Descendants of Kane (probably won't update anymore, stopped watching)

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While Clarke and the others went to search for Mt. Weather, I decided to stay behind, and to watch Bellamy. I don’t like this guy one bit, nor do I like his sister; thankfully, Octavia went with Clarke. He’s trying way too hard to get people on his side, but in all reality he has no fucking clue what he’s doing.

            I sat with my hands to the small fire I had managed to create, and I was all alone—honestly, finally being alone and not dying were the highlights of my pretty shit-tastic day. In the horizon, the sun was beginning to set, and it was absolutely beautiful.

            “Hey,” A deep masculine voice jolted me out of my trance-like state, and crouching in front of the fire was the sleazy Bellamy Blake. Bellamy looked at me in a nervous way, and he said sincerely, “I really want to apologize for what happened earlier; with me calling you a psycho.”

            His big brown eyes gazed at me adorably, but Bellamy was looking at me a certain way that could only mean two things: he’s trying to get in my pants, or he’s trying to get me to be on his team. The answers are a maybe and a hell no.

            “Well,” I said trying to be casual and cool, “That’s pretty much what I’m always going to be known as down here, so I guess that you’re just starting a trend.”

            Then, Bellamy smiled the most fucking adorable smile, and in turn it caused me to smile at him. “I really want to apologize for what I said and previously thought about you,” Bellamy said genuinely, “because you seem way saner then I thought.”

            “Yeah,” I smiled slightly shyly, “I get that a lot.” Ok, if he wanted to get in my pants, it would be a definite yes from me, because Bellamy is freaking adorable.

            Bellamy looked me in the eyes, and I could feel my cheeks starting to get red. “We’re handing out tent supplies, but there aren’t very many tents so you might want to buddy up with someone,” Bellamy suggested with a smirk.

            “We’ll see, lover boy,” I said sarcastically.

            “Hey Bellamy,” Murphy interrupted from behind him, “Where do you want these canteens?”

            Bellamy broke his gaze from me, and stuttered, “Oh. . . .Uh . . . I’ll just take them there.” Murphy dumped the pile of canteens from his arms to Bellamy’s, and with a shy smile Bellamy ran off with the canteens.

            Murphy hastily sat down next to me on the log, and he asked me, “You know he’s not actually a member of the guard, right?”

            “Yeah,” I said with a smirk, “That doesn’t make him any less attractive.”

            “He’s trying to use you;” Murphy said seriously, “All Bellamy wants to do is get you to trust him so that you can help him be our leader.”

            I glared at Murphy, and I said annoyed, “He was janitor, so there’s no way in hell he knows how to govern one-hundred teenagers. The best bet we have at a chancellor is Clarke, and she’s gone off to a world of her own.”

            “Why don’t you take charge?” Murphy suggested, “You’re probably good at it since your father is councilor Kane.”

            I rolled my eyes, and sighed, “I doubt that anyone would want a murderer for a chancellor.” Bellamy approached us, and glared at Murphy in a way to tell him to get back to work.

A large fire was in the center of the camp, and everyone was gathered around it socializing. I, for one, was not, because I beginning to stress out over Clarke’s whereabouts. She was gone all day, and even though they were in a large group it’s easy to get lost in the woods—we have our own planet to ourselves!