Chapter 3

"Hey, Maia!" Monty yelled from outside my tent.

"MAIA!" Jasper screamed. I jumped and whirled around. He peeked his head in and grinned.

"What the hell, Jasper?"

"We have a job for you," he told me.

I made a face. "Don't worry, you'll like this one," Monty assured me.

"Probably," Jasper added.

"What is it?" I asked curiously.

"Come with us. Don't say anything about it." They escorted me out of my tent and to their tent across camp.

"Ok?" I asked.

"So, you know that today is Unity Day..." I nodded. Monty produced a huge jug. "We want you to be the first to test our moonshine."

"This is our first batch on Earth," Jasper mumbled.

"Hit me." Monty grinned before pouring some into his water bottle. He presented it to me dramatically. I took a small sip and scrunched my nose up. "Well…it isn't terrible."

"It's better if you drink it fast," Monty admitted. I tipped the bottle up and chugged what was left.

I shrugged. "You're right."


"Hell yes."


I popped my head into Raven's tent. "How's it going?" I asked. She turned around and motioned for me to come in. She had a table full of bullets in front of her.

She shrugged. "It's going alright."

"Did Bellamy ask you to help?"

"No, I volunteered. I figured I needed something to keep myself busy. How long are you going to let him think you hate him?"

"Who I said I didn't still hate him?"

"Your face right now."

I shrugged. "How much time is adequate for this kind of thing? A week or two?"

"You won't make it. I'd bet on that."

"I'd take that bet, but I know myself too well."

She sighed. "Is it because we haven't shaken the feeling that we're going to die?"


"Come on, you've seen it. It's open season on relationships."

"I'm not sure I would consider a lot of what's been going on relationships."

She shrugged. "You know what I mean."

"I missed quite a bit while I was off doing my own thing. Finn's your boyfriend, right?"

"I suppose so."

"You suppose? That doesn't sound very confident."

"He was before he came here, at least."

"But then Clarke happened?" I guessed. "I saw them together once, outside of camp."

She nodded. "I get it, he didn't know I was coming. But he didn't even tell her about me."

"Well that was…uncool."

"To put it lightly." She looked back at her table. "I should get back to checking these."

"Need any help?"

"Nah, have fun at the celebration."


Within a few hours the moonshine had been distributed among the other kids and the Unity Day celebration was in full swing. I saw Bellamy on the ramp to the drop ship and sauntered over to him. "Oh no! Did I miss the pageant?" I asked.

He snorted. "You always hated that stupid pageant, even when you were in it."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, that pageant was so amazing. I mean the story of Unity Day is just incredibly touching, you know?" I ranted dramatically. He stared at me and I burst into laughter. "You know me too well. That story is the biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard, and that's saying something considering you've been known to spout some serious bullshit."

I slung my arm around his waist and he put his arm around my shoulders. "You seen my sister?"

"Nope," I said popping the 'p'. Truthfully, I knew all about Octavia's little trips beyond the wall to visit the grounder Bellamy had tortured.

"How much have you had to drink?"

"I dunno, quite a bit. It's done its job though."

"Has it?"

"Well, I don't hate you right now." I laughed but he didn't. I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the party. "Come on, loosen up!"


I groaned. "You are absolutely no fun."

"You should go, mingle with your people. I hear you're quite the celebrity."

"Yeah, but a celebrity has to know who her true friends are."

"And who would those be?" He asked, humoring me.

"Well, Octavia, for sure. Maybe Raven. Jasper and Monty too. Clarke, when she isn't being a bitch. And you."

"We're friends?" He said skeptically.

"Oh, please, Bellamy. You didn't think I actually hated you still, did you? I mean I did. But I guess I forgave you when you were drugged up and being all angsty." I frowned. "I'm going to regret telling you that tomorrow. I meant to drag this out a little longer."

"Can we go somewhere to talk?"

"Your tent is right there." I pulled him towards it. I pushed backwards through the flaps and came to an abrupt halt, Bellamy crashed into me. We were chest to chest and I tilted my head up so we were looking at each other. "You sure you just want to talk?"

"Um." I leaned towards him and pressed my lips to his. I leaned back and looked at him. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something. Instead he shook his head and put both his hands on my face and pulled my face back to his. As we kissed I ran my fingers through his hair and tangled them in his hair.

