Chapter 3

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Time passed very quickly. I started talking to Bellamy more and more often, we found a common language. The boy introduced me and Octavia to his mini gang. Contrary to appearances, the guys were really fine. They immediately liked us and we liked them. People like this, people, started talking and warning me about this boy. They said he was a bully and that a person like me shouldn't stick with him.

A person like me. Why?

Getting to know him, I slowly felt more and more that the boy was really different. Blake may not admit it, but that's the truth. He can be rude, mean and even really impossible in relation to other people, but inside... He seems to be as damaged, broken and lonely as I am... This seems to have attracted us the most.

"Clarke! " My mother called from below.

"I'm coming! "I replied and after a while I was downstairs.

I helped my mom unpack my shopping and that's when this topic began...

"Are you still meeting this Blake? " My mother asked, to which I sighed.

"And this is something bad?

"No, quite the opposite. " She said, and I was walled up.

"You don't mind it? " I approached my mother surprised.

"No, why? " Woman looked at me. "To be honest, thanks to him you opened up more to people. " She said and put the tomatoes in the refrigerator.

"Are you serious? "

"Even very seriously. " Abby smiled, and I replied with the same.

"People warn me about it... I don't understand why." I looked back at my mom. "He... He's not at all like everyone says. He's completely different..."

"Mmm... You like him. " My mother noticed.

"That's not what you think. " I raised my hands to deny.

"Not yet. "Abby moved her eyebrows funny.

"Mom! "

"But, honey..." Woman looked at me again. "All in all... I've never had a chance to meet him and thank him personally for saving your life... "

"Oh, you don't have to. " I said right away. "I've already thanked him. "

"Hm.... "

"Oh no, don't even think about it. " I said quickly.

"But why not? " Woman frowned. "That's a good idea. "

"That's terrible idea. " I entered into her words.

"I guess I need to know who my daughter is hanging out with, right?"

"You know this from the story from me... "

"No, I've already decided. " Woman said. "You'll invite him to us for dinner. "

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Great, just great! And how am I supposed to do that, um? I decided to text him asking where he was currently and if he had any plans. It was a weekend so I didn't know if boy would've time for it. All in all... We've known each other for a while, and I don't know much about his family. I once asked my mother, she said that she knew his mother, and she saw her father maybe once. Strange that Blake never said anything about them. It puzzled me for a moment, but maybe it's just a coincidence. There was no opportunity and that's it.

An hour has passed, and I still haven't received a response from him. I decided to take a chance and call him. One signal, two, three and still no response. I called again and after a few signals the voice in the handset spoke.

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