The 100 | 590 words | [PG]
Things are running smoother on the ground thanks to Clarke’s effect on Bellamy.
They’ve been on the ground two weeks. Despite the constant threat of grounder attack, Bellamy thinks things are running a lot smoother. Working with Clarke instead of against her probably helps the most. He went from avoiding her to seeking her out for her opinion on just about everything. She always makes him see things from a different perspective. Which is a good thing because his brain seems to only want to see things a certain way. His way.
He’s man enough to admit that the first few days on the ground were a disaster. Looking back, he’s surprised more kids didn’t die. The thought chills him. They’ve already lost so many. Too many. But with Clarke’s help, they finally have things under control. Mostly.
Bellamy crosses his arms over his chest and watches the two boys hammer out some difference. With their fists. Henry and Justin. Both fifteen. He has a feeling this fight has been brewing since long before they landed on the ground. He’s tired of playing referee with these kids so he stands back and does nothing.
Then he sees Clarke across the clearing, watching. Not the fight. No, she’s watching him. Great. Just what he needs. He tries to ignore her, but he can feel her eyes drilling a hole right through him. He glances at her again. She shakes her head, a sad look on her face. No, not sad. Disappointed. He bites his lip, brow furrowed. He doesn’t like the feeling creeping up his chest. At first, he isn’t sure what the problem is but it doesn’t take him long to pinpoint it.