Don't Fuck With Me

Part 9

Y/n POV
I'd be lying if I didn't have an ulterior motive in becoming leader, but it's not a bad one. In fact, it will benefit Bellamy and the camp the most when the time comes. I wake up and gather my necessities to go to the cave I discovered a while back. That coyote must be hungry. Grabbing my bag I fill it with dried smoked meat, a rag made from the bloodied shirt I wore when I was injured, water from my filters, and a bar of soap made of seaweed and shells (Dr. Stone reference). I get out my cell to see that I'm the only one awake. Thank god. I casually make my way out of the camp  making sure no one is following me this time. I'm careful to avoid the traps placed for the Grounders set up around the perimeter of the camp as well.

Finally at my destination, I slip into the cave's opening, only to be greeted with growls. Looking ahead, there's the coyote being hostile as it presents itself in a defensive stance; ready to attack if necessary. Slowly, I take out a piece of dried meat and holds it in front of them. This action being similar to the one I did when we first met, allows me to regain its trust as it comes running to me with a dangling tongue. The friendly beast prances around me as we make our way to the natural pool situated inside. I undress myself, only leaving my mask on, and slowly get inside. Seeing it's quite early into the day, the water is cold, but it doesn't bother me. Using the makeshift bar of soap and rag I clean my body pretty decently. Eventually, the coyote joins me, shivering in the process, as I clean them up too.

Washing off the leather, I see the coyote's ear perk up. Someone's here. Slowly, I drag the coyote and I into a deep crevice; hiding our bodies from the entryway, while I take into my hand the makeshift knife and hold in against my chest. The sound of boots hitting the floor heightens the sound of my heartbeats. A grounder? With a gesture of my hand, I silence the coyote and make my way towards the intruder. With the adrenaline, I swiftly grab them by their jacket and wrestle their body into the shallow water. After moments of struggle, I only stop once I notice the dirty blonde hair. Clarke emerges coughing profusely.

Y/n: Clarke!? What are you doing here?
Clarke: I woke up to find you absent from the camp, so I went to go look for you.

She continues to cough. Her coughs are halted when we hear another set of footsteps. Quickly I drag Clarke back to the crevice where the coyote stood; my hand over her mouth, while the other on her waist. I whisper into her ear.

Y/n: Did anyone follow you from the camp?

She shakes her head no.

Peering over, I see a figure in shabby cameo clothing. A grounder, only one though. It stays silent. Eventually the footsteps fade, meaning they have left. I breathe out a sigh of relief. Opening my eyes, I take notice of Clarke's red neck.

Y/n: Clarke, are you okay?
Clarke: Y-yeah, just the... um... yeah.

She keeps her back towards me.

Y/n: Are you catching a cold due to the water's cold temperature or...

I trail off, feeling unsure.

Clarke: It's just, you know, y-you're nude and we were in such close proximity...

Her voice becomes quieter, as the redness becomes more noticeable.

Y/n: Is that why you're red? We both have the same general anatomy.

Clarke stays quiet, while on the other hand, I laugh. I make my way to the pile of clothes and slip them on, throwing the coyote another slab of dried meat. Clarke walks out of the water, clothes from the waist down still drenched.

Clarke: When did you find this place?
Y/n: A while back. Met this little guy here too.

I pet the coyote's head as it continues to eat the meat.

Y/n: It's a nice place to clear my thoughts and be alone. You know, away from those sexually frustrated campers and dick-tator Bellamy.

Clarke just nods. I look over to her, my bag slung over my left shoulder.

Y/n: Hey. Don't tell anyone about this place. Not even our friends.

Clarke seems taken back.

Clarke: Why?

I look up to the hole in the ceiling where the early morning sunlight peered in. It's rays reflecting off the water's surface.

Y/n: Like I said, it's a place to clear my thoughts. I'm sure you've noticed I'm hiding something. It's nothing bad, well not for you, but it put a lot of weight on my conscious.

I slowly make my way towards her, stopping a few feet away.

Y/n: I'd prefer to not drag you into this. It'll be easier that way... for me.

Clarke stayed quiet. Her gaze told me she was disappointed, curious, but also scared. I'm not quite sure of what, but it was evident. She sighs.

Clarke: I can't say I understand, but I can say that I trust you. You've helped us, the camp, a lot... and I want you to rely on us because we are a team. Here, all we have is each other.

Her right hand moves to my left cheek. Upon contact, I unconsciously press against her palm, taking notice of its warmth. Slowly, I take the same hand and press her knuckles against my forehead.

Y/n: Thank you.

Soon enough, after Clarke's clothes were somewhat dry, we say our goodbyes to the coyote and make our way back to the camp. Along the way, we scavenge for more botanical and military material for our survival. Once at the gate, I take notice of a certain figure waiting near the camp entrance.

Bellamy: I accept. Let's talk.

To be continued...