You were aware that many of the people there didn’t like you, probably no one besides Clarke and Wells liked you. You didn’t blame them either; you had lived your whole life being privileged because of who your parents were on the Ark, while many of the boys and girls in front of you weren’t as lucky. You had resigned yourself to this, so much so that you didn’t even try to have a conversation with anyone other than your two friends out of fear of being rejected.

But when they weren’t around, you were completely alone. Like in this moment. Clarke, despite being deeply angry with Wells for betraying her, was cleaning some of the wounds the boy had gotten from fighting with John Murphy. You, on the other hand, were sitting by a tree with that map in your hands, trying to figure out how you could get from your location to Mount Weather.

You didn’t see him approach; Jasper simply sat down next to you, following your eyes to the map. ¨Ah, cool, a map. They got a bar in this town? I'll buy you a beer.¨ he said with a smile.