His hands left my face and trailed down my sides to the hem of my top. I let go of him long enough for him to pull my shirt over my head and toss it on the ground, and then do the same with his.

I giggled. "Well it's been a while since we've done this." We both set down on the pile of blankets that served as his bed. I pushed him back so he was leaning on his elbows and straddled him. I kissed him and ran my hands down his chest and down to his belt. Before I could get very far I heard someone step into the tent.

"There you are, I thought you were being the responsible one tonight?" Clark said sounding very annoyed. I was beginning to realize that was the way she always sounded. I looked over her shoulder at her. When she registered who I was, her eyes widened a tiny bit. "Good, I can probably use both of you."

"What's going on?" Bellamy asked. He lightly nudged me and I reluctantly rolled off of him. I reached for my shirt and pulled it back over my head.

"Finn's arranged a meeting with the grounders," she told him.

"He did what?" I asked. "How?"

She shrugged. "I didn't ask a lot of questions." To Bellamy she said, "He wants me to go alone but I don't trust them."

"Smart," he said curtly.

She shook her head. "I need you to follow us, in case something goes wrong. Bring guns."

He nodded. "Yeah, ok. Give me a minute."

She nodded. "I'll leave you a trail." She left without saying anything else.

"Stay here," Bellamy told me.

"No way."

"Even if you weren't drunk, you can't shoot and I'm not letting you go in there unarmed."

"Suddenly I don't feel so intoxicated. Clark has a sobering affect on people, unfortunately."

"Fine, if you're coming, let's go." I followed him to Raven's tent, where she was still diligently working on the bullets, now with Jasper by her side. They both turned when we entered. Raven glanced between Bellamy and me and smirked.

Bellamy reached for a box of bullets and she swatted his hand away. "If you need bullets, I wouldn't take those. I haven't checked them yet. Here," she handed him a few clips. "These work. What do you need them for, anyway?"

"Your boyfriend either just made a very good decision or a very stupid one," I told her.

"Then I'm coming with you."

"Jasper, you're coming with us. You handled yourself well against the grounder," Bellamy told him.

Raven handed me more bullets. "Told you, you wouldn't last a week."

"Shut up, I was drunk," I mumbled.

"Uh huh. You sure did sober up fast for someone who was drunk enough to make out with their ex."

"If you two are done chitchatting, we can head out," Bellamy said. We both nodded and turned around. Bellamy started out the tent.

"Wait, what about Clarke?" Jasper asked.

"She's already with Finn," I told him. He nodded and followed Bellamy.

"Surprise, surprise," Raven said bitterly.

I gave her an apologetic look, before following Jasper. "We should hurry."


Just after daybreak we reached the end of Clarke's trail. We were near a bridge, which, other than being covered in plant life, looked fully intact. We headed towards the bank of the river to get a better view of the bridge.

I was the first person down the slope. Clarke and Finn both stood on the bridge, as did Octavia. I couldn't say I was surprised to see her there, but I knew Bellamy would be upset. "Bell, I should probably tell you something. Octavia's been seeing someone."

"Is now really the time, Maia?"

"Yes, it is," I insisted.

"Ok, fine, who is he?"

"Um," Raven interrupted. "Just a guess, but I'm going with the grounder that she's kissing right now." I turned and sure enough, Octavia and the grounder were right there in plain sight.

"I guess we know how he escaped now," Jasper mumbled.

"Ok, so, she's been sneaking out of camp to see him since then," I summed up. Quickly I added, "Don't freak out."

"Do you have any idea how dangerous that is, Maia? How could you let her do that?" Bellamy asked angrily.

"Octavia isn't the same little girl you used to hide in the floor, and she's never been my responsibility. I couldn't stop her even if I wanted to."

"And you didn't think to tell me."

"No, because I knew this is how you'd react." I shook my head. "Your sister is alive and relatively happy, given the circumstances. That's what matters here."

"Guys, they're here," Raven said. At the other end of the bridge three grounders rode up on horses. After a few moments one of the grounders, a woman, dismounted and met Clarke in the middle of the bridge.

"Do you think it will work?" I asked, mostly to myself.

"Not a chance," Bellamy mumbled.

"Maybe," Raven said hopefully.

