Amery is not supposed to be on the dropship.
She isn't one of the hundred delinquents being sent down to a radiation-soaked planet. She's just a Zero-G mechanic making some last-minute adjustments to a project nobody will tell her anything about.
I...
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✧】xii. moonshine【✧
[ contents under pressure ]
"WHAT? NO," BELLAMY says, turning on his heel and making to walk away. Arrogant, impatient, rude– what had Amery expected?
For a moment, her heart falls, shoulders sagging in resignation, but then she remembers how terrified Keaton had looked when they'd hauled Cash through the gates, bloody and bruised. She remembers her dagger falling uselessly to the ground. She remembers how absolutely and utterly helpless she felt watching the Grounds battle her friends.
So Amery marches around Bellamy and blocks his path.
"Yes," she emphasizes, standing her ground. She grinds out each word, nearly growling at the taller boy. "Teach. Me. To. Fight."
"I don't have time for this, Mecha," he mutters, and she raises a brow at the nickname Clarke gave her, the one she thought he was done using. She finally notes the tension in Bellamy's jaw, his clenched fists. Somethinghappened. But she brushes it off. She doesn't care.
"Then find me someone who does," she demands, and Bellamy shakes his head slightly, exhaling in disbelief but with a slightly amused smile playing across his face.
"You won't stop, will you?"
"No."
Exasperated but not seeming genuinely angry, just mildly inconvenienced, Bellamy scans the clearing.
"Miller!" he barks, and the broad-shouldered boy trots over to where they stand, head tilted curiously.
"Yeah?"
"The mechanic wants to learn to fight." Miller studies her for a moment, then breaks into a grin.
"Okay."
"Okay?" Amery echoes, gaping. That was... easy.
"Yes, okay," he smirks. "A friend of Keaton is a friend of mine. Come on." Amery's heart skips a beat, guilt swirling in her chest. A friend of Keaton. Is that what she is? Would he still call her a friend?
Miller turns, then stops to look over his shoulder when Amery doesn't immediately follow. "We start now. Let's go."
Amery follows Miller away, but not before looking back at Bellamy and giving him a firm nod.
Bellamy smirks.
His turn in the opposite direction is punctuated with a massive clap of thunder, making Amery jump and nearly topple right into Miller, her twisted ankle protesting.
