Arke High

Chapter 58

A/N Sorry about the lateness and if the typing is a little weird, my dad took away my I pad and that’s where I usually update. So my updates are going to be later than usually. I love the video that is on the first page, just saying. Bellamy P.O.V                                                                                                                                                          As I drove, I began to think about what the doctor had told us. Camilo could wake up soon. When the doctor had told us everyone smiled with relief, everyone except me. Don't get me wrong I was glad he would wake up, because that way Charlotte could have her brother back, but something wad plaguing my mind. That something happened to be the fact that I still had not figured out why on Earth Camilo would risk his life to save Clarke. I was glad he did save her, but I couldn't figure out why he would do it. Previously I had thought it was because of their close friendship. Then I began to think deeper into it. I thought about the way he had comforted her at the party, his maybe too thoughtful birthday gift, the way he only seemed to trust her, and finally(something I had just noticed), the way he only reacted to her voice. Sure he had also squeezed his sister's hand, but only when he heard Clarke's voice. Was it possible that Camilo liked Clarke? Or was I just being irrational or crazy even? I mean the guy's in a damn coma! I can't believe I’m even worrying about something like this. It's not like I’m jealous, I’m just wondering whether he likes Clarke or not. We arrived at Clarke's house. Charlotte and Thalia got off. We then drove home. Waiting for us on the front porch was Camino’s friend of who I couldn't remember the name of. I think her name was Kara? Kelly? Maybe Katy? No, that wasn’t it. "Hi Keenan." Clarke greeted. Oh that's what her name was.                                                                                                                                                                         "Hi Clarke!" Keenan said way too cheerfully. “How are you feeling?"                                                            "Okay, thanks" Clarke responded with a smile. After a moment of awkward silence Clarke asked, “So what are you doing here?" Then she added, “At the Blake's house."                                                         “Well I wanted to see how Camilo was doing." She responded.                                                     Clarke looked at Keenan suspiciously.                                                                                                      “Why didn’t you just go to the hospital?”                                                                                                         Keenan replied instantly as if rehearsed. “My sister doesn’t like me going to the hospital.” We all stared at her questioningly. She continued,” Strange I know, but that’s just how my sister is. So how is Camilo?” Was it only me or did all of that she said seem a little to fake? I looked at her skeptically, not believing her story.                                                                                                                                     “He’s getting better, though he hasn’t woken up.” Clarke told her. For an instant a look of guilt flashed across her face.                                                                                                                                          It quickly disappeared and was replaced with one of mock sincerity. “At least he’s getting better.” Her face then brightened.” I also came to see if Clarke wanted to come to Mt. Weather with me tonight. I could use a distraction and I thought she might need one too.” I officially didn’t trust her. There was just something about her that made me think she was acting out everything she said or did. I mean this invite alone was incredibly suspicious. Keenan barley even knew Clarke and now she was here inviting her to go to a club as if they were the best of friends.                                                “Sorry, Clarke needs her rest. You know since she just got out of a coma.” I told her. Since Clarke had gotten out of the hospital she had felt fine, but I was going to make sure she got all the rest she needed.                                                                                                                                                                      “I feel fine Bellamy and besides going to Mt. Weather would be a good distraction.” Clarke said.             I looked down at her. “Princess you need your rest.”                                                                                   She rolled her eyes.”Bellamy I am perfectly fine.”                                                                                        “Clarke you can’t strain yourself too much, you barley got out of a coma. “I told her firmly.                     “Bellamy if you’re so worried than come with me.” She suggested.                                                           “Fine.”  I said.                                                                                                                                                     She turned back to Keenan. “Is it okay if I ask my cousin Thalia to come with too?” Clarke asked.          Keenan nodded. “You can invite anyone you want to come. The more the merrier."                             “Okay. Meet you at Mt. Weather at 7:30?” Clarke asked.                                                                                 “Sure see you there.” Keenan turned and walked to her car. Once she was out of sight O spoke.          “I don’t like her.”                                                                                                                                                 “Me neither.” I agreed.                                                                                                                                               Clarke turned to face us. “Why?”                                                                                                                           “She’s just so fake.” Octavia said. I nodded in agreement.                                                                           “I don’t think she’s fake, she truly did seem worried about Camilo.” Clarke said.                              “Maybe, but I still don’t like her.” O stated. “Let’s go inside.” We walked inside and O dragged Clarke upstairs for some “girl time,” according to her. Effectively leaving me alone and bored. I decided to call Miller and Murphy to see if they wanted to come over. Ten minutes later they arrived each holding a twelve pack of beer.