baby - bellamy blake

(11) back off baby

Kennedy's POV

I wiped the sweat on my forehead as I placed the wood in its position. Charlotte was stood next to me, passing me my next material. Bellamy had ordered a wall to be built, especially after the Grounders had murdered Wells from inside the camp. As I placed more wood down, I felt a small tug on my shirt. I turned and saw Connor, carrying a huge tree trunk with another boy. He looked exhausted and suddenly dropped his side, collapsing to the floor. I quickly ran over but Murphy, who had lately become the camp slave driver, stopped me. 

"Back off baby," he said, smirking slightly. He also got more confident with teasing me when Bellamy wasn't around. 

"I need a water break!" Connor gasped. He had sweat pouring off his body and his hands were slightly cut from the sharpness of the tree trunk. 

"You want a water break? I'll give you a water break," Murphy remarked, but his voice was not a reassuring one. I turned my back and began to walk away but laughter broke out behind me. I spun around to see Murphy peeing on Connor. 

"What the fuck Murphy!" Connor shouted and stood up angrily. Connor then punched Murphy and, although I don't blame him, now isn't the time for this. 

"Hey!" I shouted, throwing myself between the two testosterone-fuelled boys but Murphy just grabbed me and threw me to the floor. I was about the stand up and try again but a booming voice did the job for me. 

"Murphy! Connor!" Bellamy shouted, walking towards them. "Connor take a water break and wash your jacket. Murphy, go take a break. You're starting to piss people off!" They obliged. 

"Starting," I mumbled and Bellamy chuckled and offered me his hand to which I took gratefully. 

"You OK?" he asked. 

"Yeah, fine," I replied, smiling at him. He then turned to talk to Charlotte, making me smile. I loved watching him with Charlotte. 

"How you doing?" he asked, squatting down to her level. 

"I'm good. Do you need any help?" she asked him. She was so desperate to help people, and it was a quality I admired in her, especially after all she's been through. 

"I have a job with your name on it," he smiled. "Can you carry the tree trunk to the wall over there?"

I laughed a little bit but Charlotte, clearly not understanding the joke, walked towards the tree trunk to pick it up. 

"Woah, woah, woah, woah. I'm just kidding Muscles. How about you stay and help Kennedy with the wall, OK?" he said and she nodded, smiling. Bellamy then stood up and grabbed the tree trunk. 

"Need any help over there?" I shouted, but Bellamy picked up the tree with ease. 

"I think I'm good baby!" he shouted back, looking over his shoulder and smirking at me. I just rolled my eyes but didn't move, watching his back muscles as he carried the tree. Why did he have to be so fucking hot?!

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"Jasper. Octavia. Are you OK?" I asked as the two of them ran breathlessly back into the camp. 

"We need a meeting now. Get Bellamy, Clarke and Finn in the dropship!" Octavia said and I followed her orders, rounding up the leaders of camp. 

Once everyone was inside the dropship, Octavia reached in her pocket and pulled out a knife and three fingers. 

"Is that..." Clarke whispered, clearly upset. 

"Yeah," Octavia replied. 

"Are you saying that the Grounders didn't kill Wells and that someone in camp did?" I asked and she nodded, looking worried.