Hell and Back (The 100)

29 - Virus

There isn't enough room in my mind to be thinking of everything that has happened the past twenty four hours. I quickly snapped myself out of the whole thinking about Bellamy thing. Right now, we have more important things to worry about, wanting to know why Bellamy kissed me and the fact that I somehow broke him is not life or death. 

Murphy was back. No one wanted him back here. Honestly, I had completely forgotten that we banned him. Now, he's saying he was with the Grounders. It's Murphy and I'm worried that we can't actually trust him. Bellamy and Clarke plan to kill him if he doesn't leave after we get him to share everything.

My fists clench down by my sides, swearing at Murphy in my mind over the fact that he told the Grounders everything about us. If we had any sort of upper hand on the Grounders, it has officially been wiped away because of Murphy's morosis. He was lucky I didn't punch him right away when we saw him outside of the wall. 

Too focused in my own head, I accidentally slam the right side of my body into someone else. In an instant, I snap out of my head to reach out for the person I bumped into, apologies floating off of my lips.

A distracted Harper weakly smiles, muttering, "It's okay, really."

"I guess we were both too involved with our own thoughts." I point out with a small chuckle. 

Harper presses her lips together without saying a word. 

I touch her shoulder. "Hey, are you okay?"

Her eyes fly up to meet mine. A forced grin sliding on her face as she says, "Yeah, everything's fine."

"Harper..." I give her a knowing look. 

The two of us never really have that much time to talk, considering she is usually on guard and I'm helping run the rest of the camp. It wasn't the fact that we didn't like each other, actually, we got along really well. We'd always have conversations with each other when we could. Sometimes, it was nice to talk to someone that wasn't Bellamy, Clarke, or Jasper. 

Her hand waves toward Jasper's new tent with a defeated sigh. "I took a mile when I should have taken an inch." Harper shakes her head. "It's nothing. Don't worry about it." 

A frown takes place on my lips, instantly understanding. The crush she had on my brother was kind of obvious. She didn't even have to tell me about it. I could just tell by the way she acted toward him. It was cute. Before I can say anything else to comfort her, Harper walks away in silence. 

Rubbing my temple, I continue on my trek to Jasper's tent. Bellamy gave him a bigger one after the whole bridge thing. Several people in the camp kind of saw him as a hero. The amount of times I've heard Jasper tell the story is a bit much, but I know he's enjoying himself. 

I push the flap of the tent out of my way and step inside the tent. All it takes is two seconds for me to notice Monty on his bed and Jasper standing up, only a couple of inches away from me.

"-- go float yourself, Monty."

I throw my hands up, shocked to hear my brother say something like that to his best friend. "Whoa, what's going on?"

Monty narrows his eyes at Jasper. "I'm just telling you the truth."

Jasper scoffs, completely ignoring my presence in the tent. "No, you're telling me your truth." He barely shakes his head and sighs. "I'm not like you anymore."

My own dark eyes narrow in confusion at my brother. What is he talking about? I have never heard Jasper and Monty talk to each other like this. They were the best friends that never fought because they got along so well.