Peaked -Bellamy Blake¹

17

Realizing how long the night had been, I noticed the sun would be rising within the next few hours.

After we saw the drop ship, I headed to a tent with Bellamy and a few others to talk about our next move. With Finn and Clarke still MIA, we've got to try and make a plan of action without them.

"I'm guessing from the angle that the ship came down, it defiantly cleared the ridge." I reason with the boys. Figuring out where it actually is would be a great start on a plan.

A flap on the tent begins to open, Octavia marching inside.

"Alright then, if it cleared the ridge, it's probably near the lake then." One of the boys answers. He's actually right.

After hearing that, Octavia voices her assertion. "We should get moving, everyone's ready." She informs Bellamy and the rest of us. Bellamy's jaw clenches. "No one's going anywhere. Not while it's dark, it isn't safe." Bellamy demands. Octavia's face lights with surprise. "We'll head out at first light. Pass the word." Bellamy once again demands to the boys in the tent. On command, the boys rush out the tent to do exactly as he told them.

Talk about wrapped around Bellamy's finger, or maybe they're just up his ass. Either way they listen to every single thing he says like he's their master. It's actually kind of creepy.

I stand silent. As Bellamy tries to leave without making eye contact with neither me nor Octavia, she stops him in his tracks. "Everyone for a hundred miles saw this thing come down, what if the grounders get to it first?" She asks him.

Based of the visual rate of speed and the velocity of the ship, it was probably more like 275 miles, but yeah still makes sense. She's strong headed, I'll give her that. They both have that in common. Bellamy hesitates at her reasoning. Like he wants to listen to her but feels like he can't. "Bell, we should go now!" She argues.

Suddenly I feel a little uncomfortable. This seems like some sort of sibling moment, and not participating in it while just standing here makes me feel like I'm interrupting something. For a second they both seem like strangers to me. I guess in a sense they kind of are; I've only known them a week and a half. I haven't really talked too much with Octavia but with Bellamy, I guess me being weirdly drawn to the sort of sense of comfortably I get when we talk has made me a lot more familiar with him. But I've come to find there are many sides to him, and I'm really only familiar with the Bellamy from earlier tonight, and in the cave. Big brother Bellamy is still kind of a stranger to me, so I guess that's why I feel a little out of place.

Weird to think you really don't know someone until you really know all sides of them. I don't think I've really ever fully known someone; at least I know no one has ever fully known or understood me. My mom did, but I really only had her for a short time in my life. My father knew what time I came home during the night and he knew when my rations were up for renewal but other than that, the man could have been a stranger.

I had Jake and I loved him a lot but still, there were times when I felt like he'd never fully get me. He never knew the parts of me I didn't share with him. Same with Finn and Raven, even after all those years. Some things about myself I feel are better to leave swirling inside than to let people in. My guard has always been up a mile high. The people I care about definitely find cracks, but I've never really known someone who could break them down.

From the vibe I get with Octavia and Bellamy, it feels like the two of them know each other more than they know themselves. It's why they care so much about each other. It's why Bellamy would do anything to protect her.

"I said we wait until sunrise." He states, unwavering. He stomps out of the tent leaving Octavia and I alone. Her eyes roll back like a bowling ball. "I tried." She says, her arms slapping to her sides. "You're up." She adds, gesturing to the tent's exit. My eyebrows furrow at her repose. Then, when I realize she means she wants me to talk to him, my face softens in understanding. I crease my mouth into a line as I rush out the tent.