Blood Must Have Love (Bellamy x reader/OC)

Chapter Nine: Stupid

The sky above me is dark, yet I can see all of Arkadia perfectly fine due to the lit torches that scatter the camp.  A soft breeze blows through my blonde hair.

Across from me sits Bellamy.  He's got a plate of dinner in front of him and I've got a plate in front of me.  The difference between me and Bellamy right now is that he is digging into his food and I am staring at it, cautious.

He seems to notice.  "What's wrong?  Have you never had chicken, potatoes, and green beans before."

"It is so..." I gesture vaguely at my plate.  "...plain."

He swallows and laughs.  "We don't - do not - really have any seasoning."

"Seasoning?"

"Like pepper, basil, Oregano..." he trails off at the look on my face.  "Right.  Probably do not know what those are."

"This is not how ai choj op (I eat) chicken."

"Yeah, probably not, but you still need to eat.  Try the mashed potatoes." He points at the pile of mush in front of me.  "Even without seasoning, they somehow make them taste good."

I sigh, pick up a fork, dip it into the 'mashed' potatoes, and taste.

My eyes widen.  This is very good.  I never knew that potatoes could taste like this.  Where have I been all my life without 'mashed' potatoes?

Bellamy grins.  "See?"

I take a second bite.  Then a third.

"Ai laik (I am) making list of things ai like gon (at) Arkadia," I explain before continuing.  "You.  Octavia.  Mashed Potatoes."

I can't exactly tell too well, but it would appear there's a slight blush to Bellamy's cheeks when I say 'you'.

"I'm glad you like my sister.  She likes you," he says.

In between bites of mashed potatoes, I speak.  "She wants to kom au Trikru (become Tree Clan).  Ai respect that."

I swallow my potatoes and a question pops into my head.  "Where ste (is) Clarke?"

Bellamy's face becomes serious and I can't help but feel like I've said something wrong.  "She left."

Left?  How can she just leave?  Was she banished?  Perhaps that would explain Bellamy's seriousness.  I don't push it.

We both finish our food in silence and I leave a few pieces of chicken sitting on my plate, deciding that plain chicken is the worst chicken to exist.

Bellamy stands up.  "Uhm... goodnight.  I will see you tomorrow, Alexis."

I look up at him, trying my best to not let my hurt from his sudden coldness show on my face.  "Goodnight," I repeat.

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I toss and turn in the bed I've been given to sleep in.  It's the same room I woke up in, meaning I'm occupying a medical space and they're letting me do so.

No matter how hard I try, sleep does not come.  Questions do.

Is Bellamy mad at me?  Will he still let me come with him and his friends outside of the gate tomorrow?  Am I supposed to act like I didn't notice his sudden switch up?  Why did Clarke leave?  Where did she go?  Will she come back?

I don't know the answer to any of these.

I hop out of bed and leave the room, quietly making my way through the halls and outside.  I don't even know where my feet are taking me until I end up standing in front of Bellamy's tent.

I raise my hand to tap on it.  Then I drop it.  I raise it again.  I drop it and cross my arms over my chest, pressing my lips together.

I cannot sleep because I'm scared of what comes during sleep.  Nightmares.  Besides, I just slept for two whole days so surely I don't need to again.

I contemplate the option of waking Bellamy up to ask him whether or not he's decided he hates me now and whether or not that affects his answer to if I could sleep on the floor of his tent.

Stupid.

I can stay the night in my own room without anyone there to remind me that I'm no longer at Mount Weather.  Really, I can't believe I even got up out of bed to come stand out in the open like an idiot anyway.

I walk away from his tent, earning weird looks from the guards that are stationed at their nightly posts.

Laying back down in my bed, I spend the rest of the night staring at the ceiling.