Prisoner 83 | the 100

prelude

"Okay, you're pissed," Raven stated matter-of-factly. The mechanic was laying on her bed that was across the room from her dirty blonde roommate. She had been trying to talk to Hazel ever since the brunette had woken up that morning. Raven had gotten a good night's rest after the strenuous exercise she had taken in part the night before. Unfortunately for the dirty blonde, she did not get as much sleep as she should have.

Hazel rolled her eyes at the ceiling and yawned before saying, "As long as you're happy, that's all that matters."

"But it's Wick, I mean," the Latina hesitated before continuing, "it's not like you guys don't have a history."

The ex-medic pushed herself into a sitting position and gave her roommate a sideways glance. She pulled a shirt over her head as she started to say, "He's my ex-boyfriend, he got me arrested. What do you want me to say—what did you expect?" Hazel stuck her head through the whole of her shirt and stuffed her arms through each sleeve with unnecessary aggression. She glanced around the room to locate her pants before looking at her roommate and continuing, "Do you want my permission? You're a big girl, you can make your own decisions."

"I knew it, you hate me. I'll end it, I don't want this to come between us."

Hazel scowled before standing up and sliding into her jeans, "Don't back out because you're scared of getting too attached like you did with Finn." She zipped her pants up and buttoned them, turning to her boots before adding in, "And don't use me or him as your excuse."

The mechanic frowned, "You're right. I either get too attached or not at all, I mean, that's what happened with Bellamy. God, I just pick all the wrong guys!"

Her words made the dirty blonde freeze. She was bent over and had one of her shoes on and the other was across the room (she must have kicked her shoes off when she had returned to the room the night prior). "You and Bellamy?"

"Shit," she mumbled under her breath as she noticed her slip up. "Haze, I'm sorry. I thought you knew!" The Latina grimaced, not meaning to upset her friend. She knew that talking about the curly haired brunette—or just about anyone else in camp—was a sore subject for Hazel. The mechanic mentally beat herself up for being so careless.

The older female scoffed as she walked across the room and grabbed her left boot. She didn't want Raven to think that she actually cared, because she didn't. So, the dirty blonde grabbed a rubber band and started for the exit, throwing a half-assed goodbye over her shoulder, "Sure. I'm out of here."

"No, Haze, I'm sorry! Please come back. We should talk about this!"

The dirty blonde stomped off, wanting to get away from everyone and everything. She started to tie her hair up, wrapping the ponytail around three times before it suddenly snapped. Hazel glanced down at the broken elastic that had landed a few feet away and sent it a middle finger. She then continued her destination-less journey. When she found herself outside of Miller's room, she wasn't surprised. Normally, the light-skinned male was on guard duty, meaning he was never really in his room. So when Hazel opened the door expecting it to be empty, she was surprised to see Miller and some random guy doing unspeakable things. They stopped and her best friend confusedly asked, "Hazel? Oh, my—"

She yelled out an apology before slamming the door shut behind her. "God, today is just not my day."

The twenty-something year-old continued to walk around the camp and eventually found herself stumbling across the medical station. The dirty blonde quickly ducked her head, hoping that no one would recognize her, but it was too late. She had been spotted. "Hazel, hey!" Jackson called out as he went from one patient's bedside to another.