Griffin is standing in the middle of a dirt road somewhere in New Mexico, God
only knows where, honestly. She’s sweating in the unbearable heat and she is
one hundred percent done with Bellamy Blake’s shit.
she kicks the flat tire because reasons.
doesn’t help, only makes her bite down a pained yelp and glare at Bellamy
his part, Bellamy returns the glare. If she were less pissed, Clarke would get
him that lukewarm bottle of water she has stashed in her bag but she is pretty
damn pissed so she gloats watching his curls getting wetter as he tries to
change the tire.
me how this is my fault,” he groans, pushing a rock under the tire with too
much strength and plopping down on his ass in dirt.
was it me who swerved off the road
because you went all self-righteous on me?”