Prisoner 83 | the 100

chapter twenty-nine

A pair of wide, chocolate brown eyes met sparkly, hazel ones in an instant. The male seemed at a loss for words as his threat began to close up. It became hard for him to swallow and he felt the familiar prickling sensation build up in his eyes that had happened when he first found out that his best friend was missing. The sight before him was something he never thought he would see again; he felt like he was seeing a ghost. Standing before him, dressed in a pretty white dress was the familiar dirty blonde that haunted him when he closed his eyes. "Ha—Hazel?"

Maya suddenly turned, pausing mid-sentence as she watched the dark-skinned male launch himself at her best friend. At first, the pale brunette thought the newcomer had bad intentions with her Hazel. But when Maya saw the medic open her arms and tightly embrace the male, she allowed herself to relax.

Teresa Rinaldi, however, did not like what she was seeing. To her, it looked like Hazel and this newcomer were in some sort of intimate relationship. In her opinion, the elderly woman thought the scene was inappropriate. Hazel was dating her grandson, not this. . . delinquent.

"Hem, hem," Teresa cleared her throat as she moodily pushed passed the two friends who were still embracing. The pale teenager moved aside for her cousin's grandmother to exit the elevator, noticing the sour expression on the older woman's wrinkled face. Teresa finally escaped the metal box and went to walk off before spinning back around and saying, "Theodore will be hearing about this."

Hazel and Miller broke apart, the former's smile fading as she watched the angry old woman stop off. Worry filled her as the elevator doors began to slide shut. The dirty blonde looked at Maya with a nervous expression, knowing that Mrs. Rinaldi could very well be on her way to Theo with the intent of wrongly accusing Hazel of cheating on her grandson.

"Who's Theodore?"

The dirty blonde looked back at the familiar male before forcing a smile and saying, "Just a friend."

Maya gave the oldest of the three a pointed look as if to say, liar. It seemed that the male noticed the look and went to push the topic before the dirty blonde attempted to change the topic by exclaiming, "What about you, what are you doing here?"

Miller frowned before asking, "You don't know?" The dirty blonde shook her head and glanced at the pale teenager who refused to meet her eyes. "After the fight with the Grounders, we were brought here. These people—Maya included—rescued us. 'S crazy to think that after everything, Mount Weather actually exists."

"What?" Hazel asked, utterly confused by this new overload of information. "Fight with the Grounders?"

The dark-skinned male's mouth formed an O before he responded, "I forgot you weren't around for that. . . but yeah, we took on the Grounders. It was bad—we hardly stood a chance. If it weren't for Raven, we'd all be goners."

The dirty blonde furrowed her eyebrows, still confused. Miller seemed to notice this but cut himself off as the elevator's doors opened. Maya began to exit the metal contraption, being followed by the newcomer. "Aren't you coming?" The question was asked by Miller.

Hazel, although she was still struggling to remember anything about the so-called Grounders and this "Raven" character, slowly nodded and began to follow after the other two. "Where are we going?"

This time, it was Maya who answered. "The dorms."

The dorms were an entirely new area to Hazel. It was frustrating seeing as just as she thought she had gotten the entire foundation memorized, an entirely new section showed up.

The discombobulated medic continued after her two friends, who seemed to be from entirely different worlds, in a daze. She moved slow as she heard Maya warning Miller to not push himself after all of the surgeries he had recently endured. What—surgeries? Hazel was even more confused now.