𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, the 100 [1]

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One year and seven months ago

"So, tell me about this Bellamy that you've been hiding from us," Freya requested. Aleta was sat in her friend's living quarters, the two working on an assignment. "What?" Aleta questioned. Freya rolled her eyes and scoffed, "I only saw him once and Clarke keeps talking about him because you keep talking about him but you don't talk about him with me. You've bene hanging out with a lot lately. Clarke thinks you like him."

Aleta feigned confusion, "I don't know what boy you're talking about. I haven't been keeping him a secret or anything."

"So how come I don't know anything about him?" Freya said and Aleta sighed. "Look, Frey, there's nothing to tell you about. He's just my friend," she finally said.

"I wanna know more. Tell me!" Freya demanded with a laugh. "He's just someone I met at the clinic. He needed stitches and I gave him stitches," Aleta answered nonchalantly. "Can you tell me something I don't know? What's he like?" Freya questioned. Aleta rolled her eyes again. "He's nice," she deadpanned.

"Was he always nice or was he mysterious?" Freya shot next and Aleta rolled her eyes, yet again. "Okay, first of all, this isn't one of those old novels about a bad, mysterious boy falling for the nice girl. And to answer your question, no. He was a complete jerk when I met him. But, he apologized and we're friends," Aleta responded.

"Do you think he's cute? Because when I saw him, damn he was fine as hell," Freya said, pretending to fan herself before leaning in closer to the girl. Aleta felt heat on her cheeks and looked down. "Does Aleta have a crush?" Freya jokingly mocked. "No, Aleta doesn't," the younger girl replied. "Yes you do. You think he's cute," Freya stated. "Just because I think he's cute doesn't mean I like him," Aleta defended.

"So you do think he's cute!" The redhead exclaimed and Aleta face palmed. "Yes, okay. I think he's cute. So what? I don't like him," Aleta groaned. "But I know you. And you like him. I can tell," Freya said causing Aleta to sigh. "If I did like him, which I don't, but if I did, it's not like he'd like me back," Aleta said quietly with a shrug.

"And why not? You're a hot and intelligent 17 year old girl. You're funny and amazing. Any and every guy would be lucky to have someone like you. Bellamy is lucky to have you as a friend and I hope that, if you do like him, that you'll tell him," Freya said with a smile. Aleta smiled too, blushing at the compliment, "Thanks, Freya." Freya shook her head. "Don't thank me. Just go tell him how you feel," she told her, giving her a supportive smile.

Aleta nodded, a sarcastic smile on her lips before rolling her eyes yet again. "I don't like him," she reiterated and Freya narrows her eyes. After another hour passed, Aleta got up to leave. She gave Freya a brief hug goodbye before leaving the room. She journeyed to the library where she had plans to meet with Bellamy. When she got there, she sauntered to the very back, sat at their table, and waited for him to arrive.