dead," I tilted my head smiling.

"Yeah. Looks like your boyfriends lettin' me stay," He smirked.

"Bellamy's not my boyfriend," I glared rolling my eyes.

"How'd you know I was talking about Bellamy?" Murphy sat looking satisfied.

"You're an ass," I laughed walking away.

I then realized the true mistake I made during that argument. I didn't even think of Sterling and I. It was as if we weren't even dating.

"Beth!" Sterling called smiling.

"Speak of the devil..." I muttered to myself.

"What?" He smiled.

"Nothing. What are you doing today?" I asked.

"Nothing, I'm on patrol almost all day," He sighed.

"That's not fair. Who assigned you?" I wondered.

"Bellamy," He said as if it were obvious.

Of course he did.

"Fire!" Someone yelled.

I whipped around to see that our meat tent was ablaze. Everyone started to gather around the growing fire.

"This is all your fault!" Murphy hissed walking toward a guy. "We told you it was to much wood!"

Murphy ran up punching the guy. They started to fight punching and kicking each other until Bellamy pulled them apart.

"Hey! Stop!" He yelled getting in between them.

"So now what the hell are we gonna do?" Octavia announced. "Thats was all the food!"