Love and war

Chapter 4

I decide to go find Clarke and Wells, the only people that I actually know here. I find them by the drop shift, huddled over a map.

When I was little and when my grandma needed a break, I would spend the weekends at Clarkes flat. I was good friends with her, but never as close as her and Wells. But now, I can sense some bad blood between them.

I was about to walk up to them and see what's going on when that kid with the goggles came up.

"Hey is there a bar on that map so I can buy ya a drink?" He joked.

I couldn't help but snicker at that one. I have always loved jokes.

Wells puts his arm on his shoulder, pushing him a few steps back. All of a sudden this Murphy kid and his douce bag friends appear.

"Relax, we're just trying to figure out where we are." Wells explains to him.

"We're on the ground. Isn't that good enough for you?"

I turn to see who said that. It was the same guy who was looking at me earlier. Bellamy.

Wells and Clarke explain that we need supplies, and in order to get that supplies we have to be on the other side of the mountain.

"How about you two go get it. Let the privileged do the work for a change." Bellamy shoots back at them.

People in the crowd agree. But I don't.

"Why should that matter? We're all convicts. No one is better than the other. No one is privileged. We're all on Earth. You say you want things to change? Okay. Then how about we stop labeling people into groups such as privileged. We need to stop with this childish shit and get what we need to get done in order to survive!"

Is what I want to say, but of corse as usual, I keep it locked up inside of myself.

Murphy and Wells start to fight. Clarke tries to stop it, but she is pushed back. I cant watch this anymore. They should've never sent a bunch of children down here, we'll never survive.
* * *
"So how many people are going mount wether?" I ask Clarke.

After watching that scene earlier, I stormed off and sat on top of the hill for a while.

"Finn, jasper, Monty, Octavia, and I." She tells me.

"5 people? That's it?"

"That's all the volunteers I could get. And before you ask, no you cannot come. Your mom used to work in the medical wing too. We use to play doctors when we were little. Healing is in your blood. And if I die out there, there has to be Someone here who can heal."

"Clarke, you know I don't really kn-"
She cuts me off.

"You'll know, when you have to. Plus, I need you to make sure this camp doesn't go to shit." Clarke explains to me.

"Clarke I-I never really talk an-" Clarke interrupts me.

"Listen. I know we haven't really talked in a long time, but we use to be really close. And I know there's a strong willed person in there. I trust you, Adelaide." Clarke smiled at me.

Trust me? How could she trust me? I know she knows what I've done.

Growing up, my mother and Abby were best friends. Before my mother died, she made Abby promise she would watch out for me. I have no doubt that the reason I wasn't floated immediately on my 18th birthday,had something to do with Abby.

Clarke offers me a small smile, before she joins the others on their trip to mount wether.
* * *
The sky had darkened, indicating its night fall. I'm a bit too far away from the group, sitting on a rock, on top of a small hill. The stars look so small from here.

I know I should be babysitting wells, but he's a big boy. He can take care of himself.

A beat of a drum sounds. I hear cheers in the distance. What the hell is going on now?

When I get back to the camp, I see the group huddled around a big fire. Wells and Bellamy are at the center of attention.

There are broken wrist bands burning in the fire. My eyes scan people's writs. Some are bare. Are they taking them off? How fucking stupid can they be?

Wells is trying to get it through these idiots minds that we won't survive here on our own. But the Bellamy dude, seems to have brainwashed them.

Clarke and Wells have made the most valid statements and reasoning on what we really need to do. Then Bellamy just swoops in and brainwashes them again into believing some stupid crap.

But Bellamy isn't stupid. I can tell he's not. He wants something. I can't tell what that is yet though.

"Here, there are no laws. We do whatever the hell we want, whenever the hell we want!" Bellamy yells to the crowd.

And yet again my mind is blown by the stupidity of these people.

Now they're all chanting "whatever the hell we want!"

And I want to speak, to stand up, try to stop this before it goes too far. And I try, I really do. My throat gets try before I even get to spit out the words.

I'm frustrated, angry at myself, and that dick head Bellamy. And what do I do about? I storm off into the woods alone.
* * *
My stomach growls. My back and head ace. I regret not eating all the meals I got on the arc.

I turn over, trying to get comfortable so I can sleep. But I doubt that's going to happen.

Sleeping alone next to a big tree, a little bit outside of camp, on a thin sheet is not the exact definition of comfortable.

After tossing and turning for a few minutes, I finally find a comfortable spot. My eyelids grow heavy. I shut my eyes and start to drift off to sleep.

My eyelids flud open.

I regonized the scream immediately. Wells.

Before I was even aware of making a conscious decision, my legs were gliding across the uneven ground. My knife I managed to steal from the drop shift was clutched in my hands.

My ears strain for more sounds, anything that could pull me into the right direction. More screams cry out, giving me a path to follow.

And then I see it. I see Murphy and a few other guys pinning down Wells. Bellamy is off to the side watching.

My heart starts to pound. Immediate panic washes over me. They are going to kill him.

But then the screaming stops.

They didn't kill him. They took off his wristband.

All of this, for a stupid fucking wristband?

Angry rises from within me. Before I could process my body's movements, I was already at camp. I stormed right into Bellamy's tent.

There are two girls asleep in his bed. I automatically roll my eyes. Man whore.

I unzip the bag that was sitting in the back corner of the tent. Packages of food are stuffed in there, along with some purified water.

I start to stuff the packages in my black jacket. Then, I hear footsteps entering the tent.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Bellamy asks me, pissed.

Slowly, I turn my body to face him. My feet carry me a few steps forward, until I'm looking straight into his eyes.

"Whatever the hell I want."

The dumbfounded look on his face gives me all the satisfaction I needed today.

As I make my way out of the tent, I can't help but let a smirk grow across my face.