to build a home // j.m

0.6; lover boy.

Freya left Bellamy's tent at the break of dawn that morning. She left Bellamy still sound asleep on his bed. No one was awake, which she was glad for as her sex hair and crooked shirt was obvious. Freya slid on her jacket as she exited and sighed, taking in the sounds of the forest. She used to dream of this. The peace was broken by one of Jasper's loud groans, followed by shouts from many of the delinquents. Freya jogged across the camp and into the drop ship. 

Unbeknownst to Freya, someone was awake. Murphy was standing in the shadows of the drop ship. He had been awake for hours, unable to sleep and minding his own business when Freya's exit caught his eyes and his heart plummeted. He swallowed his undeniable heartache and threw the knife he had been twirling between his fingers at a nearby tree. 

Clarke was already by Jasper's side when Freya made it into the drop ship, and Monty seemed to be awaking in the corner of the room. 

"Did you sleep here?" she asked, to which Monty nodded in response. 

"If you could call that sleep," he remarked. Freya was impressed by his dedication to his best friend. She lowered herself next to Jasper alongside Clarke. 

"How is he?" she asked. 

"His heart rate is too fast, three eighty," she responded, her lips tight in concern. 

Freya bit her lip in worry as he let out another groan. More shouts chorused from the teenagers below, basically willing him to die. 

"Don't listen to them," Clarke said gently. "You're going to make it through this, okay? Promise." She turned to Freya. "Can you get me some clean water?"

Freya nodded and descended the ladder. Her worry for Jasper was growing rapidly. He didn't look good, he was pale and in agony and with a heart rate like that...

Freya exited the drop ship and her eyes landed on her sister, who she had been avoiding. She definitely hadn't received the fairytale reunion she'd been anticipating for over a year. She was surrounded by her posse she had been forming, a group of vicious girls who looked like they could end her in an instant. They were probably girls Luna got to know in the skybox after all those years. Luna smirked deviously before she got up and left, disappearing into one of the few tents that had been set up. Two of her closest members followed her. 

Then her gaze landed on Bellamy and Murphy by a tall tree by the drop ship. As she moved to the centre of camp to grab some fresh water, she watched them practising their aim with knives and axes. Bellamy threw the axe. It twirled through the air and landed in the tree with a thud. Murphy pulled the axe out and faced him. 

"I saw Freya leaving your tent rather early this morning," Murphy accused him. "What were you two up to?" 

Bellamy smirked, half out of pride and half because he knew he was messing with Murphy's head. He shrugged. "I told you I wanted her in my bed," he admitted. "It was good, no strings attached. Turns out she can use her mouth for far better things that talking." 

Murphy clenched his jaw and gripped the knife in his hand tighter. "So now what?"

Bellamy scoffed. "Don't worry lover boy, I'm done with her," he said, patting Murphy on the back and taking his axe back. "She's all yours now." 

Before Murphy could defend himself, Atom and the rest of their gang approached. Atom looked nervous in the presence of Bellamy. 

"We searched a half-mile in all directions," he announced, avoiding eye contact with Bellamy. "No sign of Trina or Pascal." 

Murphy smirked, his snarky demeanour returning. "Visit your special tree while you were out there?" he asked, referring to the tree Bellamy had tied him to the previous night, before he went to sleep with Freya.