Previously: Once Wells left Murphy makes his way towards me. Towering over my sitting form as I looks down at me. His eyes slant slightly as his eyebrows knit together lowly.

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Not wanting to be below Murphy's natural gaze I stand up. This doesn't help much, I'm still beneath his gaze, causing him to still look down at me. I hate this feeling.

Murphy seems to have noticed what I tried to do and smirks at the height he has on me.

We both stare at eachother for a couple of minuets. He's being quiet as a method to scare me, I'm being quiet because I don't want to talk to him.

"What do you want wide eyes?" I ask, not wanting to have a conversation with Murphy and breaking the silence that lasted for too long.

"Look, I don't have any real issues with you at the moment, and I'll prefer to keep it that way. So from now on, don't try to be the herorin whenever your precious Wells gets in trouble."

"I refuse to stand by as you pathetically bully a guy just because of who his father is. So I don't care if you don't want trouble, I'll never leave Wills to be picked on by you and your group of assbutts."

Murphy's eyes widen a little before slanting again. "You think you're so tough and mighty. That girl Lizzy told me what you did to get into the skybox. You think I'm scared of you? Think again."

Before I even get the chance to answer Murphy he walks away, leaving me by myself.

I sit on the hammock alone, stairing into the sky. While not really paying attention to everything that's going on I see that Bellamy and a group of guys walk back into camp from the forest, carrying what seems to be water.

I then look at my feet planted in the ground before setting my gaze upon then tent that Wells is resting in. While thinking about keeping an eye on the tent for Wells sake a throb on the right side of my face distracts me from the task of being a bodyguard.

Instead of laying back down I make my way towards the pod. Maybe I can check how bad the bruising is.

However, not finding a mirror surface, like I wanted, I find Bellamy standing there without his shirt on instead. He must have decided to change out of the heavy guards uniform after having to carry the water back.

Being locked away from society for ten years means I have never come across a situation like this before. Infact thanks to the lack of social interactions I've become quite an awkward person when dealing with non confrenational scenes.

"Uhhhh I-I uhh..." I stumble on my words and trip up on my own feet as I fumble around the room.

Bellamy pulls a thin shirt over his head and raises and eyebrow at my flustered state.

"A-anway... gotta... go... words...." mumbling out whatever I can to try make a coherent sentence while bumping into a box on the ground I end up just standing still in an attempt to stop making a fool of myself.

Bellamy remains standing there, watching me in amusement.

"What, have you never seen a guy without a shirt on before?" His smirk is wide, but soon his facials go back to confusion.

"Many times guys have walked around the Arc without shirts on when it gets too hot." He adds. I remain standing still, thinking of a way to answer him without being caught.

We both look at eachother before Bellamy speaks again.

"How long have you been away for?" He asks. Slightly kinder than he's ever sounded to me before, but still kind of harsh...

He clearly can't be too nice or else others might think him weak.

I smirk at my own thought before answering. "Long enough... besides I'm also just naturally awkward in situations like this...." I answer surprisingly smoothly while leaving before Bellamy gets a chance to respond. The sooner I get out of there the better for me.

Deciding to stay away from Bellamy for a while I go to the tent I made and check up on Wells.

My newly made friend and ally is laying on the ground, with his leg streached out and raised slightly above the rest of his body by a rock.

"What's this for?" I ask curiously while pointing at the rock.

Unawear of my presences until I spoke, Wells bolts up into a sitting position, hurting himself in the process.

"Ahh!" He yelps in pain.

We both then make eyecontact before Wills decides to give me an answer.

"I've levitated my leg above the rest of my body to stop the blood all rushing down my leg and causing it to swell. I learnt that from Clark."

It suddenly becomes clear to me the Wells has a thing for Clark as he speaks her name.

That's cute...

"She seems pretty cool. I mean she knows what she's doing anyway. I just hope Clark and I get along well enough."

Wells nods his head in agreement before laying back down.

"Sorry Jade, but if you don't mind I might get some sleep for a little bit."

I smile at Wells even though he can't see me and then I too lay down. There's a bit of distance between us so it's not awkward feeling. Unlike how it was when I walked in on Bellamy changing.

With Bellamy being the first guy I've ever seen without a shirt I doubt I'll be getting that image out of my head anyday soon. I'm not too happy about this. Still, I guess it could've been Murphy I saw without a shirt on instead.

Feeling sleepy again, I only let myself drift off when I'm sure Wells is asleep. However his light snoring must have been fake because the moment I begin to daze off I see Wells leaving the tent.

"Sorry again Jade, I need to face them without someone stopping them. Only then will they might understand I'm not their enemy." And with that Wells leaves and my body goes agaisnt my minds wishes by falling asleep.