Brave Princess - A Bellarke Story

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Four

Clarke:

It's been a day. We still haven't spoken, although there have been ample oppurtunities. Sometimes, I see something strange in his eyes when he looks at me. Sorrow. Loss. But his eyes don't match his words. Then again, they never have. I shake my head slightly. He's never been one to think before he acts, or speaks, for that matter.

I wonder now if there was a hint of regret in his eyes. I swallow. I can't keep thinking about this when I have to lead camp. Besides, they need me in the drop ship. I've been on break for an hour. Five minutes ago, Finn came limping up to me with a sprained ankle and pulled calf. I had pursed my lips and told him to go ahead and head into the drop ship. I would be there in a minute.

But one minute turned into three, and three minutes turned into five. I've let myself get distracted. I'm shocked at myself. I bite my lip and turn into the drop ship.

Finn is sitting on the table, his bad leg stretched out in front of him, and his good leg is swinging off the side of the table. His head is down, but when he hears me, he quickly snaps his head up.

"What took so long?" he asks tensely.

"Sorry. I was-sorry," I finish.

He purses his lips. "I know. You said it twice."

I bite my lip and come closer. "So what happened?" I ask him.

Finn sighs. "I was working on the wall. I must have stepped wrong, or something, when I was up there. I just suddenly felt this really sharp pain in my calf, on the leg where I was putting all my weight. When I fell, I landed on the same leg and sprained my ankle-I think."

"Okay," I say, somehow doubting that his ankle was actually sprained. "Let's take a look."

As I move my hands to the hem of his pants he tells me, "All yours, princess." His words shock me. I look up at him. He's smirking, and there's want in his eyes. I purse my lips and look back down at his ankle.

"Don't look at me like that," I tell him sharply, feeling the ligaments in his ankle. I move my fingers to his calf.

"Clarke, I-ah!" He suddenly clutches his leg.

"That where it hurts?" I ask, although I don't need to. I already knew where it hurt. That's why I poked him there.

He just glares at me.

"All right," I say, nodding. "Well, you don't have a sprained ankle. It's just bruised. You did tear your calf, though. If it gets worse, come and get me. But for now, there's nothing else I can do about it. Just try to stay off it for a while."

"What do I do for the pain?" Finn asks me, slowly moving his leg over the table.

"Ask someone to give you a massage," I say sarcastically.

Apparently he takes me seriously, because I can see him asking me with his eyes.

"No," I tell him, glaring. He rolls his eyes. "Go get Raven for that." There's a double meaning behind my words, and we both know it. So he glares at me.

"Thanks for the help," he says tersely.

"Anytime," I tell him, crossing my arms across my chest.

Suddenly, someone-Jasper-bursts into the drop ship. Jasper opens his mouth to speak to me, but stops when he notices Finn limping out. Jasper waits until Finn is gone before coming closer. His eyes are wide and fearful, and my heart goes out to the younger boy. I put a hand on his shoulder.

"What is it?" I ask him.

He shakes his head. "Wrong question," he tells me. "Who is it."

It's his words that make me realize immediately what he is saying. "Bellamy," I say, dropping my hand. "What did he do?" My words are rushed and worried.

"Miller was talking to Bellamy on the wall, but suddenly slipped. Of course, he had to grab on to Bellamy when he fell. Miller landed on top of Bellamy."

I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. "Where's Bellamy now?" He better be resting.

Jasper raises his eyebrows. "Now? He's building."

I breathe out heavily, and manage a small glance in Jasper's direction before walking to the door. "Thanks for telling me, Jasper."

I hear a quiet "yeah" behind me, followed by footsteps as he follows me outside. I look around the camp. Where's Bellamy? I find him on the south side, lifting a plank from the ground to someone sitting on the wall. I shake my head and march over to him. He doesn't see me yet.

His breathing is shallow, and his face is slightly contorted. Did no one think to tell him to stop? Of course, I know the answer to that. Of course not. They wouldn't dare defy their leader.

But he's not my leader.

"Bellamy!" I glare at his back, and I notice it tense at my voice. Good. He should be scared. He shouldn't do this to himself!

"Little-busy," he manages, the strain in his voice evident as he lifts the plank. The guy up top takes the plank from Bellamy, and Bellamy finally turns around. "What do you need?" he asks me, rubbing the sweat from his brow.

I glare at him. "Come with me," I say gruffly, grabbing his arm and pulling him through camp.

He tries to claw my arm off, but stops when I look behind me. "Where are we going?"

I don't answer him. Instead, I lead him into the drop ship. Stupid Bellamy. I begin to pace, listening mostly to the rhythmic beating of my boots on the metal. It isn't calming. "You're an idiot, you know that," I say finally, my back to him. I stop pacing and stand in place.

"Clarke," he says, his voice a strange combination of strain and sorrow, "I didn't mean to hurt you-"

"That's not what I'm talking about!" I shout, spinning around to face him.

"Then what?" He steps closer too. I don't know how he's still standing. "What have I done that's so idiotic? Huh?"

I cross my arms. My voice is low and gruff, and matches my glare. "Take off your shirt and sit on the table."

Bellamy's eyes widen, and I realize what my words sounded like. My tongue is frozen in my mouth, and apparently so is his, because we stand there looking at each other.

I finally look down. "Jasper told me what happened." I meet his eyes, which are full of guilt. "Apparently, Miller thinks you're his cushion." I pause and purse my lips. "Now take off your shirt and sit on the table."

He obeys.

AN: Hello! I think you will like the next chapter. Feedback?

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P.S. Do you want to see Clarke's point of view or Bellamy's point of view for the next chapter? I haven't started it yet, so I am still open to suggestions!