Ghost - Bellamy Blake [1]

Chapter 4 - Murphy's Law

AN: Hello! Just wanted to give a heads up, the first part of this chapter contains talks of girls on their periods - when you see §§§§§§§§ across the page, it means the period talk is over. If you choose to skip the period talk, all you need to know is Myles and Co. find out Wells is dead.

The long week had finally caught up to Myles not long after her breakdown, and the redhead had passed out squished in her two best friends arms as if they hadn't spent six and a half years apart. Soft rumbling under her face rouses the sleeping red haired girl, causing her to slowly float back to consciousness. An argument floods her ears and a red eyebrow twitches as she slowly opens a hazel eye to peek at the situation.

"She's asleep still, can't it wait?" Monty is sitting at his workstation, hands still as he goes back and forth with a dirty-blonde haired delinquent on the ladder.

"No, we need to talk to The Ghost now!" Hearing she's here for her, the redhead raises her head off Jasper's shoulder and cringes, somehow her long hair is now down and caught under herself.

Myles reaches a hand down and tugs on her hair to give herself enough leeway so she can lean up on her elbows. Blinking her eyes repeatedly to try and wake herself up more, she lifts a pale hand up to rub her face tiredly. The girl on the ladder sees the movement and steps in front of Myles quickly.

"See! She's awake now, she can help us," when the girl only gets an eyebrow raise from the redhead, she continues on. "Hi! My friends and I need you downstairs."

"What's so important it can't wait?" Jasper asks from beside her and Myles rolls her head back to look at him.

Spying her strip of fabric she was using as a hair tie beside him, the red haired girl figures he must've gotten bored and started fiddling with her hair at some point. Rolling her head back to look up at the girl in front of them once again when she heaves a frustrated sigh.

"It's private!" The girl says it as though she's said it ten times already and the boys aren't listening.

"How am I supposed to help then?" Myles queries, voice thick with sleep.

"You get all the supplies," the girl replies, rocking on her heels slightly out of impatience. "We need supplies."

"What kind of supplies?" Monty questions, sounding exhausted.

The girl turns green pleading eyes to the redhead, and fidgets awkwardly. Myles merely quirks an eyebrow in response, waiting for the girls answer.

"Girl things," the embarrassed teen says slowly and Jasper's whole body cringes as Myles' mouth makes an 'oh'.

"Clarke will be more help," the redhead says, flopping back on the metal floor beside Jasper as the boy says 'ew', covering his ears like a child.

"Clarke can't help us," the girl says urgently, "we need you."

"Why not?" Monty asks calmly, as Jasper dramatically yells 'I don't want to know'.

"You guys haven't heard?" Something about the way the girl says it causes Myles to sit up fully.

"Heard what?"

"Wells is dead," green eyes says seriously, "the grounders got him just outside of the wall."

Myles flies up and bolts for the ladder before the girl finishes. Sliding down the ladder recklessly, three girls wait patiently nearby and look up hopefully as the redhead makes it to the bottom.

"Wait here," The red haired girl says over her shoulder, barely sparing them a glance as she beelines out of the dropship.

Her sock clad feet hit the ramp and Myles slows, wavy, red hair flying everywhere as her head spins around, eyes searching. Spotting Bellamy not too far away, the redhead jogs over to him.