After the End [ The 100 ]

29. Omg bextavia or what 😳

*disclaimer: new format, may be more than one POV per chapter

i am become death

———[bex]

My hair is so greasy. When I pull my hand away, I'm actually cringing at how slick it feels.

A long-winded groan leaves my lips as I slump back against the mound in Octavia's tent.

Feeling a familiar pain rising up, my shaky hand brings the bottle to my lips and I take a long sip of Monty's hooch.

It burns but it feels so good like... well we know what it's like.

My fingers lightly stroke my ribcage. Clarke was literally crying when she was changing it, so I took over and finished the job. I guess I did learn something from Eiden wherever that curly-haired, Alpha freak is. Maybe we'll find her soon, and Clarke will stop crying long enough to do the one thing she's here for.

Actually, most of the time she's drinking. Like someone I might actually have a good time with kind of drinking. If things ever get bad at camp, Clarke would be my first last choice of who to hang out with.

I slightly lower the bottle and my eyes snap up at the sound of someone entering the tent.

She doesn't notice me at first. Octavia's head looks around frantically. "Oh great, you're here."

I drink the liquid and frown.

Octavia is looking around for something, causing my eyes to follow her traveling form. "Careful how you talk to a dead girl. I might come back to haunt you," I say, voice flat and exhausted.

Octavia smiles though and heads over. "As if you don't recover faster than you finish a bottle. Give me some of that, I'll help you to a new record."

She's already reaching down. I'm grinning as I pass it over. I watch her take a sip before rolling my head back down.

She makes a satisfied swallowing sound. "Todd been in here yet?" Octavia asks with a confused frown.

Amazing. My new favorite person is constantly bringing up my new least favorite person.

"I saved your life once, remember? So why do you keep bringing up the one thing that makes me want to kill myself?"

Octavia actually laughs before her face drains of any amusement. "He's a very hard person to be around."

Lately, she's right. Ever since he tried to kiss me thinking I was going to die, it's like he's made it his mission to rack up as many minutes with me as possible. I don't know if Todd thinks it'll change my mind, or I'll fuck him on my deathbed or something.

"Not all of us can have perfect love lives with hot, chiseled men willing to lay down his life and artistic skills for us," I rant, going on and on. Then I send her a pointed look, "I don't wanna hear Todd's name on your mouth again..."

"I don't understand. He wasn't this bad before we came to the ground."

I roll my eyes. That's obvious. "It changed things for everyone." It's the one thing I can't hold against him.