The 100 Imagines/OneShot

Childhood Bully Part Two

The next morning when you woke up, Murphy and all of his stuff was gone. You smiled slightly to yourself, enjoying the alone time you thought you'd lost. You tried to ignore why all of his stuff was gone as you got dressed, but it nagged at you. Where was it? Had he moved into someone else's tent? You pulled on your boots and preyed the last one to be true, then stepped out into the sun. The bright warm sun hit your skin and you grinned, you would never get used to it. On the Ark all your skin had known was artificial light, but here, here you had true sunlight. It made your skin sting is the best way, you never wanted the feeling to end. Taking in a deep breath, you reopened your eyes and began walking through the camp. Your eyes scanned the grounds for Bellamy, Murphy was once his right hand man, maybe he knew where Murphy was. You easily found him, sitting atop his invisible throne like the false King he claimed to be.

"Hey, Bell?" You called out as you neared him, he glanced up and met eyes with you. He sighed and began walking up to you with his hands placed arrogantly on his hips.

"Yes?" He asks, lips pursed. Every time you wanted to try and be nice to him, he acts like an arrogant jackass, like he has it out for you or something. You instantly cross your arms, put off by his nature. Choosing to get the point rather than draw things out by bitching him out, you keep it short.

"Do you know why Murphy's stuff is out of the tent?" Your question makes him smirk and lean on one foot, his arms crossing to match yours.

"Why? Missing him already?"

"Oh for fucks sake." You say harshly, raising a hand to rest on your forehead your body turns away from him for a second then back again.

"I'll find him myself." You say harshly before walking away. You head to the drop ship, hoping to find him there. You push through the makeshift doorway and look around.

"Hey Clarke?" You call out, seeing her working in the corner of the room. She turns for a minute to smile at you, before going back to what was in front of her.

"Do you know why Murphy's stuff is out of the tent?" You ask, walking up behind her. You hear her laugh slightly, turning to you with a smile.

"I do." She says, wiping her hands and dropping the rag on the table.

"What ever you did to him last night worked, he begged Bellamy to let him move into the upstairs." She points up, and you look at her surprised hardly believing you ran him off.

"He's been peaceful all day, Y/n-" Suddenly yelling breaks out in the camp, she rolls her eyes and follows you outside to see what fight was breaking out today. With little surprise to you, you see Murphy in the eye of the storm. The two boys grunt profanities while shoving and hitting each other. You see Bellamy at the outer ring, watching the fight with amusement. You smile slightly to yourself, the fight was kind of funny. Then, you see the other boy pull out a knife. You wait for Murphy to follow suit but he doesn't, clearly weapon less.

"BOYS!" You yell, startling everyone in the camp, Murphy glances at you for a second before returning his gaze to the knife.

"ENOUGH!" You bark, stalking up to the boys. You walk right up to them and snatch the other boys wrist. He defiantly clutches the knife, until you lean in close and get right in his face.

"Drop. It." You seethe. Fear flashes in his eyes and he does as he's told.

"Now you," You say bitterly, grabbing Murphy by the wrist instead "You come with me."

You don't wait for a response as you tug him in the direction of the drop ship. You stay silent until you reach the interior.

"What the hell was that?!" You shout, gesturing wildly outside. He stays quiet, only looking down at his feet and playing with his fingers. He doesn't show any trace of shame, but he's without a doubt hiding something. You sigh and turn away from him, massaging the bridge of your nose. The drop ship is quiet for a few minutes, until you take in a breath and face him again.

"Why is your stuff gone?" You ask quietly. You see him flinch from beneath his hair, making it clear he doesn't want to answer.

"I figured since you hate me so much, I'd just leave." He says harshly

"Murphy I-"

"No! It's fine Y/n, don't worry about it. It's fine." He snaps, he quickly walks out of the drop ship leaving you standing there. Clarke walks in with the boy at her side, she had clearly been waiting outside. She motions for the boy to sit and he does. As she tends to his small injuries she speaks up.

"Did you two work it out?" She asks softly, you sigh and lean against the wall. You and Clarke were never best friends but you didn't hate each other. You two could have conversations and would no doubt go to bat for the other if needed.

"No." You reply quietly and she nods.

"What was the fight even about?" You ask, mainly to the boy sitting on the table. He chuckles and shakes his head, before looking up at you.

"You."

"What?" You ask, walking up to him.

"The fight was about you. I was talking about you and Murphy, man, he lost it." The boy says, smirking. You stare at him confused.

"What were you talking about?" Clarke asks, equally intrigued.

"How hot you are. Me and my boys were talking about smashing with you and Murphy comes up out of no where, yelling some shit about not talking about you that way." Clarke looks up at you, the both of you speechless.

"That-That doesn't make sense. Why would he-"

"Sounds like he was defending you, Y/N."

Things had become so confusing to you, he made it very clear he hated you, why would he go to the trouble of defending your honor against some teen criminals?

"No, no that can't be right. He hates me." You say, shaking your head. Clarke chuckles and turns back to the boy.

"Maybe not."