"You really shouldn't do that," Bellamy sighed as he helped Murphy sneak into Finn's tent.

Finn and Murphy had been having a "prank-war" to sort out their issues lately. And let's just say, that didn't bode well for the rest of the 100. Just last week, Finn had stolen Murphy's red spike jacket only for him to find Jasper wearing it the next day. Who knows how that happened...

"Yeah, and who's going to stop me?" Murphy smirked as he emptied a bucket of deer blood into Finn's backpack.

Rolling his eyes, Bellamy let the tent flap fall from his hand before walking off.

"I don't care who stops you as long as I don't get caught assisting you." he said over his shoulder.

Murphy scoffed, continuing to dump the remainder of the blood into the backpack before zipping it back up again. With a smug look on his face, he quietly left the tent. Suddenly, a cough broke him from this thoughts and he looked up to find Clarke staring back at him, arms crossed.

"Murphy, just what do you think you're doing?" she arched an eyebrow at him.

He shrugged before smirking at her.

"Nothing, princess. Just walking through camp," he said, setting the empty bucket down beside him on the ground.

"And that is...?" she gestured to the bucket.

"That's...a bucket,"

She rolled her eyes, "Yes, I can see that. I meant, what are you doing with it?"

"Well, what do people normally use buckets for?" he said, stepping closer to her.

She looked confused for a second before glaring at him.

"I don't know. Lots of things-" she started.

"Okay, then, I'm using it for lots of things." he cut her off.

"Ugh! You're insufferable! Just answer the question!"

"Why? It's not like you're in charge here. The last time I checked, Bellamy was. And Bellamy doesn't ask about my bucket, now does he?"

"Bellamy is not in charge and I can and will ask whatever questions I want about your bucket!" Clarke huffed.

"But it's my bucket so it's my business!" he shouted at her.

She just shook her head at his behavior.

"What are we even arguing about?" she groaned.

Murphy glanced at her and shrugged, his piercing blue eyes twinkling with mischief.

"I don't know, you tell me," he smirked.

What Murphy did next shocked Clarke so much, she couldn't even move. His lips crashed into hers, his hands placing themselves gently on her waist. Before she even realized what she was doing, Clarke melted into it and kissed him back. He tasted like cotton candy and his lips were so soft. Suddenly, she pulled away from him and smacked him across the cheek. Murphy looked over at her and grinned.

"What? Did I surprise you, blondie?"

Clarke just looked away, hoping that he didn't see the blush creeping up her neck. With a shrug, Murphy walked off, rubbing his cheek where she'd slapped him.

"Man, she's got a mean left hook..." he muttered.