Prisoner 83 | the 100

chapter fifty-three

Hazel was unsure of what would happen when she woke up the next morning—or afternoon, seeing as she slept in so late. She expected to either see a curly haired brunette next to her, sleeping like a baby, or to be woken by him yelling and leaving the room. The two possible outcomes were complete opposites, and there were many different variations for them. Before the dirty blonde opened her eyes, she wondered which it would be and prepared for both of them.

There were two problems with that, unfortunately. The first problem was the fact that she didn't even know how she felt about spending the night with the ex-janitor. It was annoying that after all that had happened, the medic did not know what her true feelings towards Bellamy were. It was quite clear that she cared deeply for him and maybe even lusted after him, but Hazel also knew that starting a relationship based on a physical connection was not the smartest idea. They had a solid foundation before she was brought to Mount Weather, but so many things had changed since then.

The second problem was even more frustrating for her, and that was the issue that neither of her thought out scenarios were what she woke up to.

Instead of being kissed awake or shoved off the bed, Hazel woke to a shoe being thrown at her.

She shot up in bed, eyes wide with anger as she searched the room for the curly haired idiot. When she didn't find him and instead spotted her roommate, confusion set in. Then anger. 

"Raven, what the—"

"Oh, no, you don't. You don't get to 'Raven, what the fuck?' me." The Latina was covering her eyes and doing her best not to yell. Her best was clearly not enough. "You weren't the one to walk in on your roommate sleeping butt-naked!"

At the brunette's words, Hazel immediately understood why she had been hit with a shoe. The female grabbed the wool blanket sitting at the foot of the bed and covered herself with it, looking around frantically for clothing. She spotted her underwear and quickly stepped into them. Her next mission was to find her shirt, which she thought would have been right next to her bed.

"Here, take this one."

And for the second time that morning, Hazel was hit with another piece of clothing. She pulled the t-shirt over her head and shoved her arms through the sleeves. When she was somewhat presentable, the dirty blonde called out, "Alright, I'm decent."

The Latina hesitated before removing the shield she had made with her hands from her eyes. She carefully opened her eyes and searched the room before looking at her roommate. "You wanna explain this, or. . ."

Hazel let out a sigh before nodding. She began to scoot over on her bed and pat the seat next to her but when she glanced up and saw the look she was getting, the dirty blonde stopped.

Instead, Raven took a seat on her own bed. "So?" She pressed eagerly, somewhat disgusted and yet interested at the same time. "Who was it, or did you suddenly decide to start sleeping naked?"

The dirty blonde blushed, surprising herself and her roommate. She hardly ever blushed, or at least that's what she thought.

"If it's the naked thing then you're gonna have to start looking for a new roommate because I didn't sign up for that shit."

This time, Hazel laughed. She ran a hand through her hair before answering, "It was Bell—"

"You lost your ground virginity to Bellamy?!"