Just before I start - I'm from Australia, but I'm basing this story in America, so please just ignore different spellings i have (eg, colour, favourite, humour, etc)
Clarke's POV
I avoided school for a few days, I couldn't handle seeing Bellamy again. I still sat on my bedroom floor, staring at the pictures I ripped out nights ago.
I decided that I should clean them up, as I didn't want to see them and be reminded of the one person that I had let get so close to me.
I smoothed them out as i picked them up, placing them in one of my folders of all the drawings I had done on loose paper. I noticed I was missing one, the one of me and Bellamy in bed together, my favourite drawing and favourite memory.
Where had it gone? I looked everywhere in my room for it, tearing everything apart. It was no where to be found.
But a memory came rushing back to me.
Bellamy.
I had thrown it at him, well, I wasn't certain, but I had thrown a drawing at him.
He must have taken it. How could he? To torture me? To show people and crush my feelings again? Asshole.
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I chose to go to school the next day, only to retrieve my drawing.
I stormed into the hallway, marching straight to Bellamy's locker, where I found him getting his books. I slammed his locker door shut, making him jump and take a step back. His eyes focused on me and he blinked a few times "Princess?" he said, almost amused.
I ignored his humour and held out my hand firmly. He glanced down at it briefly but just went back to re-opening his locker.
I cleared my throat and nudged my hand into his chest.
"What?" he chuckled
"You know what."
"No princess, i don't" He looked me up and down, furrowing his brow.
I rolled my eyes and glared at him, "my drawing."
He seemed to know what I was talking about, when his eyes flickered back to his locker.
"So now you know what I'm talking about, hand it over."
He cocked his eyebrow and a smirk crept to his lips
"I believe that belongs to me now." He shifted his eyes back to his locker as he closed it, "If you want it back, you'll have to get it yourself." he said coolly.
"Get it back myself?" I walked in front of him, preventing him from moving anywhere.
"What the hell does that mean?" I placed my hand on his chest as he tried to step beside me.
"It means, princess," he covered my hand with his, stepping so close to me that his lips brushed on my ears "this could go two ways, I'm about to have class with Raven, and you can tell me what you want me to do."
I stood back, my mouth agape, "What I want you to do?"
Bellamy just cocked his head at me.
My eyes fueled with anger "No. I'm not letting you inside my head anymore, you don't deserve such a privilege."
With that I gave him one last glare and stormed off, leaving him in the middle of the hallway shaking his head is disbelief.
You did the right thing I reassured myself, He doesn't deserve to be in your life.
I got back into my car and began driving home, I was so lost in thought about Bellamy that I didn't even notice the tear slip down my cheek.
What was this guy doing to me?
I will try to add Octavia into the story in the next couple chapters! Anyone want any Linctavia action or just Bellarke? Rellamy?
