𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 | bellamy blake

𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

"this changes everything." bellamy said as he put up a large blanket with an x on it. "no more running from spears. ready to be badasses girls?"

arabella smirked at the man, placing a nut into her mouth.

"look, i'm not gonna fight you both on bringing guns back to camp. i know we need them, but don't expect me to like it." clarke told the two.

"we're lucky the rifles were packed in grease. the fact they survived means we're not sitting ducks anymore." bellamy told them. "you need to learn how to do this."

arabella glanced at clarke who still seemed quite concerned about bringing guns into the camp, she handed the girl a rifle giving her a nod.

clarke held the gun awkwardly. "so i just hold it on my shoulder?" she asked.

"yeah." arabella answered, then walked over to her. "a little higher." she added, moving the gun to the correct position. arabella reached over to grab a gun for herself. she held it at the correct height, but bellamy stepped in and moved the gun, even though it was pointless. his hand lingered on arabella's shoulder.

"i know what i'm doing." arabella said softly. "my dad wanted me to be part of the guard when i was little."

"right, yeah, sorry." bellamy stumbled. "er, watch and learn." he grabbed a gun and aimed it at the blanket, he pulled the trigger and the gun just clicked.

arabella and clarke looked at each other trying not to let out a laugh, bellamy glanced at the two girls before reloading the gun.

bellamy tried again, looking through the scope, pulling the trigger, and again, it just clicked.

"still watching." clarke told him.

"my bullets are duds." he said in annoyance.

arabella rolled her eyes, she held up the gun and looked through the scope aiming for the middle of the 'x' that was marked on it, she pulled the trigger the bullet flew through the blanket a little more to the left than she had wanted.

clarke tried next, she pulled the trigger but the bullet hit nowhere near the target. arabella kept her mouth shut though considering clarke had never touched a gun in her life. 

"that was amazing." clarke said excitedly, letting out a laugh, but then she turned around to arabella and bellamy. "am i horrible for feeling that?" she asked.

"try again." arabella smiled.

clarke shook her head. "no. we shouldn't waste the ammunition." 

"you need to practice." bellamy jumped in.

"no, we need to talk about how we're gonna keep guns around camp." clarke argued, looking at arabella to back her up. "where are we gonna keep them, and who has access." clarke carried on.

bellamy ignored her and took a shot at the blanket. 

"you left miller in charge of the grounder." clarke said to him. "you must trust him."

"you should keep him close. the others listen to him." bellamy bluntly told her, taking a short glance at arabella.

"i should keep him close?" clarke asked, confusion etched onto her face. "you two, what's going on?" she looked at the two.