Brave Princess - A Bellarke Story

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Clarke:

The next morning is quiet. The woods are silent, and because I am the only one up, it's eerie. The trees have become little more than shadows. I shiver in the cold. I wrap my arms around myself and sigh. My breath makes small clouds in the cold air. The sun is just beginning to show itself, and I face the rising light. I just sit there, breathing in the fresh air and watching as the sun starts its journey.

I'm always the first one up. I don't know how it happens, but it does. My mind is always restless, and I have never needed much sleep. I suppose that explains why I am able to spend all of those long nights in the drop ship tending to the injured. I turn my face to the sun and watch as the first colors spread across the sky. First come the soft yellows and pale reds. It fades to blue as time goes on.

Behind me, I can hear the quiet rustling of people slowly waking up. Bellamy's leading a hunting expedition, and he told them to be ready by dawn. I smirk. It's funny how I'm up anyway. Suddenly, I feel the gentle pressure of a hand on my shoulder. I don't need to turn around to know who it is.

"What are you doing up, Clarke? It's early," he says.

I turn to face him and raise my eyebrows. "I'm always up this early."

Bellamy grins. "You sure you weren't trying to sneak off to come hunting?"

I roll my eyes. "I think everyone would benefit if I stayed here."

"And why is that, princess?"

"Someone has to tend to the certain imbeciles who manage to accidentally spear themselves while hunting." I smirk at him and he laughs.

"All right, fair enough." He reaches out a hand to help me up and I take it. He raises his eyebrows the second he touches my hand. "Your hands are freezing. How long have you been out here for?"

I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know. Forty-five minutes, maybe."

"How on earth did the princess manage that?" he says sarcastically, and I roll my eyes.

"Don't you have to go hunting?"

He picks up his spear and tells me, "Alright, Clarke, I'm gone." He snickers and turns away.

I roll my eyes at him and watch as he walks over to Miller's tent. Even from this distance, I can hear his loud voice yelling at Miller to get up. I chuckle. He always has to be the loud one.

I watch from afar as he goes quietly to Octavia's tent, and sticks his head in. Octavia comes out a few seconds later and wraps her arms around his neck. He smiles at her, and I find myself smiling as well. Someone breaks me out of my trance by tapping my shoulder.

I turn around and hold in a groan. Finn. I purse my lips and cross my arms across my chest.

"Yes, Finn?" I ask.

He glances down at the harsh tone of my voice, almost cringing. I glare at him. I thought I loved him. I really did. I may have never actually said it, but I did. But not anymore. He completely led me on. Perhaps he hadn't known that he would ever see Raven anymore, but he should have told me at least something.

He looks back up. He holds my gaze softly. "Clarke, I'm sorry," he begins, but I interrupt him.

"I really don't want to hear this, Finn."

"Clarke, please," he begs me, "I didn't know I would ever see her again."

"You had a girlfriend, Finn. You have one. And she loves you. So why are you going after me?" I am getting really frustrated with him.

"Because I love you," he says desperately.

I can see people gathering around us and I sigh inwardly. Really? Have they come to see another show?

I smirk slightly and look down. I take a step forward and look up. "I don't love you, Finn. If you can't see that, then-"

He cuts me off, grabbing my shoulders and kissing me hard. I am too shocked to move. Suddenly, my brain kicks in, and I push him off, rubbing my lips. He too is shocked, but I don't care. All I feel right now is rage. He kissed me in front of everyone.

"What the hell, Finn?"

He looks at me so lovingly and desperately that it makes me sick. "Clarke, I love you."

I slap him, hard. A flush covers his cheek where my hand was, and he looks up at me shocked, touching a hand to his cheek.

"Don't touch me, Finn. Raven loves you. Go to her."

He continues to beg me. "Clarke, please-"

"Don't touch me!" I'm yelling now.

I hear footsteps behind me and cringe. It's probably Raven come to slap me. Fun.

Instead, I hear the deep voice of Bellamy. He steps in front of me, almost protecting me.

"She said to stop, Spacewalker." His voice is harsh and angry, his posture ready to fight.

I put a hand on Bellamy's forearm. "Bellamy, I'm fine, really."

He meets my eyes, and his eyes soften. He looks at me for a few seconds before nodding. Bellamy steps backward beside me.

Finn looks between us, gears turning in his head. "Oh, this is good. The leaders? Who saw that coming, right? Well, I hope you two are happy together. You deserve each other, after everything the two of you have done."

I am breathing heavily, but I contain my temper. I see Bellamy clenching his fists out of the corner of my eye. I say quietly, "Go to Raven, Finn. She needs you."

"Clarke!" Someone calls from the drop-ship, and I turn to look. It's Octavia, waving me over.

I turn back around. "I'm needed in medical."

Finn looks like he is about to stop me, but I ignore him and turn around. I'm done with him.

I'm halfway there when Bellamy stops me.

"Hey," he says, his eyes concerned. "Are you okay?"

I nod slightly. "Yeah, I'm fine. He just doesn't know when to stop. Thank you, though, for stepping in. I was about to punch him."

He smiles. "Of course, princess. I still think one of us should have."

I smile back. "I'll see you later, Bell."

We go our separate ways. As I am walking back to the drop-ship, I realize I called him Bell. Bell. What his sister called him. I can feel my cheeks flushing and I groan inwardly. Now they will think we have some sort of relationship.

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