𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 | bellamy blake²

❀ | chapter eleven

011.

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On the plus side, Maggie was no stranger to sneaking around. Light on her feet from her years upon years of thievery, ambling through the corridors without making a peep was a walk in the park.

Bellamy hadn't come to their room the night prior, and although she was satisfied with him respecting her wishes, the tiniest piece of her inside had hope that he would come and talk to her later on. Perhaps she could have a more— civilized— conversation with him, as opposed to a screaming match. Gray still had hope that she could reach him, as ridiculous as that might've sounded after how their talk went yesterday.

Maggie had intentions of finding Kane, hence the reasoning behind her creeping around like a mouse. Not only did she not want to give herself up, but the other people working against Pike's faction.

So, whoever was trying to follow behind her was brutally awful at espinonage, if she were to be honest. For starters, whoever had been given the honorary roll decided to not dress for the occasion, being as they attempted to be quiet, but their guard boots could be heard from multiple feet away. Not only that, but when she turned around, she could see half of a silhouette from around the corner.

Therefore, she decided to proceed further for a brief second; just long enough for the perpetrator to take another step forward. Snapping her head quickly, a laugh almost managed to pass by her lips when she caught a glimpse of ebony curls.

She quickly spun on her heels, and not an ounce of surprise went through her body when she caught Bellamy clinging to the wall, as if that'd correct his blunder.

Then, Maggie did let out a chuckle, although it suggested quite the opposite of amusement. "That's pretty rich, him making you in charge of watching my every move. And don't even try denying it— I'm well aware that Pike doesn't trust me."

"Whether you believe it or not, I'm actually trying to protect you," compassion made its way to his freckled face, "You're lucky he asked me to do it. He sees it as most fitting, being as I'm around you the most. But, he wasn't exactly aware of our lashing out yesterday, which I apologize for."

Shaking her head but deeming it as a chance to talk to Bellamy nonetheless, her arms crossed. "What do you expect me to say to you?"

"Nothing, but I have things to say to you," he scanned down the halls each way, making sure there were no guards within a decent proximity, "And I'm not exactly welcome in our room, so—"

Intriguing— just a little bit, she had to admit as she cut him off, "I'm listening, Bell."

Leaning against the wall, his hands reached for hers, and he was almost shocked that she had let him take them. "I'm the only reason you're not arrested right now— Pike knows that everything I do is for you, even though you don't agree with my choices. But, at the end of the day, I know you. And I know that you're already coming up with some sort of plan that I won't be able to talk you out of. So, whatever it may be— don't get caught," Bellamy finished, and the last sentence was what got the wheels in her head spinning.

"How am I supposed to know you're not lying to me right now? How do I know that you aren't reporting back to him with my every move? How can I trust you?" the questions were listed off rapidly, and Bellamy could admit that they were all very valid.

Instead of immediately responding, Bellamy dug into one of his inside pockets, revealing a small, circular-shaped device that Maggie was instantly able to recognize: a bug that was not yet turned on. "He gave me this to hide in your jacket, thinking I would do anything to protect you— including betraying you. But he's wrong," he placed it back inside the pocket, zipping up the zipper, "I know you're trying to make up for your past, and while I don't think you have anything you need to make up for, I'm not going to ruin that for you, Mags." He squeezed her hands, tightly.