There's a song at the end of the chapter. You'll understand why. It's also the Glee version because I think it works better for the situation. Just skip the prom part.
I'm sorry.
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"Hey, how do we know this is the right way?" Murphy pipes up from beside grace. The girl sighs at the question, stepping away from him and farther away from the group. Her bright green eyes search the surrounding trees for any sign of movement.
"We don't. Spacewalker thinks he's a tracker," Bellamy rolls his eyes as he follows behind Finn.
"It's called 'cutting sign'. Fourth-year Earth Skills. He's good," Wells informs them all, though no one was really listening.
"You want to keep it down or should I paint a target on your backs?" Grace chides lowly, stepping into the tree line and out of sight when something catches her eye.
"Grace, stay where we can see you," Clarke demands with a sigh. Grace pops her head out from behind a tree and salutes the girl.
"Yes, ma'am."
Despite this, Grace disappears into the trees once more. She ignores the irritated grumbling from Clarke as she does this, instead moving forward and past the group, using the trees to hide. Something had caught her eye and she wanted to know what it was.
She steps forward, a smile making its way onto her face as she caught sight of the colourful bug fluttering near the trees. A butterfly. She remembered seeing pictures of them on The Ark, being mesmerized by the unique swirls and designs etched into their wings.
Something wrapped around her bicep, startling her from her find. In seconds, the person behind her is pinned against the tree, their face pressed against the rough texture and their arm pressed roughly against their back. Grace tightens her grip on them, slamming them once against the tree and faltering when she saw the soft curly brown hair she seemed so familiar with already. "Agh! Dammit, sweetheart, it's just me."
"Shit, Bellamy. You shouldn't have scared me," Grace lets go of him immediately, stepping back with a sheepish expression. "I'm sorry."
Bellamy rubbed his shoulder gently, watching as the girl in front of him turned almost as red as her hair. He couldn't help but smile. "It's fine. At least I know a grounder wouldn't even stand a chance against you."
Grace smiled proudly, feeling her cheeks grow even warmer. "Thanks, I guess. . ." Grace trails off, her gaze drifting behind him for the rest of the group. "Where is everyone else?"
