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"So, Miller, any hot guys around?" Grace asks the boy innocently, smirking when he rolled his eyes at her. What could she say? She was just trying to make conversation.
"I have a boyfriend, G," Miller mutters.
"Well, I do not, so wingman me," Grace states, frowning when she saw a grin stretch on his face.
"G, you know every guy in this camp only wants sex," Miller rolls his eyes at her.
"You don't," she retorts.
"I have a boyfriend," Miller repeats. "Also, half the guys in this camp are only after sex, like I said. I'm not into that stuff."
Grace sighed before turning and wiggling her eyebrows at Miller. "How do you know that's not what I want?"
Miller lets out a bark of laughter. "Because you're a virgin, G."
Grace blanches at him. "How the fuck did you know that?"
"It's practically written all over your face," Miller laughs. Grace rolls her eyes at him. It was not. "It might also be the fact that you were put into solitary when you were eleven years old, and I don't think you were banging any old ass guards in there either, so I'd say you're still a virgin."
Grace stuck her tongue out at him childishly and he returned it.
"Besides, I think you've got a certain Blake wrapped around your little finger anyways," Miller snickers.
Grace's brows furrow in confusion. "Who? Octavia? We're just friends."
Miller let's out a bark of laughter, his head tilting back slightly. "Not—What the hell?"
Grace follows Miller's gaze towards the sky. The girls mouth drops open slightly at the sight. A pod was crashing down with smoke billowing around it, obviously from The Ark. The redhead stands and observes the crowd around her, wondering if anyone else had seen it or if it was a figment of her imagination.
"Bellamy! Get out here!" Octavia calls. Grace feels her cheeks burn when the boy emerged from his tent without a shirt on. His eyes met the girls with a worried look but her green eyes immediately moved back towards the sky. Octavia points towards the sky. "There!"
"They're coming to help us," Jones states. Grace chooses to stay quiet at this, knowing her sharp tongue would get her in trouble had she said anything. "Now we can kick some grounder ass."
