"Well maybe I wouldn't get hurt so much if you taught me to fight!" You yelled at Bellamy. You guys were friends on the Ark before you got yourself arrested, but being on the ground brought you closer together.
"You asked me to accept your scars, I did that. I'll always accept you, scars and flaws and all, but this is where I draw the line. I can't see you get hurt anymore. You're lucky you're not dead."
"You accept me but you don't respect me..." You shook your head at him in disbelief, finally understanding what his problem was.
"What does that mean? Of course I respect you!" He yelled.
"Then why won't you teach me how to fight? Do you think I'm weak, incapable? I just want to get better, I want to be out there fighting with you. Do you know how hard it is for me to do nothing while your saving us?"
"There are other things you can do to save our people besides fight."
"Nothing I want to do." You looked down as you thought about becoming a gatherer, learning medicine from Clarke. But nothing sounded appealing. "I know I can, and I'll prove it to you." You took a few steps closer to him. "Let's fight."
"Are you joking? I won't fight you!" Little did he know that Octavia had gone behind his back and taught you how to throw a punch and how to dodge one.
"Exactly, you don't respect me." You spoke and threw a punch at Bellamy's gut. He immediately doubled over and put his hands on his knees for support.
"You throw a mean one, I gotta admit."
"I can be good, I can be a great fighter." He looked at you for a second before standing up straight.
"Fine, meet me outside the walls with your weapon of choice after breakfast."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You said with a little victory dance. He laughed and shook his head.
"You don't need to thank me, I'm only doing this because I love you." He said nonchalantly as he left you alone, and shocked, in the tent.
