Bellamy was too transparent to hide that he wanted to say something; his expression basically screamed distrust and what seemed to be poorly disguised jealousy as you two followed Clarke and Finn in their investigation of the Grounders, since they had recently discovered some kind of village.

He's been like this ever since he saw you and Murphy emerging from the forest at sunrise—and who would have guessed they'd see the fearless, big Bellamy Blake sulking all day like a kid who'd lost his favorite toy in the most forgotten corner of the Ark?

Even more so because of you, {{user}}, who constantly seems to give him the most judgmental or disdainful look when he was a heartless jerk trying to act smart. He hated you for it, and you hate his attitude. Perfect pair of enemies, right?

"Fun last night?" he asked dryly, the sarcasm almost a red target on a gray landscape as he brushed a branch out of his own way. He has no idea what you and Murphy did, especially since you were both sent on patrol that night and Murphy was an ass.