CHAPTER THREE - WHATEVER THE HELL WE WANT

    AFTER CLARKE HAD LEFT with Finn, and a couple of others following behind them, Dakota frowned with disappointment. She had really wanted to go explore more but upon Clarke's request, she needed to stay here and babysit the camp. She found a spot that was drenched with sunlight, and decided to sit down and observe the camp. Her brown eyes scanned near the drop-ship, looking at Bellamy and a few other men carrying some supplies from the drop-ship. Her eyes caught onto Murphy who was engraving something into the metal of the ship, and she smiled slightly while getting up onto her feet.

First son, first to dye.

Dakota found herself chuckling, he had spelled die wrong.

"What'cha doing?" She inquired, making Murphy jump in surpise and spin around, holding the knife out infront of him and pointing it straight at the brunette.

Dakota's eyebrows rose on her face as her eyes narrowed down towards the sharp object. "Seriously, Murphy? We both know I can take that knife from you before you even had a chance." She scoffed and shoved the knife away by the handle.

"Where's chancellor Junior?"

"Doing what he can to make sure we survive."

"Your're actually listening to him?

Dakota rolled her eyes before speaking. "I trust him more than I trust you." Dakota tried to walk past him, but he grabbed her by the forearm and yanked her back towards him. He leaned in slightly, faces inches away from each-other. "You can trust me. You know I wouldn't let anything happen to you."

Dakota bit down into the flesh of her cheek, while her brown eyes searched Murphy's blue ones. With a small nod of her head, he loosened his grip on her arm, but his hand still lingered. 

"You know, my father begged for mercy in the air chamber when your father floated him." Murphy spat, his eyes now looking behind her. 

Dakota turned her head to see Wells looking over at the drop-ship, his brown eyes scanning the message while he had firewood in his arms.

"You spelled 'die' wrong, geniuses." Wells said, walking past us acting unaffected.

Dakota's eyebrows rose as she bit down on her tongue to try to contain the snort that was threatening to come out. Dakota lost it when he started walking, shoving Murphy in the shoulder as he moved past. 

"You know if you're planning on killing someone, it's probably best not to announce it." Dakota watched curiously as Bellamy began to speak with an amused smile. 

"You're not a real member of the guard are you?" Murphy asked, addressing the clothing that Bellamy was wearing, which was a guard uniform. 

"No. but the real guard will be here soon unless we do something to stop it." He said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Why?" She asked.

"You don't actually think they'll forgive our crimes do you?" He said, looking over towards the voice. "Even if they do, then what?" He continued, "people like us get jobs? Become model citizens? No, if we're lucky we pick up their trash."

"You got a fucked up definition of lucky." Dakota informed him with a half smile.

"Do you have a point?" The darker skinned boy asked, rolling his shoulders back.

"No, I've got a question. They dumped you down here like lab rats to die, so why are you helping them?" Bellamy retorted.

"The hell we are!" Murphy nearly yelled, pounding his fist into his other hand.

"You're wearing those bracelets." Bellamy said, pointing over towards the band that was around Dakota's tanned wrist. She narrowed her eyes down at the silver cuff, she hadn't really paid any attention to it until now. In all honesty, she forgot it was there. "Right now, those things are telling them whether or not it's safe to follow us down."

Her brown eyes stared down at it, tapping it lightly with her finger. "Okay," Murphy drawled, "So, you said we can stop it. How?" He questioned, tilting his head.

Dakota pursed her lips, knowing the answer to Murphy's question.  "Take them off." She answered for Bellamy, and his gaze fell upon her frame.

He nodded and returned his gaze back over to Murphy, "The Ark will think you're dead, that it's not safe to follow." Bellamy glanced over at Dakota. "You follow?"

"Right... And if we do, what's in it for us?" Murphy asked.

"Someone's got to help me run things around here." Bellamy told him, a small smile forming on his face. Dakota immediately scoffed upon hearing his proposition. "Problem?" 

Dakota lifted her head towards the brown set of eyes that had fallen on her frame once again. "Not entirely." Dakota shrugged her shoulders before turning around; hoping that he wouldn't say anything else.

Everyone else around the camp were working on putting up tents preparation for nightfall, which to Dakota, sounded like a pretty good idea. She turned her body and approached the drop-ship, examining the trunks that laid inside for supplies. "You're Kane's daughter?" A voice called from behind her as she picked up one of the tents from the trunk.

She turned her head slightly to get a look at Wells Jaha. "Is that a problem?" She asked while her eyebrows rose. Dakota started walking down the ramp to find a place to put her tent. 

Wells started following behind her, his own tent laying in his arms. "No.. I just heard some things about you." 

 Dakota set her tent back onto the ground, dusting her hands off before turning her body to fully face Wells. "Really? From who?"

"I overheard Murphy talking to Bellamy." He said, leaning against a tree while watching the brunette with curious eyes.

Dakota let out a snort, "What did little ol'Jonathon Murphy say about me now?"

"I think he was bragging to Bellamy that you were all over him, and that Bellamy didn't stand a chance." Wells informed her.

A smile lit up onto her face, that definitely sounded like something Murphy would say. "Interesting, Sucks that the Murpane ship has sailed." 

"You guys had a pet name?" Wells raised his eyebrows.

 Dakota nodded. "Oh yeah, we were the talk up on the Ark; two psychopaths in love." She informed him while starting to walk back towards the main center of the camp, Wells following closely behind her. She trotted her way back, only to freeze upon seeing the chaos that was playing out in-front of the two of them. Her brown eyes fell upon Murphy, who was pretty much yanking a girl's bracelet off and everyone was dotting around him and Bellamy, waiting for their turn.

Wells had shoved Dakota lightly out of the way as he made his way up to Bellamy. Dakota groaned upon seeing Bellamy's eyes caught onto the Chancellor's son and bracing herself for the drama that was coming. She could already see some words slipping out of Wells mouth before she decided to walk towards them.

"Those people, locked my people up. Those people killed my mother for the crime of having a second child. Your father did that." Bellamy spat at Wells, his eyes filled with anger.

"My father didn't make the rules." Wells responded with a serious tone, as if begging Bellamy to believe him which, she knew would be practically impossible.

"No, but he enforced them. But not anymore, not here, here there are no laws. Here we do whatever the hell we want whenever the hell we want." He announced loudly which earned cheers and claps from the crowd around him.

"Now you don't have to like it Wells, you can even try to stop it, change it, kill me even." He directed his last words to the brunette that was standing a few feet away from them with a smirk, "You know why? Whatever the hell we want."

"Whatever the hell we want!" Murphy yelled after him, trying to get the rest of the delinquents around them to start chanting away. Dakota rolled her eyes at the stupidity of the two boys, who were surly going to get them all killed. 

"Whatever the hell we want!"

"Whatever the hell we want!"

Dakota looked around the chanting crowd, her sights setting on Murphy, and watched him with a heated gaze. "Oh for fuck-" She was just about to walk over towards him before the sound of thunder rolled over the group, and moments later the sky started to pour. 

Dakota laughed in amazement when she noticed the droplets of rain starting to come down. It was pouring heavily, and covering the other teenagers who were yelling happily at the touch of rain on their skin for the first time. Dakota's squinted gaze dropped, and caught onto Bellamy, who shook his head as rain dropped onto his olive skin. His gaze met hers and she couldn't help but bite down on her bottom lip. 

He even looked good wet.