Attitude Adjustment [Book 1 - Season 1]

Chapter 4: Murphy's Law

 "This section should be finished by tomorrow." Murphy spoke to Bellamy, Reigna by his side. She looked over the group of delinquents all bustling around to get the camps new wall built as fast as possible. Reigna elbowed Murphy gently in the side as she watched Connor falter while carrying a particularly large tree branch with another delinquent at the front. Murphy immediately squared his shoulders and began walking towards Connor, who was now kneeling on the ground.

"Hey! You think the grounders are gonna just sit around, and wait for us to finish the wall?" Murphy asked rhetorically, gesturing to the haphazard construction around them. Bellamy furrowed his brows and glanced to Reigna, who was watching Murphy go on, unbothered by his attitude.

"Why don't you ever stop him from doing shit like this?" Bellamy asked genuinely and Reigna shrugged, keeping her eyes on a still talking Murphy.

"Why would I? All we know is anger and fighting, why would I of all people try to take that away when i'm the exact same way." Reigna responded and Bellamy frowned before turning back to Murphy.

"Murphy, get this guy some water." Bellamy yelled to Murphy, who looked pissed at the statement before turning and speaking quieter to Charlotte who was nearby. Bellamy picked up the tree branch by himself, lifting it up onto his shoulders and walked off. Murphy looked back to where Reigna was, still leaning her back against a completed part of the wall, hands stuffed in the pockets of Murphy's jacket he had given her earlier that morning. Smirking, he sent a wink to Reigna before turning his back to her. Reigna furrowed her brows in confusion before hearing the zip of Murphy's fly and clapped her hands over her mouth to keep from laughing loudly at the sight of Murphy peeing on Connor. That lasted a few seconds before Connor realized and sprang up, attempting to shove Murphy before the two guys flanking him kept Connor away.

"You said you wanted a water break." Murphy said with a smile and halfhearted shrug before backing away to Reigna who finally stepped forward.

"Now get back to work!" Reigna yelled, effectively making all the delinquents who had stopped to gawk or stare back into a flurry of movement.

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Reigna stood between Bellamy and Octavia as Clarke picked up the knife Octavia and Jasper had brought into the tent. Reigna didn't really want to be a part of this discussion, but figured once Octavia frantically told her half the story before grabbing her hand and dragging her to Bellamy's tent, she didn't have a choice but to follow her favorite Blake sibling.

"This knife is made of metal from the dropship." Clarke noted. Reigna narrowed her eyes at the knife in question, the look of it itching the back of her brain but not bringing up anything.

"What do you mean?" Jasper asked nervously.

"Who else knows about this?" Clarke asked quickly, glancing between Octavia and Jasper.

"No one that isn't in here. I grabbed Reigna then we came straight here." Octavia relayed, taking a deep breath.

"Clarke?" Jasper said her name like a question as she looked over the knife again.

"It means one of the grounders didn't kill Wells. It was one of us." Clarke deduced. Reigna felt Octavia stiffen beside her.

"So there's a murderer in camp?" Jasper's voice got higher as he spoke, sounding more nervous than before. Reigna could almost swear she felt Clarke's eyes look her up and down as Jasper spoke. Narrowing her eyes at Clarke, Reigna opened her mouth to speak before Bellamy discreetly put a hand on her wrist and quickly spoke up.

"There's more than one murderer in this camp. This isn't news. We need to keep this quiet." Reigna shook his hand off her, glaring down at his hand in defyance. She had half a mind to tell him off for his backhanded way of implying she was also a murderer. Clarke ignored his words and surged toward the door, Bellamy quickly standing before the exit, blocking her way out.