I'll Be Waiting

Chapter 4 Roommate

Bellamy P.O.V
I arrived to pick up O early in the morning. Lincoln was sleeping on the couch when I entered. Everything else was packed into boxes. I shut the door, waking him up.

He sat up."Weren't you going to come here at five am?"

I nodded."Yeah, but I couldn't sleep so I decided to drive."

I heard a yawn, followed by O walking into the room."Hey Bell."

I gave her a small smile."Hey O, you ready to go?"

She scratched her head, still sleepy."What time is it?"

Lincoln glanced at his phone."Two A.M. "

O's eyes grew wide. "Two A.M!" Well she wasn't sleepy anymore. "You said you would be here three hours from now!" She yelled, arms flailing.

I rolled my eyes, still not a morning person."Calm down Octavia."

She crossed her arms. "Did you even get any sleep Bell?"

I shook my head."No," she glared at me."I wasn't tired. Now can we pack all the stuff in the back of Lincoln's truck?"

Octavia stalked up to me, then narrowed her eyes. "Something happened." She put her hands on her hips."What happened?"

I put my hands up in defense."Nothing happened O."
She continued to glare at me."Don't lie to me Blake."

I glared back at her."I'm not lying to you Blake."

We stared each other down for another minute before Lincoln interrupted us.

"We should get to putting these boxes in the back of my truck."

O's face stayed stone cold."This isn't over."

I scoffed."I didn't expect anything less little sis."

O rolled her eyes, and went to go put on shoes. We each carried boxes to the back of Lincoln's truck, and after about three trips, we had everything ready to go. O was hopped into the passenger's seat of my car and I jumped into the driver's seat. Lincoln was driving alone. We began to drive to New York City. O turned on the radio, and landed on a Spanish language, music station.

"I love this song," O leaned back in her seat.

De que me sirve la vida si eres lo que yo pido The song sang.

I briefly glanced at her."How do you even know this song? It's in Spanish."

Los recuerdos no me alcanzan pero me mantienen vivo

O was biting the side of her cheek."Camilo showed it to me."

De que me sirve la vida si no la vivo contigo

Camilo, my mind flashed back to the motel. My brain replayed Clarke and Camilo entering the motel room, it replayed how she was happy and laughing at whatever Camilo had said or done.

De que me sirve la esperanza si es lo ultimo que muere
Y sin ti ya la eh perdido...

That's what you wanted, I reminded myself. You wanted her to be happy, even if her being happy included Camilo. Camilo who had always been interested in her, Camilo who could love her the right way. He wouldn't hurt her like I did. He wouldn't put her in danger, like I did. My hands tightened around the steering wheel. He would be able to make her much happier than I ever had.