LAW ¹ | BELLAMY BLAKE (EDITING)

THIRTY NINE

HUNTING

"Each group takes someone with a gun. And they're for killing Grounders, not food. We don't have the ammo. Use the spears for hurting." Bellamy paused as the delinquents shuffled around the dropship, collecting guns and spears. "Get what you can. Be back by nightfall. No one stays out after dark."

Lawrence walked up to the pile of riffles and grabbed a gun and placed it on her arm before picking up a spear. Bellamy watched the girl carefully, the only way that he was allowing her out of this camp was with him.

The blonde's eyes flickered over to Bellamy a smirk formed on her face as she saw the way that he watched her carefully. She felt a rush of excitement when his eyes trailed up and down her body and he wetted his bottom lip, probably thinking about what he wanted to do to her. She decided that tonight, when she got back, she and Bellamy would talk and she'd stop avoiding him.

"Miller." Lawrence shouted to gain his attention. "Let's go, you and me."

"Where are you going?" Bellamy questioned grabbing the girls bicep and pulling her back.

"Hunting?" She furrowed her brows.

Obviously.

Lawrence rocked back and forth on her heels, a smug smirk playing on her face as Bellamy thought about how to respond or tell her that he was joining them and he didn't care how much she whined about it. Miller came up from behind her and clamped his hands down on the girls shoulders, hoping to make her jump, but she just scoffed, turning to look at the boy with a blank look.

Try harder next time Nate.

"You ready?" Miller questioned as he glanced up to Bellamy. "You coming too?"

"Of course." Bellamy muttered taking the gun from Lawrence's shoulder with a teasing smirk.

Apparently he didn't have to tell Lawrence that he was joining her and Miller, all he had to do was wait for Miller to invited him. The boy had a grin on his face that Lawrence just wanted to wipe off.

Oh fuck you, Bellamy Blake.

~

Fifty five bottles of beer on the wall.

Fifty-five bottles of beer.

Take one down, pass it around.

Fifty-four bottles of beer on the wall.

Fifty-four bottles of-

"For the love of God, no more." Miller groaned, running his hand over his face. "I have heard enough of that song to last me a life time." Bellamy just chuckled at Miller complaining, the dark haired boy had grown to like Lawrence's mumbling and in a strange way found it comforting, Miller on the other hand, did not agree. Bellamy was suprised at how long it took for Miller to crack, this was the girl's seventh time mumbling the song. "You think I'm joking? Ever since this girl could talk, her and Kyle would sing that stupid song."

"It makes me happy." Lawrence shrugged and Bellamy smiled softly at the girl.

"That's because you're an alcoholic." Miller replied back jokingly.

Not me. Momma.

"Shh." Bellamy said as he pointed to a boar that had just walked past them. He motioned for Lawrence to throw one of the blades at the boar.

The girl narrowed her eyes in on the boar and steadied her breathing. She pushed every other thought out of her head, no more thinking about Momma or Kyle. No more thinking about Bellamy and their currrent situation. All that was going through her head was-