"It doesn't look like it's going well," Jasper said.

I groaned. "I know Finn thought he was doing the right thing. Hell, if I thought peace was a possibility I'd be the first person to try to work with the grounders. But, to them we're the bad guys, just because we thought everyone on Earth was dead."

Jasper searched the trees and a look of panic washed over his face. "What?" Raven asked.

"Grounders, in the trees." I looked but if there was someone there, they blended in with the trees. "No, no, no, this isn't good." Jasper stepped from our cover. "They're going to shoot! Clarke, run!" He yelled. He opened fire on the grounders and grounders started firing arrows from the trees.

The woman on the bridge pulled a knife out and Bellamy shot her. She wasn't injured badly and retreated to her horse. We all ran up the slope and towards camp. Clarke, Finn, and Octavia fell in behind us and we didn't stop until we had reached our walls.

"I told you no guns!" Finn snapped at Clarke.

"Yeah, and I told you we couldn't trust the grounders. I was right," Clarke retaliated.

"They were there to kill you," Bellamy said.

"We don't know that. Jasper shot first, we have no way of knowing if they were planning to shoot those arrows," Finn said.

"You ruined everything," Octavia said to Jasper, before storming back to camp.

"Either way, the point is they brought them," I said. "They aren't trustworthy."

"And neither are we."

"Why didn't you tell me what you were doing?" Raven asked Finn.

"I tried, but you were busy making bullets for guns you shouldn't have brought!"

"This is just going in circles!" I snapped. "It's over. Whether or not it was the right thing is not the issue. The issue is what do we do about it now? They'll be coming for us. We can't be fighting each other, we have bigger battles ahead."

"She's right," Bellamy said.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm not a part of this save the day dream team." I turned back towards camp. "I'm going to check on Octavia."

I found Octavia in the same spot she was always in. "Go away," she mumbled.

"Not happening," I said, plopping down beside her.

"You're on their side," she accused. "You let them bring guns."

"This is you brother we're talking about. There's no way I could have stopped him. Clarke didn't even tell us Finn didn't want her to have them, though I suppose it was implied. I wasn't totally focused on the issue in that moment."

"We could have worked something out, I know we could have."

"Maybe. Maybe Clarke would have saved the day and by next week we all would have been making friendship bracelets with our new grounder buds. But here's the deal, it didn't happen. Blame Jasper or your brother or whoever, you can even blame me if you want, but you can't forget what side you're on. Other than your grounder-"

"Lincoln, his name is Lincoln."

"Other than Lincoln, would any other grounder stick their necks out for you? We may screw things up sometimes, but our side is still your side."

She was quiet for a minute. "He took an arrow for me."

"Is he ok?"

"I think so."

"Good. Octavia, I'm sorry if this changes things with Lincoln. I know you really care about him."

She nodded. "I get what you've been saying, but I think I just need time to process things and to be alone for awhile."

"And this time alone time extends to me too."


"Alright, well, you know I'm around if you change your mind."

"I know."

I found Bellamy waiting for me at my tent. I motioned for him to come inside. "How's she holding up?"

"She's upset with all of us, she has a right to be. But, I think she's going to be alright."

"That's good." He made no move to leave; he just kept standing there.

"Is that all you wanted to talk to me about?" I asked.

He shook his head. "I'm sorry for yelling at you before. You didn't deserve that."

"Maybe I did a little."

"No, you were right. Octavia isn't your sister; she's your friend. I should be the one watching out for her and making sure she's ok. I've been falling down on my job."

"In your defense, she's been pretty testy lately, makes it kinda hard to talk."

"I should have tried harder."

I nodded. "You can't just be protective when it suits you."

"I'm making it harder and harder for myself to earn her forgiveness."

"I believe in you," I assured him.

"Oh, and uh, about earlier…" He trailed off.

I stared at him blankly. "Earlier?"

"You know, in my tent?" I raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, you're right. There is plenty of time to talk about that later."

"Are you sure you didn't get into the moonshine after all?" He looked at me funny but I kept up the act.

"Well, get some sleep. Who knows when the grounders will make they're move, we need to be ready."

"Yeah, you too." He nodded and started to leave. I took a step towards him. "Bell?"

He turned around. "Yeah?"

I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "Goodnight."

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