Royals

3-We're Back Bitches

Clarke P.O.V.

Holy shit. Is this guy some kind of Greek god? He sure as hell looks like one. His brown eyes look like perfect chocolate ice cream, from what I heard that looks like. His adorable freckles look like stars and constellations on the sky that is his face and his muscles were sculpted in a god-like manner.

The way he lovingly hugged that girl worried me a little.

Is that his girlfriend?

Wait, no, Clarke, bad. This guy, Bellamy, may be pretty, but you need to focus on survival. Who cares if he has a girlfriend?

You

What?

What?

"What the hell are you wearing, a guards uniform?" asked Octavia

"I borrowed it to get on the dropship. Someone has to take care of you." Bellamy said with a smirk and a small laugh.

I noticed Octavia's wristband was missing, I grabbed her wrist and said, "Where's your wristband?"

She pulled away and replied, "Do you mind? I haven't seen my brother in a year." and turned back around.

Brother?

It makes sense now, why they're both here. She's here because he was born, and he's here to protect his sister.

Damn it. He's hot and he cares enough that he literally came to Earth to protect his little sister. How am I supposed to say I don't like him now?

"Nobody has a brother!" I heard someone yell.

Octavia then looked at them all with anger flaring in her eyes. She was about to charge at them and attack, but her brother held her back.

"Octavia, no," he said to her. He then grabbed her by shoulders and said, "give them something else to remember you by."

"Oh, yeah, like what?" Octavia snarled.

He gave her a warm smile, "Like being the first person on the ground in 100 years." he replied, still smiling down at her short frame.

He turned around and pulled the lever for the dropship door.

It was beautiful. We were in a forest, which was obvious from all the trees around us and the smell of pine. The suns rays irritated my eyes, but that didn't make it any less beautiful. I watched as Octavia walked down the dropship door, which looked more like a ramp now, and hopped off. She looked down at the dirt under her, looked at the trees, put her hands up and yelled,

"We're back bitches!"

People began to whoop and holler as they ran out. I, however, walked out quietly, still fascinated by what was in front of me. I shook off that feeling, for the most part, what I was looking at was still the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

Well, besides that Bellamy guy, but that's not the point.

I push these thoughts out of my head and continue to walk out into the forest. I grabbed my map and took a good look at it.

Wait for a second...

I looked at the terrain around me, then back at my map.

Crap.

I ran to the gap between the mountains and look out, the view was beautiful but I couldn't pay any attention to that now. I heard someone walking towards me and turned to see that Finn asshole. Wasting a months worth of oxygen on an illegal spacewalk, the dick.

"Why the face, princess?" he asked without a hint of concern in his voice.

"Shut up," I replied, glaring at him. he was kind of cute, but nothing in comparison to Bellamy.

"You don't like being called princess, do ya, princess?"

"Call me that one more time, and I'll punch you in the face," I said with pure sincerity, glaring into his deep, dark, play-boy soul.

"Sure you will, princess," he said back with a smirk on his lips.

I grabbed his collar and punched his nose as hard as I could, wiping the smirk off his face. I heard and felt a crack. I think I broke it.

"What the hell?!" he yelled, gripping his now bleeding and a broken nose as if he were trying to hold his nose together.

"I warned you," I said with a satisfied smile plastered on my face as he walked away.

I looked back at my map, trying to be absolutely sure before I jump to any conclusions. I heard another set of footsteps behind me and prepared my fists for another punch. I raised my fists, ready to fight, but when I turned around it was just Bellamy. He had his hands up.

"Woah, calm down. Just me, princess." He said with a smirk.

I kicked him in the left shin relatively lightly. Hard enough to leave a bruise, but not hard enough to break anything, but it'll hurt.

"What was that for?!" he's on one knee now. Damn shins, sensitive bitches.

"Don't call me princess."

He got up, lightly rubbing his now bruised shin. "Okay, I won't! But you could have just asked," he had that damn smirk on his face again. "Anyways, what's with the face?"

I pointed to where we are on the map, "This is where we are, and that," I pointed to the mountain view in front of me, "is Mount Weather. There's a rainforest between us and our next meal." I looked at his chocolate brown eyes, then back at the mountains, " They dropped us on the wrong damn mountain."

He looked at me, smirk still painted on the canvas that is his face, "And what do you suppose we do about that," he paused, looking into my eyes, and maybe my soul,

"my queen."

(HAHAHAHA! Sorry, that took so long but here's a long-ass chapter for you, with a little bit of fluff. Hope you liked it. See ya soon!)