"If you're going through hell, keep going." W. Churchill
chapter 4: andromeda
MY EYES CRACKED OPEN, the roof of the sickly green tent met my gaze. I hadn't slept much, maybe an hour tops.
I exited the tent to see people gathered at the fire, the panther from earlier had been cooked over the fire on a spit. I watched as Bellamy and Murphy stood triumphantly, each time a teenager stepped forward the two had removed the vital monitor in exchange for food. Finn had marched over along with Clarke, I knew this wasn't going to end well. I slowly strolled over, Octavia was a close friend of mine; but honestly her brother was a downright asshole.
An argument had broken out as Finn tried to get some food while Murphy pushed him back.
"You're seriously making people take off their wristbands for food? Have you gone insane?" Clarke seethed as she stepped forward.
"I'm just giving the people what they want, whatever the hell we want right?" Bellamy shouted, people chanted in response.
I rolled my eyes and reached forward to grab a piece of meat, I had successfully gotten a piece in my hand before Murphy's venomous eyes landed on me.
"What do you think you're doing? You have to give up your wristband," Murphy sneered as he lunged for me.
"Wristband for the food Buttercup, what do you think you're getting at?" Bellamy spoke with a smirk.
I only smiled in return and I was ready to wipe that smirk off his face.
"Whatever the hell we want right?" I asked with a smirk of my own, I popped the piece of meat in mouth and turned to walk away.
I heard a series of cheers as I walked away, the protests started as people began to take meat without giving their wristbands.
Murphy had took off to follow me, but Bellamy held him back."Leave it." Bellamy stated as his hand rested on Murphy's chest.
I spotted Octavia sitting beneath a tree at the edge of the clearing, she sent me a small smile as I sat beside her.
"I see you and my brother are getting along smoothly," Octavia joked as she turned to me.
"No offence O, but your brother is an asshole." I told her, she laughed at this before speaking again.
"He's not that bad, just a little rough around the edges." Octavia assured.
I shook my head, I refused to believe that a cocky, arrogant asshole such as Bellamy could be a nice person. Octavia stared at me with worry on her face, it was like she was scared of something.
"What's wrong?" I questioned and her eyes flitted to the ground.
"I kissed Atom and I know that you two-" Octavia started, but I cut her off.
"O, me and Atom have history but that's all it is." I reassured and she let out a sigh.
"What happened between you two?" Octavia asked and I stood up.
"I got locked up, we drifted apart." I answered, Octavia just nodded before I headed into the drop ship.
I sighed as I leaned back against the wall, Atom just tried to speak to me not so long ago about us and now he's messing around with Octavia.
"Fuck." I cursed as I slammed my fist against the wall.
"Woah, what's up buttercup?"
I was not in the mood for Bellamy's shit right now, I rolled my eyes before shooting back a reply.
"I don't have time for your shit Blake." I warned, he was threading on dangerous territory right about now.
"What are you doing still up? Most people are gone to sleep by now."
"Already slept besides I'm not tired," I managed to hold back the yawn that threatened to escape my lips.
The truth was that I was tired, but I was going to admit that to Bellamy and besides it's not like I get much sleep anyway.
"Well you should try get some more unless you're planning on babysitting upstairs." Bellamy compromised and I started to get irritated with him.
Well really, when wasn't I?
"Why do you care?" I asked with narrowed eyes.
"I- never mind, do what you want." Bellamy muttered as he exited the drop ship.
I walked down the thin corridor and turned onto the familiar hallway, I glanced briefly behind me to see nobody around. I halted outside my door, I pressed my ear to against the rough surface as I listened intently.
"Where the hell is Evelyn? Rose, you call yourself a mother and you let your child wander around the Ark." My father's voice boomed from the other side of the door.
"Robert, she's our child and what are you talking about? She's not wandering the Ark, she's at school." Mother spoke with a sigh.
It was true, I had been at school but the instructors had called a meeting last minute and let all the classes go early. I had considered going to the library and that seemed like a better option right now. I quietly turned around and slowly made my way down the hallway until I turned the corner. I was so busy looking back that it wasn't long until I was falling to the ground, but two hands caught my waist.
"Oh god, sorry I wasn't looking where I was going." I apologised as my eyes met with a boy.
He looked about my age, his light, blue eyes sparkled against the pale grey walls that surrounded us. His dark hair was messily pushed back off his forehead, he gave me a kind smile.
"It's okay, I'm sure it could've been the other way around either. I'm Atom." The boy introduced himself and he held out his hand.
I was still conscious of the fact that his other hand remained on my waist. I gently grasped his hand and shook it with a small smirk of my own.
"I'm Evelyn, but people call me Evie." I told him and he nodded.
"Well it was nice to meet you Evie, I'll see you around." He said as took off down the corridor without another word.
"Yeah," I whispered to myself as I was alone in the hallway once again.
Author's note:
Hey guys, so I felt inspired and decided to update. I probably won't update this book as frequently still, but I will probably take the 'on hold' notice off and maybe try to update once a week.
Let me know what you guys thought of the small flashback scene where Atom and Evie met.
Did you like the way Evie reacted along with Clarke and Finn in the whole meat for wristbands scene?
Girl power, you go gal!
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Bye, see you guys next time.
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