Chapter 1: Fights

Her hand connected with the soft stubble growing on his face, causing a sound relatively resembling thunder to erupt from the contact. Finn glared at her—actually had the nerve to glare at her—as he brought his hand to feel the heat radiating from the forming handprint on his cheek. Clarke huffed, "Don't ever touch me again!" Who did he think he was? Finn faked spontaneity, running his mouth to form an excuse to be in the drop ship only so he could grip her wrist as tight as he could to inform her of his whimsical emotions. As if she wanted to hear him say I love you again. As if she didn't know the position his words put her in—

She was the other woman.

She would always be the other woman because Finn assigned her that role in his life.

He took her last bit of innocence after being arrested, after being in solitary confinement, after killing Atom, after the hardships of Earth and he destroyed it. He crushed the tiny white flower that represented her purity and tainted it black because she was nothing more than his whore in the eyes of Raven…maybe even in the eyes of the others that floated around camp as well. She could not turn back time, she could not right her wrongs—and Finn was most definitely wrong.

"Clarke, will you just listen to me?" Finn asked her, removing his hand from his face so he could talk with bogusly sincere gestures. "I love—" Clarke covered his mouth with her hand, noting that she did not think much about it before she did it. Her move to shut him up was reflexive.

"No, you love Raven. Raven." Clarke emphasized her name, "I do not want you, Finn. I do not love you. Get out." She released his mouth, turning on her heels. "If you do not get out, I will leave." She waited for him to move but he did not. She sighed heavily before exiting the drop ship for the first time in three hours. Where will Finn not follow? Where will Finn not follow? Well…I could always discuss rations with Bellamy and Finn dislikes Bellamy… "Bellamy!" Clarke called, knowing Finn stood a few feet behind her, adamant in the fact that he would follow her everywhere until she agreed to talk to him—or really, agreed to agree with him.

Her co-leader flashed her a resentful look, annoyed that she would interrupt his conversation with the pretty little brunette in front of him. Clarke rolled her eyes, motioning for him to come to her. Finn remained still. When Bellamy joined her, she exhaled not catching herself before a small smile of victory and relief appeared on her lips. "What do you want, princess? I was in the middle of something important." Typical, Clarke thought, disgusted by his open lewdness.

She heard Finn snort from his position against the drop ship wall, "We should go somewhere and talk about rations. Right now. Somewhere private." Three minutes and she wouldn't have to deal with Finn's longing looks and impromptu feelings. If only she could get Bellamy to agree…if only she could hide herself away for the next hour as they argued and argued on food allowance and prevention of theft. Never did she think arguing with Bellamy would be something to look forward to.

Bellamy gave her an odd look but eventually nodded his head. Clarke would give anything to know what was going on in his mind—what prompted the look in his eyes. "After you princess…" He extended his arm towards the gate and she furrowed her eyebrows. "The only real privacy is out of these walls. You wanted to be alone, right?"

"Right." She agreed, casting a look back to Finn before they exited the camp. Bellamy and she walked in silence until they were far enough away so they could talk. She opened her mouth, "I really don't want to talk about rations." She said honestly, "I want—" His lips melted on hers in a crushing manner, a gasp escaping her mouth when he shoved her against a tree. She pushed on his shoulder, breaking the kiss. "What the hell are you doing?"

He rolled his eyes, mumbling "Virgins…" before he reclaimed her mouth, his tongue tickling her bottom lip to gain entrance. She let herself fall into it, her mouth opening for him as he pushed her harder against the bark. He broke away, panting before pressing their foreheads together. "Is that what you wanted, princess?"

"Not at all." Clarke said, "And Bellamy…"

"Yes?"

A devilish smirk appeared on her face, "I am not a virgin…don't kiss me again."