Chapter 5

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*authors note*
Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated in so long, I felt bad so I am now going to update a few chapters at a time. Thank you for reading. Please vote comment and share. I have got this story planned out a bit but if you have any ideas, feel free to let me know in the comments. This is going to be quite a short chapter but bear with me because in a few chapters, there will be Bellarke.

Bellamy's POV

I sat at the back of the room in my art lesson, doodling little pictures and patterns, while the teacher kept spouting her opinion on some piece of art that I hadn't even bothered to look at. It was an abstract piece which means that someone has just drawn some random shapes and patterns on a piece of paper and called it "art."

I enjoyed the pieces of art where you get to draw something real, not shapes. Abstract art didn't make sense. I looked over to Octavia who obviously had the same opinion as me because she was sat having a conversation with Raven about God knows what. Her arms were flailing around in the air, while Raven laughed until she cried.

I looked back at my paper until I heard the door squeak. I looked over to see Clarke's face in the tiny bit of glass in the door. The teacher told her to have a seat. I saw the panicked look sweep her face as she tried to search for any chair that wasn't right next to me. Unfortunately for her, there were no other chairs. She started to walk towards me and I tried to think up something to tease her about.
"Hey, princess, how nice of you to want to sit next to me out of everyone else in the room."
"Grow up, Blake" she replied. She wasn't getting annoyed by them anymore. She was growing up.
"So, princess, what lessons do you do?" I asked, trying to change the subject
"English, Music, History and Art." She replied bluntly.
"Looks like we are in all the same lessons then, princess" I stated.
"What? You must be joking me!"
"I'm really not" I said, and for once, telling the truth.

The rest of the lesson went by slowly. At the end of the lesson, me and Clarke went over to Octavia as we were both going to sit with her group at break.

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