Clarke's POV
I had left school early because I didn't want to face Bellamy and Raven's relationship. Plus, what was that that Finn had done in front of them? I thought he had a crush on Raven, but what about the weekend? Was he just doing that to get Raven or to spark something in Bellamy?
I got home and unlocked the front door. I wasn't surprised to find it empty. I walked through the kitchen, grabbing a tub of chocolate ice cream and the biggest spoon I could find. I threw my bag on my bed and brought my sketchbook out on the floor. I wanted something to distract me from the reality i was currently in.
I flipped open the cover and folded back the first few pages to get to a blank one. I passed the sketches I had of Bellamy, some complete, some incomplete that I was hoping to work on throughout the week. My eyes welled with tears, and before I knew it I slammed my hand on the book, pulling each page out one by one and scrunching them up on the floor in my anger. I was so busy in rage and pain that I didn't even notice my bedroom door open and Bellamy slip through.
Bellamy's POV
"Princess" I saw her ripping her drawings out. I knew how long she spends on even one drawing, but tearing out 3, 4, 5? They must have taken weeks.
"What are you doing here?" She glared at me, "shouldn't you be with your girlfriend?"
I laughed darkly, "girlfriend? We're not that serious."
"So friends with benefits? Classy." She spat, but i admired her passion.
"Not quite, but I can see she's served her purpose."
"Purpose?" she scoffed, "you see girls as games, things you need to conquest and win over. I don't want that in my life."
She was still sitting on the floor, the ice cream tub open, spoon stabbed deep into the middle. I leaned down and grabbed the spoon out, sticking it in my mouth, so i had something to amuse me while we continued on with our 'argument'.
"Conquests?" I cocked my eyebrow as i dragged the spoon out of my mouth.
Her face dropped and she let her hands drop into her lap, on top of her sketchbook. She glared at me, never breaking eye contact as she dragged her last drawing out. She scrunched it up into a loose ball and threw it at me with all she had. I held my hands up to my face in an attempt to block the throw but I caught it instead. I shoved it into my back pocket discreetly, not sure if Clarke had noticed, but when I looked back down at her, she was wiping her cheeks and stood up to face me.
"You need to leave." She stated blankly at me.
"Princess, don't do this," I lifted my hand to her cheek, wiping away another tear that had fallen with my thumb.
Her hand came up and pulled my forearm down so it was parallel to hers. She hung her head down to avoid my eyes and placed a hand on my chest.
"You should go." She lightly pressed on my chest, directing me out her bedroom door.
I shrugged out, and jogged down the stairs to my car. I sat in the driver's seat an reached into my back pocket to pull out the drawing.
I evened it out and rotated it so it was the right side up.
It was of me and Clarke, in bed in my tent, my arm around her and the smallest smile dancing on both of our lips.
I smiled to myself at the memory of what was, and what could have been.
Where had my princess gone? What had I done?
I glanced down the street before looking back into Clarke's bedroom window one last time and pulling out of her driveway.
sorry for the short chapter guys, but I'm a little stuck! any ideas would be appreciated and I will give you a shout out or dedicate a chapter to you if you help me out! thankyou xx
