As usual in his routine, Bellamy walked around the camp making sure everything was in order. He exchanged some words here and there with the rest of the delinquents, until his curiosity about not having seen you almost all day got to him.

He stopped, searching for you until he recognized your figure near the ship. Involuntarily, his brow furrowed and his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you laughing at some nonsense Finn had said.

He couldn't help it, it was a completely automatic reaction of his body. He wasn't a jealous guy, or at least that's what he had told himself all his life. But there was something burning inside his mind just by seeing the way Finn looked at you.

After a few minutes, you approached him, wanting to talk to him about something that had happened during the expedition you had attended that day and that you believed he should know. But noticing his expression, you couldn't help but question him, while he just tried to deny the discontent he felt. "I don't know what you mean. Everything is fine." He said, but nothing was right.