Gona Heda (The 100)

Ep 5/Chap 9

I wake up at the sound of kids yelling outside. I hear the shouts of panic before it all dials down to people just letting out sounds of awe. I look around and see that I'm in an unfamiliar tent.

I quickly sit up and just as I did, that's when the memories of the night prior resurfaced into my head.

I start to tear up but quickly make the tears go away. I refuse to cry again.

Just imagine how ugly I already look.

I put on my boots and walk out of my tent. I glance around camp and notice that most are gawking at the sky but some look to me when they hear me coming out of the tent.

I eye the crowd before my eyes land on the one specific person I wanted to see.

I walk straight towards the person with my head held high as everyone steps out of my way and now decides to watch me intently.

I didn't bother looking to the sky to see what everyone was talking about.

The person turns around once I'm near and their eyes go wide at the sight of me but can't say anything because they immediately earn a punch to the face.

I just punched Clarke.

She looks at me in shock and reaches to touch her nose which has blood dripping down it.

I purse my lips and just stay silent for a moment.

Then punch her again.

Then again.

And again.

"Fuck you, Griffin." I spat out in distaste.

Saying her name was like having venom in my mouth.

Those who weren't still staring at the sky, freeze in shock and have wide eyes while watching the whole ordeal.

"Damn, Five!" Miller whistles. "Remind me to never mess with her!" He tells the people around him.

As I try to walk past him, he holds his fist out, stopping me, and my eyes narrow slightly before punching his fist with my own.

Miller immediately feigns hurt despite the fact that I barely even hit him.

He hisses holding his hand to his chest and cries out dramatically.

"I'm drying-"

I cut him off. "Drying? You're drying..." I raise a brow.

"Child, be quiet. I'm trying to be dramatic here. It was a simple mistake, alright? My tongue just twisted. You don't interrupt the show." He snaps.

I raise my hands in surrender and gesture for him to continue. He nods firmly before getting back into his act.

"I'm DYING!" He corrects, glaring at me. "Why did you do it so hard? I'm wounded. Oh how this world is so vile!"

I attempt to hold in my laughter but it ends up bubbling out. Miller stops his act, smiling ear to ear, and bows for me.

I bow back slightly and there's a tiny smile set on my face.

Laughs come out of some teenagers and some pat millers back. "You definitely had me there."

"Yeah. Ever thought of being an actor?" A kid says.

"I did theater." Miller shrugs nonchalantly.

"We didn't have a theater." One teenager furrows his brows

"Shut the fuck up. Yes we did." Miller hissed, smacking the kids head.

The teenagers continue to laugh and carry on with the conversation.