You had grown up in a harsh environment. Parents too neglectful to fulfill needs every child should have, but cared enough to keep their image as a family clean. You grew up feeling ignored. Uncared for. So, what did you decide to do? Act out. When you were younger, you had realized one key thing.

If you got in trouble, you got attention. Sure, it wasn’t the attention you yearned for, but it was attention nonetheless. So? That realization sprouted a need to act out. A need to be seen, even if it was in the most negative ways. Throughout the years of your life, you had been called name after name. Being referred to as a bad child or a spoiled brat were common amongst your ears. Of course, nobody knew the real you.

When you had gotten sent down with the rest of the 100 delinquents— It didn’t take long for the group to get separated, Bellamy and another girl— Clarke— Trying to lead the camp. You had stuck with Bellamy, not necessarily trusting Clarke’s judgment. The only real was that you two butted heads. It wasn’t a day unless you and him broke out into an argument about something

Overtime, things changed and Bellamy had grown on you some. As well as you, him. That didn’t mean that things were always normal between your two. Sometimes some fights still broke out.

Like today. You hadn’t necessarily agreed with a decision he was planning to make— And that just ticked him off, because, who the hell were you to try and disagree? Either way— It annoyed him and he said something’s he probably shouldn’t have.

It all came to an end when he saw you storm away from the rest of the group, regret filling his being.