Hit Me //Bellarke//

Chapter 5

Clarke was furious. How dare Blake call her weak when she was anything but. She scrubbed at the dirt on her pants harshly.
That insufferable- he went up against her ideas on purpose even if he knew they were right- arrogant- he thought that he was the shit and that she was just some privileged airhead- asshole.
Oh how she wanted to strangle him.

Stick to the plan Clarke, she told herself. When that's done then you can strangle him.

The only thing keeping her slightly calm was the sight of his face when she had thrown the knife. His dropped jaw and wide eyes had proved what he truly thought of her. She probably shouldn't have done that, revealed herself as a target to a bunch of criminals, but she couldn't pretend to be who they thought she was, she couldn't pretend to be weak and his facial expression had made everything worth it.

"Hey," a quiet voice said.

"You smell funny," she retorted, immediately, thinking it was Bellamy and before she could think of a "proper" insult. But when she looked up she found only the amused face of Monty. "Oh," she felt her cheeks heat up as she looked at her feet. "It's only you."

"You might want to think of some better insults if you're going up against the king himself."
Clarke snorted. "He's not a king. I'd hardly even call him a squire."
"What are we going to do now?" Monty asked suddenly.
"We're going after Jasper," she answered, standing up and putting the cloth back where she had found it. "When do we leave?"
"Your not coming."

He looked taken aback and his brows drew in confusion. "Of course I am, Jasper is my best friend."
She shook her head slightly. "You worked in agriculture on the ark, right?" He nodded, his gaze cast downwards. "And I hear a bit in technology?"
"Ya," he scratched the back of his neck.
"We can't let you get hurt or killed for that matter. What's in here," she tapped his forehead, "is going to keep us alive. Jasper would understand, he'd want you to figure out how to help everybody."

She was about to turn away when he blurted, "Your our only healer, without you we're as good as dead."

"I'm the healer with pinpoint accuracy with a knife and a tongue sharp enough to threaten the king himself."

His lips were brushed with the ghost of a smile. Clarke smiled and walked a few steps away when he called out again. "Clarke."
She looked over her shoulder.
His eyes were honest, caring, filled with grief for his lost friend yet they held no fear for her sudden act of violence and for that she was grateful. She had enough on her plate without feeling like a monster.
"You kicked his ass today."

"I know," she sighed walking off.

***

Finn came up to her as she organized her bag. "You can't seriously be going to find him can you?" he exclaimed.
She nodded not meeting his eye. "You're crazy."
"I know."

His jaw clenched in frustration. Did he seriously think she wasn't strong enough to protect herself?
"That spear was thrown with pinpoint accuracy from at least one hundred meters away."
She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Did you not just see that knife I threw?"
"That wasn't intended to kill."
"It could have been," she snapped.

She tried to storm away but he gripped her arm. "Its a death mission Clarke."

"Death mission," Octavia piped up. "Sounds fun, count me in."
Clarke mouthed her a silent thank you while Octavia just shrugged.

"If I let you come your brother is going to kill me you know."
"If anything you'll be the one to kill him," she smirked.

"We'll see about that," a deep voice drawled. Bellamy appeared behind Octavia arms crossed, eyebrows raised in an unimpressive manner. "Hey big brother," she gulped.
"We're going have a little chat," he grabbed her wrist dragging her away.