𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 | ❝ you're important to me you piece of shit! ❞ in which nathaniel masteron and bellamy blake just can't stand each other.
𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐗 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄! 𝐎𝐂 | 𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 '𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐂' 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐓𝐇...
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CHAPTER SEVEN
"It's not sex hair! It's just Nate hair!"
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I don't know how long I slept, but I know that Bellamy was the one who shook me awake.
My brain felt foggy as I opened my eyes, groaning slightly and slumping my head between my knees.
"Wake up, Sunshine." He smirked as I hummed and rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand, sitting back up. "Did you get your beauty rest?"
"Am I beautiful?"
Bellamy shrugged, smirking. "Sure."
"Then yes."
Charlotte giggled softly as I stood up, flashing her a lopsided grin, ruffling her hair. "I can't even imagine what my hair looks like."
"You look like you just got in a fight with a bear or something."
"Well, not all of us wake up looking like a goddamn male model." I shot back, stretching and letting out and over-exaggerated groan. "Is the death fog gone?"
"I think."
"Oh, glad to know you got this all figured out." I muttered, running a hand through my hair. Fun fact about Nathaniel Masteron: It doesn't matter where I sleep, my hair will always stick up in all directions when I wake up. And I guess since there aren't exactly any combs on the ground, I'll have to embrace my new look of a dangerous crack head.
"Your hair is crazy." Charlotte pointed out when we exited the cave. I rolled my eyes. "I know, kid."
"Is anyone out there?" Bellamy called into the forest, "Jones?"
"We're here!"
We jogged over to meet up with Jones, Monroe, and another guy I didn't recognize. "Lost you in the stew, where'd you go?"
"You say the stew as if it was a food. Pick a new metaphor, Blake."
The whole group made the executive decision to ignore me.
"Made it to some caves." Jones explained, pointing down in the opposite direction. "What the hell was that?" He looked over at me, and his eyebrows furrowed. "What's with the sex hair, Masteron?"
"It's not sex hair!" I snapped, feeling my face heat up, and making an effort to press down said hair. "It's just Nate hair!"
"Hey guys?" Monroe spoke up from the back of the group, looking around worriedly. "Where's Atom?"
***
Charlotte stayed glued at my hip, which was weird, since I have never had anyone stick around me for this long. Well, except for Clarke, and, we all know how that worked out. It was an odd sensation, feeling wanted.
