Bellarke AU~ Camp Arkers

Chapter 3

Clarke's POV

The next morning is hard. A restless sleep last night means I'm exhausted. Today's activities included a 5 mike hike and orienteering.
But worst of all, I had to spend the morning with Bellamy. Every time I looked at him the thought of him with Harper or Raven made me want to throw up. So when the horn sounded for lunch, I swiftly collected my food and left for the lake. I'd rather be in my own than socialise right now. When we were kids, Bellamy and I would meet here to mess around. We'd dare each other to jump into the lake naked or just argue about something stupid. No one else knew that this untouched beauty existed except me and him.
"I never understood how the water could be so calm out here, even in high winds". I recognise his deep voice instantly. Bellamy casually stands leaning against a tree with his arms across his chest.
"Did you follow me Blake?" I ask him.
"No, but when you left during lunch I figured you be out here. Can I sit?" He nods to the large space beside me.
"It's a free country". After some fidgeting to get comfy, Bellamy settles next to me. In the corner of my eye I catch him staring at me.
"You know its rude to stare", I remark.
"I'm not staring-" he replies, "- I'm admiring". My cheeks flush with red and I can't help but smile. To mask my embarrassment, I turn to face the forest. When I turn back, Bellamy sits looking back with his famous smirk. Minutes pass and we sit in a comfortable silence. Tension builds and I find it harder and harder to stop myself from asking. I know that if I ask and he says its not me, my heart will break. But in the battle between my head and my heart, my head wins every time.
"Last night when I asked you if you met anyone you said that 'she's closer than you think'. Who did you mean?" I blurt out.
"Umm, it doesn't matter. She-uh. She probably doesn't like me back anyway", he answers.
"Bellamy Blake lost for words, I never thought I would see the day". I'm repayed with a small chuckle, but still no answer. My heart sinks as the thought of me and Bellamy together becomes even more distant. I just want this conversation to end.
"We should probably get back", I say a little harsher than intended. But when I stand and start to walk away, a strong hand reaches out to stop me. I find myself against Bellamy's chest, looking up at my face.
"Its you princess, it always has been. I like you". Before I can respond, his lips are on mine. Our bodies intertwine and move as one. The kiss makes up for every petty argument, every rude name. Any memory of hate and loss are forgotten. I pull away but stay close to him.
"You don't know how long I've waited for this", I tell him. At first, Bellamy is in disbelief. Once he registers the information, we start kissing all over again.
If I could stay in this moment I would, but the horn signals the end of lunch.
"I don't think we should tell anyone. At least not until we know there aren't any rules stopping it", Bell instructs.
"What is 'it' exactly?"
"A relationship, I hope". I kiss him one last time before running off back to camp.

*That evening*

At around 5pm, everyone is sent back to their cabins to clean up. During the runs on the assault course, it started raining meaning it was even more muddy than usual. I had to spend ages raking the mud off of my legs and out of my hair. Stepping back into my room I notice a small slip of paper on my pillow. Opening it, Bellamy's scruffy writing litter the page. It reads:
Princess, meet me by the lake at 6pm. Don't be late. From Bellamy. Ps I love you. Pps. Hide this so no one can find it.
I smile and look at my alarm clock. Its already 5.40. With no consideration of fashion, I throw on clothes and hastily do my hair. Just as I'm heading out the door, I make a split second decision to put on some light make up, but then sprint down to the lake.