Heartless ~ Bellamy Blake

Chapter Thirteen

"Sometimes we don't always get what we want."

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I feel Darrin smile into the kiss and I pull away. His lips were chapped unlike Bellamy's soft ones. His arm around my waist made me feel caged, it didn't feel right at all. I was pulled from my thoughts by actually getting my arm yanked through the group. "You're done playing." Bellamy orders dragging me through camp. We're almost near his tent before I yank my arm out of his grasp. "What's your problem?" I shout at him. We weren't far from people but if I was yelling they would definitely be able to hear. Bellamy looks at the group of teenagers he just pulled me away from and then his eyes shift back to mine. "My problem? What the hells your problem?" He laughs and throws his hands up towards the group which had Darrin in it. They were all quiet watching us.

"I can't fucking stand you, Blake." it was now my turn to throw both my hands in the air dramatically.

"Yea, well feelings mutual sweetheart." He spits looking down at me. A storm was in his eyes, they had turned a darker shade of brown even with the fire gazing on them. "So then let me fucking be, Bellamy."

"Apparently I can't do that. You get drunk and kiss the first fucking guy you see." He points a finger to my chest.

I laugh a humorous laugh "You wish that was you. Huh? Oh wait it was. But that was a mistake." I yell putting air quotes around mistake. He doesn't respond other that putting his hands on his hips and giving me an annoyed glare. I turn to walk away, done with the conversation. Bellamy grabs my wrist again stopping me. "I wasn't done talking." His voice was low which only annoyed me more. I stepped closer to him our bodies inches apart, our faces inches apart, our lips inches apart. "Let fucking go. I'm not your girlfriend anymore." I say just as lowly. I can hear an echo of "Oh's and Oh shits." Coming from the teenagers. I was now almost completely sober and I was pissed he was ruining my drunkenness.

"Kingsley I'm not doing this here." Bellamy sighs still not letting go of my wrist.

"And I'm not doing this at all." I rip my arm from his grasp but he's just as quick. Slinging me over his shoulder, both hands under my ass as I pound on his back with my fists. He carries me with ease as I yell profanities at him. "Fuck you, Bellamy!"

"Is that your birthday wish?" He laughs flipping his tent flap back and setting me down. I huff and look around his tent, anywhere but his eyes. His eyes be doing things to me I swear. "You done?" Bellamy asks. I look at the wall. "With you? Yea." I reply. I feel his fingers on my chin forcing me to look at him. "Yea?'" He questions with a stupid grin.
"Yea." I pull my face from his grasp as I watch him lean against a table. "Is that so?" He looks at me and damn did he look good. I don't know if it was the alcohol or just me but damn. "For Gods sake, yes Bellamy." He pulls my hips toward him still leaning against the table. I'm now standing in between his legs. Shit, stay strong Kingsley. Stay fucking strong. He cups one of my cheeks in his hands and leans his head down to my level. I sigh closing my eyes, leaning into his touch. Our foreheads were touching and I can feel his curls. He brushes our lips faintly together and whispers "How bout now?"

"No, not really sure at this point." I mumble against him. He throws his head back instantly and laughs. He fucking laughs. "Fucking, asshole." I say and pull away turning to leave. "Kingsley." He says loud enough making me stop. "What do you want for your birthday, seriously."

It's silent as I think for a second. Then I hear the music in the background and I had an idea. I shake my head, it's stupid. Bellamy grabs my hand pulling me towards him again. "Honestly?" I ask and he nods his head biting his bottom lip. Shit, you I think to myself . Now I was thinking that but I don't say that. "Slow dance with me." I reply. Bellamy nor I have ever been really dancing people. We didn't have the time for it, on the ark we were always at the dances as guards. He shakes his head immediately to turn me down. "You asked." I smirk.

"Fine." He grumbles. He pulls me in, hands on my waist. I Stand on my tippy toes lacing my hands around his neck. He puts his head in the crook of my neck. And  we stay like that for a while. Swaying. We stay like that even after the song ends and the music stops. And for a moment it was just Bellamy and I, no one else on Earth. No grounders, No teenagers, just him and I. I pull away first, and our eyes meet. He kisses me. It's different from the first time in the depot. It isn't eager or rushed. It's soft, loving. So full of emotion. He pulls away and opens his mouth to talk. Is he gonna say it's a mistake again? "Kingsley, you win." Bellamy says in complete seriousness

Huh? I give him a confused look so he continues. "You win. Whatever it is. Whatever the hell were doing. You win, okay."
I'm left even more confused than I was before. "Whichever one of us admits to having feelings first, loses right? You win."

"Bellamy, shut up." I laugh pulling away. There's no way he's being serious. He just likes to play with my feelings.

"I'm not playing around Kingsley."  He stays serious and pulls me back. Seems like he's always doing that. Pulling me back, metaphorically and physically.  He stares at me as I stare back at him. I go to answer him but the flap to his tent is pulled back. Finn. "Um, I'm sorry to break whatever this is up, But I need Kingsley." He stares back at me, waiting. I look at Bellamy and back at Finn. "Can't this wait." I groan. Finn gives me a apologetic look and I turn back to Bellamy. He nods his head towards Finn and mouths "Go."  I kiss Bellamy's cheek before Finn rushs me out out leading me to Clarke in another tent.