Chapter 5:

Her eyes hovered over the entrance of his tent, purely curious to see if he was awake or not…and if he'd gone to bed with someone other than her. She knew she didn't have the right to be jealous but she felt the burning in her throat every time she thought about it. Clarke was distracted when she heard footsteps approaching her. "Think fast." Nathan Miller chuckled as he tossed her an apple, which she barely caught in her palm. He held another apple in his own hand, taking a huge bite of it as he looked her over. "Did it hurt?" He asked nonchalantly, causing Clarke to furrow her eyebrows and looked down at her clothes. Am I bleeding or something? She couldn't find any damage so she brought her questioning gaze back to him, meeting his warm brown eyes. A large smirk formed on his lips because he was clearly amused with her actions. "You know…" She noticed his humored drawl as he stepped closer, taking another bite of his apple, "When you fell from heaven?"

Clarke couldn't help herself, the laugh spilling from her lips almost immediately. "Wow…" She blinked rapidly as she tried to fight off the tears in her eyes for a moment, "Wow…" She repeated and continued on, "That was so corny."

"Don't rip my heart out just yet, Angel. I have been watching you all morning trying to come up with the perfect pick-up line." He took another bite of his apple, "You should smile more often. It suits you." She couldn't help the light blush that formed on her cheeks. Miller was a lot smoother than she originally thought. He was genuine, too.

Clarke playfully rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Fine," She smiled wider as she watched him mock her crossed arms, "A for effort."

He nodded slightly and rolled his eyes much like she did, "So…I actually have an ulterior motive for approaching you on this very fine, very sexy morning." Something told her he wasn't talking about the time of day. "You know how you can't leave the gate without a gun?"

"Of course."

"Right, well…I have a gun." This was something she already knew so her eyebrows furrowed once more in confusion. "And now that I have an A—"

"For effort."

He chuckled, "—when it comes to pick-up lines…okay, I'm asking you out on a date, Griffin." Miller's playful expression faded as he twisted his fingers together. "So, what do you say?"

Clarke stole another glance in the direction of Bellamy's tent. Just one time, Clarke. Don't let what you did with him control your decisions. It didn't mean anything. It never will. It could mean something with Miller… it could work out for you. You could be happy with a guy like Miller. "A date?" She asked nervously, peeling her eyes away from Bellamy's tent.

"Yeah, a date. There will be food involved just so you know." He was trying to smile for the benefit of being confident but she saw right through his exterior. Clarke bit her lip because she wasn't so sure of her answer until it was falling off of her lips.

"Okay. One date and the food better be fantastic." They shared a grin before he gently laughed and parted from her. I've never been on a date before…

-x-

Nathan Miller was proud of himself.

Too proud, maybe to realize that he was interfering with something completely out of his control—out of anyone's control. "Why are you in such a rush?" Monroe asked as she tossed him a ration pack, he looked at it and smiled to himself before tossing it back at her. "Bellamy, I think Miller's lost his mind. We might need to get him to medical because he just turned down food." Miller watched as their fearless leader chuckled lowly at Monroe's comment.

"I have a date." Nathan informed Monroe with a cheeky smile, "So…that's why I'm in a rush, that's why I'm turning down food although I'll probably end up in medical by the end of the night." He wasn't talking about sex, not really but if things progressed down that road—hell, who was he to say no to someone like her? He still couldn't believe she agreed to go on a date with him.

Monroe arched an eyebrow, "Finally ask out Harper?"

"No." Miller bit the inside of his cheek because he really didn't want to talk about Harper. He had a crush on her, sure but it was only a crush. He could move on from a stupid little crush. "Uh, actually I have a date with…" He didn't know if Clarke wanted people to know about their date. For a second, he didn't feel comfortable throwing her name around in front of Monroe and Bellamy. Of course, they weren't the gossipers in the camp but he knew all about rumors and such.

"C'mon, spit it out." Monroe encouraged him, "I want to know which boneheaded girl agreed to date the likes of you!"

Nathan sarcastically laughed, slowly letting it die down before he cleared his throat. "Uh, Clarke actually. We are going on a date tonight and—"

"Excuse me." Up until then, Miller didn't know Bellamy possessed those words in his vocabulary. It struck him as odd but one of Monroe's sassy comments broke through the barrier of his confusion. He never saw his friend walking into the drop ship, or the sea of people dispersing from it upon his arrival.

As stated before, he was too proud to see he was screwing with something beyond his control.

-x-

"Really? How am I supposed to treat people when their scared of you clearing the room every ten minutes? What the hell do you even want?" Clarke kneeled underneath the table to fetch the needle she dropped the second his loud, booming voice ricocheted off the walls like a stray bullet. If she followed her metaphor, she could claim that the bullet struck her in the chest and that's why her breathing was so incredibly labored.

Bellamy's fists were balled behind her and he was seriously considering throwing a few punches with someone—anyone so he could calm himself. "So, what are you fucking Miller now?" She nearly slammed her head into the metal table at the sound of his accusation. "That's nice, Clarke. Really cute." He bit out before he went to turn and leave.

"Hold on for a fucking second!" Clarke called to him, watching him whip around with that angry look in his eyes. She stood, brushing off her knees before stepping closer to him. "You don't get to tell me what to do, who to be with. I'm not your girlfriend. We have no relationship ties. I'm allowed to date."

"Not Miller. He's my second in command, dammit." He licked his lip before he walked over to her, "You are mine, Clarke. You said it—god, you screamed it. I don't understand why you're making this so difficult."

"I'm making it difficult?" Clarke exclaimed accusingly, "No…no you're making it difficult. What the hell do you want from me?" He moved so fast that her legs were pressed against the table before she even registered his mumbled response.

"I want you." He told her under his breath, his hands moving to the back of her neck so his fingers could lightly tug on her hair. "Don't make me beg for you. Don't make me break down in some touchy-feely confession because this isn't a fucking novel, it's life. It's Earth. I'm not going to get down on my knees and spill my heart out to you…and if you can't comprehend that I want you by the way I touch you…if you can't tell that I need you by the way I say your name…"

"I'm what?"

"Deluded." He whispered as his lips touched her neck, "So fucking deluded."

Clarke struggled to find words, settling on his name. "Bellamy…" She whispered in the same volume he'd conveyed seconds ago. "I—"

"You don't have to do it, either. Just know that I don't want you to go on this date with Miller. I don't want you to date anyone for that matter." He backed away from her, "I'll see you later, Princess."

What the hell is going on?

I went from no romance…to three guys.

Finn.

Miller.

And Bellamy.

Bellamy…

Where should our favorite couple go next?

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