Thread: RP: The 100: May We Meet Again: One-on-One with Horror_Show

The next couple hours for Bellamy involved gathering more firewood and even locating a water source. A small pond was found nearly fifty yards south from the front of the drop ship. This provided water for the delinquents to boil. During that time, the male gained even more influence. Honestly, he did not exert much effort to do so. He let himself act naturally and people were gravitating towards him. The biggest problem he encountered so far was trying to contain Octavia. Being locked up for her entire life made her wild since she was now free. He insisted on protecting her but they got into an argument about her not wanting protection. That was fine. Bellamy would rather his sister hate him for being here to protect her rather than loving him while he was still on the Ark. She was furious when he refused to tell her why he was wearing a Guard uniform or how he even managed to find his way on board. Only the juvenile delinquents at the age of eighteen or younger were allowed. If Bellamy had been arrested, he would have been floated. The burden of having murdered the Chancellor was something he had to live with for the rest of his life but the rules and laws of the Ark were strict and overbearing. It was Jahas fault that his mother was dead and his sister was arrested, after all. It was rare a girl impacted Bellamy outrageously. That was the only word he felt he could use for Clarke. His feelings were outrageous because he felt the desire to talk to the blonde and find out about her life, what she likes, what she doesnt like, and so forth. Believe it or not, Bellamy did not worry about keeping his bad boy persona going. Traditionally, Bellamy had been stone cold but his love for Octavia was a soft spot. Being on Earth already opened his eyes to new possibilities. It was a new beginning and he sought after something he lacked on the Ark. When Octavia started dancing, he practically had to beg and force her back onto the ground. Of course, this pissed the brunette off even further. A couple of the males, he trusted already since they spent the past hours with him on the firewood. He simply asked they look after his sister while he left to chase after Clarke. Hey there. I think youre going the wrong way, Clarke. Bellamy spoke, walking a few feet behind her, stopping his pace to a walk when they were side-by-side. Okay. So maybe the party scene is not your style. We can sit out here if you want. Id like to talk with you for a while tonight. Ill be honest with you. I really want to get to know you. Bellamy decided hiding his feelings was not an option. Instead of finding a mundane excuse to be here, Bellamy expressed his desire to share a conversation and a drink with Clarke. You look like you could use a drink. Youre making me feel stressed out and worried by just looking at me. Of course, his tone was light and teasing no matter how sarcastic or how much of an attitude she might have gotten in response. He knew it was going to take some coaxing but after he expressed a genuine desire to become her friend and talk with her, Clarke finally agreed to it. Bellamy decided there was a nice, big rock for them to sit on and relax while they had their drinks. He left but came right back with the alcoholic beverages. He brought back a case of the bottles, unsure of how much she wanted or how much he wanted. I just wanted to make sure we had enough. Id rather have too much than not enough. He placed the carton onto the ground and propped himself up against the rock. He handed her one of the bottles and shot her a smile. A toast. To new beginnings, to survivors, and a better life. With a smile, he clinked their bottles together and took a sip first. The alcohol made his throat tingle. Since he was of age already, Bellamy had his fair share of drinks in the past but none recently since he was kicked out of the Guard. Speaking of that, he wanted to ditch this guard uniform quickly. He brought extra changes of clothing. Their conversation was starting but it was quickly interrupted. A girl from the camp walked up. She was tall with fiery red hair that ran along her back. Her chest was perky and she wore a low-cut tank top to show it off. Her rear was hugged tight in her jeans and her breath already smelled of alcohol. A sultry look was in her eyes while she completely ignored Clarke. Hey Bell. There you are. I was wondering where you went. You should come back and join us. Ive already missed having you around. We should talk. She reached forward and placed a hand onto his cheek but it hardly touched his skin before Bellamy retracted his face. No I dont think I should. Im perfectly happy right here. She wasnt giving up easily, though. Oh, come on. Ive got my tent set up if you want some privacy. Again, Bellamy turned her down. Im sorry. Im just not interested. He found a way to turn her down but not destroy her or come off like a complete ass. When the girl conceded, she felt frustrated and looked at Clarke, giving her what could best be described as a death stare. Nonetheless, she left the pair alone but made sure her rear bounced perfectly when she walked away. Immediately, Bellamy turned his attention back onto Clarke. So hopefully thats over with. Id rather spend my time here. It was obvious but he felt the need to say those words for Clarke to hear. He showed no interest in the girl just now. His only interest was for Clarke.