Younger | [The 100] Book 1

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"𝗧𝗼𝗼 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗸𝗲, 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘂𝗽!"

She jeered as she dodged another wild punch from Bellamy. This time, barely missing her right cheek. He rolled his eyes at her comment before standing back in his fighting stance, ready for another round. All Chloe did was stifle a laugh at his pathetic effort before calling it quits and sitting back onto the hard gym mat.

Bellamy and Chloe had known each other for about 3 years and both started The Ark guard training together about 2 months ago. They were mainly just acquaintances at first as they were both from 'Factory Station' and saw each other around quite often. Factory Station is a station on The Ark that presumely manufactured items needed by The Ark from recycled materials or broken components. Since Bellamy and Chloe were both from the same station, that meant that they mainly trained together which led them to being really close friends that constantly visited each other after training hours.

Chloe unravelled the black cloth that was wrapped around both her hands and threw it back into the corner of the room where her bag was.
"I'd say you're improving." She spoke up, looking up at Bellamy who was still standing looking down at her.  
Bellamy scoffed and walked over to his bag that was on the opposite side of the room. 
"Stop kissing up to me, Perez. Just wait one day, I'll beat you." He muttered as he tossed his mouthguard case into his bag.
"You said that when we first started training together, yet here I am.... still waiting for that day to come." Chloe announced, standing up onto her feet.
Just as Bellamy opened his mouth to supress his opinion, a loud knock on the door interrupted them and a middle-aged man walked in the room wearing a dark blue uniform, his hair was slicked back with a ton of gel. The jacket he wore was padded and had The Ark's symbol's on both the side of the sleeve and the back.

"Perez, Blake." The man said, observing the two before bowing his head at the two cadets.  "Commander Shumway? What brings you here? ... sir." Chloe remarked, confused as to why a commander was here to talk to the both of them instead of the regular seargeant or chief guard.
"And where is Seargeant Miller?" Bellamy chipped in, walking from the corner of the room to a position where he was now directly infront of Shumway.

"I came to talk to the two cadets that I've heard are doing an exceptional job." Shumway regarded, facing both Bellamy and Chloe. Chloe snickered. "I think you've got the wrong cadets, sir."
This comment recieved a punch on the shoulder from Bellamy.
"What?" She scowled.
"So now you can actually manage to lay a punch on me." Chloe murmured from behind the older Blake, her voice barely audible but just enough for Bellamy to hear the few words.  He turned his head around to face Chloe and send her a brief glare.
"Anyways..." Commander Shumway  continued, disregarding Chloe's comments. "There is a masquerade dance tomorrow night for students and you two are on watch." He said.
"But we're only cadets." Bellamy explained. Shumway nodded.
"You're welcome. You've been upgraded to 'Guardsman'." With that statement he left the room leaving both cadets in a mild shock. 

Chloe frowned, furrowing her eyebrows. "That's why I wasn't allowed to go tonight, because I'm on fucking guard duty!" She exclaimed, rolling her eyes in disgust.
Chloe was one of the youngest guard's on The Ark, she still attended school as she was only 17, but in her free time she managed to train with Bellamy as a cadet. Chancellor Jaha decided to have her train as a guard after seeing her single handedly tackle Murphy in the hallway. Murphy being flat on the ground on his chest with his hands behind his back, grasped together with Chloe's two hands in under 30seconds. She was then hired as a cadet by Jaha once the crowd of students had dispersed. Although she loathed Jaha for floating her father, she accepted the job, knowing that it could help her mother more.

A few years ago, before her father had been floated on the ark, her mother had fallen very ill. Chloe's father tried to convince medical to visit her mother and check up on her but they refused as she was not a part of the 'privileged.' The privileged wasn't a real thing but it was well known as the important people on the ark that got more privileges such as extra food or extra medical attention etc. The policy was absolutely disgusting and Thelonius Jaha, the Chancellor of The Ark was the reason behind it. Her father made the risky decision to steal a few pills from medical to help her mother. Chloe's mother was slowly getting better day by day. Her father continued to do this for several weeks until he got caught one day by no other than the son of Thelonius Jaha. Wells Jaha was his name. Wells caught Chloe's father in his act and immediately went straight to his father which led Chloe's father to being floated for theft.

Without the medication, Chloe's mother's condition was slowly getting worse again. This led to her decision of agreeing to train as a guard. She figured that if she was a guard, she would become a member of 'the privileged' and her mother would get more medical attention. Luckily she was right, but as she was only a cadet the help was still not enough to save her mother. Chloe's mother died 2 weeks later after her father's death. She had no one now. That was until she and Bellamy became good friends, him being the only person she had left.

Chloe heaved a sigh and picked up her bag from the corner of the room, tossing the strap over her shoulder. "See you tonight then." She stated before walking out of the room.
A few seconds later, she heard a trail of footsteps running after her before a hand gripped onto her arm.
"Wait up will you." Bellamy chuckled.
"We're going the same way, remember." He said, reminding her that their rooms were a few rooms away from each other. 
Chloe nodded as they walked down the hallway together back to factory station.

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