Torn

Betrayal?

Clarke

Clarke hated it here, she hated the dropship, she hated not being able to walk and quite frankly she hated Monty's lack of medical knowledge. She desperately wanted to leave the congested area of the dropship and breath clean air for the first time in weeks. She had to leave, no matter what.

"Monty!" Clarke called sitting up in her bunk

Monty hustled towards her, "Yea Clarke?"

"Help me out," she gestured him over

"Clarke-"

"I'm getting out of this damn dropship Monty, I'm fine. Now help me out."  Clarke glared at him taking hold of his shoulder as a crutch

Monty obediently helped Clarke out of her bunk and through the sick bay, leading her outside.

"You're shaking Clarke" Monty said

"Really, you didn't think I noticed" Clarke commented

"You're also sweating."

"You can leave me alone now Monty," Clarke said stumbling down the ramp onto the dampened soil

Bellamy and the other campers were busy  fortifying the wall that had broken down earlier this week. Instead of using thick branches, Bellamy cut down entire trees and used their strong trunks as closure. He was standing at the far end of camp, cutting wood alongside the other boys. She saw the shine of water on his bare chest and watched his synchronized movements as he brought down his axe. His chest rose heavily with noticeable fatigue but even then he worked. His black hair stuck to his forehead, the splash of freckles hardly visible under the grime on his face.

Clarke stayed where she was, watching him and suddenly a small, inviting voice crawled out from the back of her mind. Her heart skipped a beat.

"No," she mumbled, "No." Clarke groaned, "Water, I need water."

She shakily made her way to the river, tripping over the occasional branch and root. When she had finally reached the roaring stream she sat down on the shore, allowing the soft waves trickle over the pebbles and onto her boots. It was peaceful, for the first time since she had stepped foot on this earth. She wasn't surrounded by obnoxious noise nor the sound of the dying, but instead surrounded by the noise of running water and her own heartbeat.

And then as quickly as it had come, it left as she heard two voices coming her way. When she heard Bellamy's voice she swore under her breath and limped behind a tree. The second voice came after, but it wasn't another boy fetching water for the campers like she thought, it was a girl. A stupid camper girl, giggling and following this cougar.

Clarke could hardly obtain her anger. She bit her tongue, hard enough to taste the metallic taste of blood. Bellamy held the girls hand as he walked onto the shore, Asher was her name, a Waldentine.

Clarke started to question why she even cared, Bellamy's love life was his own, they were just leaders-not lovers. But when she tried to pull herself away from the sight of Bellamy cupping Asher's face and kissing her, she couldn't. She stayed stuck from her place behind the pine tree , and she suddenly loathed this girl. A strange rage overcame her, threatening to burst and she brought her hand into a fist.

"Wait-" she muttered, "What the hell am I doing?"

She heard scuffling and she looked up, she wished she hadn't. Bellamy was pulling off Asher's shirt and she unbuckled the belt holding his pants. Clarke stared, stupefied at how when Bellamy kissed her, his whole body moved passionately along with it. He picked Asher up and held her thighs as she wrapped her long legs around his waist. Clarke was surprised at how easily he was maneuvering given the fact that a person was on him. He had nothing free except his head, for which he used to the extent; kissing the side of  Asher's neck and down to her collarbone. Clarke noticed, with amounting disgust, that Asher was thoroughly  enjoying this little "water break" between her and Bellamy. She wound her fingers through his messy hair and down his back. When Bellamy brought Asher to the floor Clarke drew the line and broke from her trance. She stormed away-not caring if she made noise or not.

Clarke's face was a mixture of many emotions when she entered camp, most not joyous. She shoved past Octavia when she asked her where Bellamy was; and busied herself conducting the construction of the wall.