princess, ᵇᵉˡˡᵃᵐʸ ᵇˡᵃᵏᵉ

III, not my mom

three
not my mom

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i was slouched against a tree, my head laying on octavia's shoulder as her and i talked about nonsense. just about how beautiful and bright everything was here.

my eyes watched jasper. his feet kicked the bright green grass, shaking it and he met my eyes, sending me a small smile.

he never once judged me. even after he found out what i did. i lost a lot of my closest friends due to my crime but octavia and jasper stayed. they stayed.

"how are you doing, lia?" he asked me, sending octavia a smile. i smiled at him and stood, wrapping my arms around him, "i'm good, i'm doing really good," i pulled away but still was in his embrace. he nodded, smiling, "glad to hear that."

our moment was cut short when wells and clarke walked over, "we need to figure out where we are," the chancellors son instructed, pointing to the map in my sisters hand.

"we're on the ground, isn't that good enough for you?" bellamy's voice filled up my ears and i turned my head, the boy walking over to us. the loudness of the conversation was catching the attention of the other kids.

wells spoke with authority, "we need to find mount weather. you heard my father's message, that has to be our first priority," i cringed, bringing up his father was a bad idea.

"screw your father," octavia spoke, joining in. her and i shared a smile before she turned back to look at clarke and wells, "what, you think you're in charge here? you and your little princess."

my sister scoffed, the map in her hand being clenched as she talked, "do you think we care who's in charge? we need to get to mount weather, not because the chancellor said so. because the longer we wait, the hungrier we become, and the harder this will be! how long do you think we can last without those supplies. we're looking at a twenty-mile trek, okay? if we want to get there before dark, we need to leave. now."

bellamy stepped forward, glaring at clarke, "i have a better idea. how about you go? let the privileged do the hard work for a change," there were shouts of agreement around us.

"what about her? her father is marcus kane, he's on the council," someone shouted, referring to me. bellamy glanced back at me, a tiny bit of shock covering his features as my fists clenched.

i charged toward the guy, resulting in me being pushed back by him and i fell right on my ass.

"hey!" bellamy helped me off the ground, holding his arm out protectively, "she's different. she's one of us. don't touch her again," i didn't understand why he was sticking up for me when it was true.