Bellarke AU~ Camp Arkers

Chapter 11

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Bellamy's POV

"I KNEW IT!!" Octavia screams. I pull away from Clarke, grab her hand and run to the only place I know no one will find us. The lake. It's not as far from the party as I'd hope, but no one else knows about our secret spot.

"Wh- Why did we... run?" Clarke gasps for air.

"Because did you see how they were approaching us? Like vultures finding new meat".

"What now?" She asks.

"I say we hide out in my cabin. Steal food once the party is over. If we run now then we can get back without being seen", I reply.

"Waiting for the storm to pass, I like it. Lets go". Princess takes my hand and pulls me in the direction of our cabins. Just as I predicted, the party-goers are still at the party. It's hard to hear, but I think I can still hear remarks of Oh my god and I can't believe their together. Once again we reach our destination in fits of gasping and panting. I push open my door and we both flop onto our sofa. It's just in time too, because after locking the door, I see a group of teens run into the courtyard. I close the curtains and call Clarke over, putting a finger to my lips to keep her quiet.

"Are you sure you saw them?" Raven asks.

"Definitely. I heard their footsteps and you saw their prints. They came this way", another voice says.

"Well, they have to come to meals tomorrow so we'll ask our questions then. For now lets get back to the party before it's over". And with that, the dark figures all run back down the path.

"Vultures. What did I tell you", I whisper. We move back to the sofa and Clarke peruses through my vast collection of DVD's. She picks out paranormal activity 3 and inserts it into the disk drive. Over the blare of the opening titles, Clarke shouts.

"Hey Bell, I know it sound weird but can I borrow some clothes".

"Sure, Princess. I can't guarantee that it will fit though", I shout back. I rummage through my draws, but only find my camp counsellor's T-shirt and some Trackies. Because of the enormity of it, I have to help Clarke climb out of her dress. Once in normal clothes, she looks more comfortable and quite adorable in the over-sized clothes. She notices it too.
"What are you smiling about?" She enquires.
"Firstly, I don't have to pretend anymore. The world knows I love you Clarke. Secondly, I didn't think you could get any cuter than when I saw you in that dress tonight, but in my clothes you look even better", I reply. I pick her up and put her down on the sofa, throwing my duvet over her in the process.
"That reminds me, your hoodie is still in my cabin", she apologises.
"Don't worry. Keep it, you wear it better than I ever did".
"I was going to keep it anyway", she scoffs. "But I'm cold". I groan but then she does this cute scrunchy nose thing.
"What if someone sees me? I could get kidnapped by the vultures".
Instead of using words, Clarke pouts.
"Stop, you know I can't resist", I warn her.
To finish me off, she ususe her adorable puppy eyes.
"Damn it princess, you are going to be the death of me", I whine.
I put on my boots and a dark jacket, then sprint to Clarke's cabin next door. I wander around the clean space and search for the hoodie. On her bedside table is a dark object, but I'm dissapointed when I realise its only her sketchbook. I furiously spin around, knocking the book onto the floor in the process.
"S**t", I mutter under my breath. Papers and pictures are scattered all over the floor. I bend down to pick them up and then one particular drawing captures my eye. I'm looking back at a full face portrait of myself down to every little freckle. I'm speechless. When other people said Clarke was good at drawing, I never thought she was this good. I hear shouts outside that break my concentration. After shoving the drawings back into the sketchbook, I find the hoodie on the back of a chair. Hastily, I run back to my cabin.