Grace Marlowe was a bitch. A beautiful, golden haired bitch. They thought she was flawless, but later they would know that she was anything but. Frankly, she was vain. She was selfish. She was cold. She have never had any friend and she thought she...
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EVERYTHING WENT DOWNHILL faster than you could say burgundy, not that any of these uncultured kids knew anything about her favorite color anyway, as they would only call it as red—plain and simple.
Well, red was all Clarke seeing when she shoved Murphy with all of her might and snarled in his face. "You son of a bitch!"
"Recognize this?" She then continued, a knife craved with the initials of J.M. tightly gripped in her hand.
"It's my knife," Murphy said, completely unbothered, "where do you find it?"
"Where you dropped it after you killed Wells," Clarke snapped, attracting the attention of all the other delinquents who were quickly forming a crowd around them.
"Where I what?" Murphy exclaimed in bewilderment. "The grounders killed Wells, not me."
Clarke scoffed. "I know what you did, and you're gonna pay for it."
Grace slowly walked closer to the commotion, half hiding herself behind Bellamy's towering height.
"Really?" Murphy laughed mockingly, seemed to be amused by the accusation. He then turned towards Bellamy, as the leader stood there surprisingly quiet. "Bellamy, you really believe this crap?"
He didn't say anything, merely looked at him with an emotionless face.
Fear started to creep in. It was evident on Murphy's wide, dark orbs. He looked alarmed as the blonde girl continued to yell at him.
"You threatened to kill him! We all heard you. You hated Wells!"
"Plenty of people hated Wells!" Murphy growled with a red face and wild eyes. "His father was the Chancellor that locked us up."
But Clarke already had her mind fixed that Murphy was guilty. Nothing he could say would change her mind.
"You're the one who got in a knife fight with him."
"Yeah and I didn't kill him then, either."
Octavia decided to fuel the blazing fire. "Tried to kill Jasper too!"
"Come on, this is ridiculous," the brunette boy threw his hands up in irritation, "I don't have to answer to you! I don't have to answer to anyone!"
Bellamy finally spoke, crossing his big arms over his chest. "Come again?"
Murphy froze for a second, slowly stepping closer to his leader and succumbing to his authority. "Bellamy, look, I'm telling you, man. I didn't do this."
