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IVY WAS WIDDLING A STICK INTO A SPEAR WHILE SITTING ON A ROCK. Despite going on about whatever the hell they wanted, Bellamy had insisted on keeping all of the guns locked up, the only smart thing he had done. He knew that that would just cause chaos, and they needed to stay alive. She looked up when she heard some fighting, and she saw Wells and Atom getting into some sort of disagreement, and she stood up to step in before Atom killed the poor boy. Bellamy beat her to it.
He stepped out with no shirt on, just the jeans he was wearing the day before. Ivy rolled her eyes before allowing them to slide down to his very toned abs. She shook it off, reminding herself about what an ass he was as he pulled a shirt on.
"You still don't get it, do you, Chancellor? This is home now. Your father's rules no longer apply," he told Wells before turning to the boy that had some clothes in his hand. Ivy assumed that that was what they were talking about. "Oh, no, no, Atom. Atom, hold up. You want it back? Take it." He grabbed the clothes before chucking them to the center of camp where people then rushed to snatch whatever they could.\
Wells watched as the clothes were almost torn to pieces by the greedy teenagers, and he turned back to Bellamy as Ivy stood near them. "Is this what you want? Chaos?"
"What's wrong with a little chaos?" the Blake boy asked, causing the Bishop girl to roll her eyes. He caught her, and he raised his eyebrows at her. "Do you have something to add, Bishop?"
"No, Blake," she answered, not wanting him to have the satisfaction of knowing he had any sort of effect on her. His ego was too big as it was.
His attention was off her as soon as he heard a girl screaming. They all furrowed their eyebrows before walking over to the fire where the pile of wristbands were to see Murphy holding a whimpering girl over the fire. "Bellamy. Check it out. We want the Ark to think that the ground is killing us, right? Figure it'll look better if we suffer a little bit first."
"Let her go!" Wells demanded before whipping around to the so-called 'leader' of the group. "You can stop this"
"Stop this? I'm just getting started," Bellamy responded, and he watched as Murphy came up behind Wells, spun him around by his shoulder, and punched him right in the nose, causing the boy to fall over and everyone else to form a circle around them to watch and cheer
