SUPERNOVA¹ | bellamy blake

1:EIGHTEEN

Virus
EIGHTEEN

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Aurelia was angry. She had almost forgotten that John Murphy had ever existed and here he was. That's why she was choosing to practice her archery skills, all while imagining Murphy's face on the tree. She won't lie, she was no Katniss Everdeen from the books she had read when she was younger, but her aim was actually improving now.

She walked over to collect her arrows when she noticed Monty walking away from his tent, a negative look on his face which Aura couldn't figure out. "Monty!" she called out, making her way over to the boy. The boy lifted his head up, meeting the girl's gaze with a small smile on his face. Aura frowned slightly, noticing the smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "What's wrong?" she questioned.

Monty sighed and sat down on the bench, prompting her to do the same. "It's nothing."

"We both know that's not true." She pressed. "Come on, you can tell me."

"Jasper thinks he's too cool for me now." Aurelia furrowed her eyebrows at this. "He kicked me out of the tent because I told him exactly what I thought about his newfound fame." He started ripping up several leaves aggressively.

"I'm so sorry Monty." She sighed slightly, looking across the camp to find Jasper surrounded by a couple of his new fans. "You're his best friend. Eventually he'll realise that your friendship is worth more than what he has with his new minions."

"Yeah." He softly responded, his eyes focused on the leaves in his hand.

"You can stay in my tent?" The girl offered. "I'm sure Harper won't mind."

Monty let a genuine smile form on his face. "Thanks Aurelia."

She responded with a smile. "Anytime."

Frantic shouts suddenly caught her attention.

"Aurelia! Has anybody seen Aura?!" She realised it was Bellamy who was frantically calling her name and stood up, making her way over to the older Blake.

"I'm here Bell. What's wrong?" Bellamy took in her appearance, a look of concern on his face.

"Are you okay? How are you feeling? Do you feel dizzy at all?" The boy frantically asked.

"Woah, slow down Bell, I'm fine." She gave him a look of confusion. "What's wrong?" He didn't say anything. Instead he grabbed her wrist and dragged her towards and into the drop ship. "Hey, what the hell is your problem?" Her eyes fell on Clarke, who was holding a rag over her nose and mouth, and then Connor, was sat against the dropship wall, ready to pass out.

"Clarke, give her a check over." The blonde nodded and moved towards the McKinley girl, but she took a step back.

"No one is doing anything until they explain what the hell is going on."