The girl who loved / The 100 fanfiction

Babysitting

Aimee brought back the clothes of the two boys back to camp and was about to stock them away in the dropship when a boy named Atom stopped her.

"Hey honey" he started, eyeing her up and down "where'd you get those clothes?".

"From the two dead bodies I just buried" she answered, disgusted at the way he looked at her.

"Smart, I'll take it from there" He told her, reaching for the pile.

She jerked away, taking a step back.

"Hey! don't touch that" she snapped angrily "no one will get them unless they need it"

Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted and the boy in front of her did not seem to want to be nice anymore.

"Come on, don't be a bitch" He spat, yanking the clothes from her grip.

She shoved him, anger replacing reason. He threw the clothes on the floor and took a swing at her. Aimee yelped as pain shot through her right eye. She fell backwards in the dirt, shocked.

'Hey!' Bellamy's voice shouted at Atom. Aimee faintly saw him punch the boy in the stomach, making him double down and cough.

Bellamy walked towards Aimee, yanking her upwards.
'Can you at least try to stay out of fucking trouble?' he asked her.

'Screw you' she answered.

Normally she wound have yanked out of his grip, but her eye was currently hurting too much, so she let herself be dragged.

Aimee spent the rest of the afternoon sitting on a log, waiting for the pain in her eye to subside. Eventually, after getting bored, she set out to help the other teenagers to set up the tent. She figured she might as well help since she had nothing better to do. When night fell, Bellamy, Murphy and their crew called for everyone to group around the bonfire. Aimee was scared of what they were pulling on next, and rightfully so. When she arrived, Bellamy was giving one of his animated speeches about how they had to liberate themselves from the Ark. As always, he got his point across and as soon as he was done the teenagers lined up to get their wristbands taken off. Wristbands after wristbands, the crowd cheered, feeling somewhat powerful. Aimee understood what they were feeling, and she would be lying if she said she was not tempted herself.

But not without Finn.

They were a team.

Aimee trusted Finn, Finn trusted Clarke, and the blond girl had made it clear taking them off was stupid.

So Aimee restrained herself.

After yet another Wristbands taken off, Murphy threw it in the fire, and the crowd exploded in cheers. Aimee watched, hopeless, when none other than Wells walked passed her, bumping her shoulder in the process.

"Who's next?" Bellamy shouted, puffing his chest in pride.

Aimee had decided she did not like him much. He was rude and too proud. She knew that, like everyone else, he probably had his reasons, but still, it didn't mean she had to like him. And she didn't.

She went to grab Wells by his jacket to stop him from putting himself in the spotlight once again, but he was already too far.

"What the hell are you doing?" he shouted, making the crowd quiet down.

Aimee internally cursed. She could not believe how dumb the boy was. It seemed as if he wanted to paint a target on his back, if he hadn't already.

One of Bellamy's boys went to take care of him, but the older boy put a hand on his chest, stopping him.