Find Me (Bellarke's fanfic)

10. Trapped

OCTAVIA

30 hours before

"Lincoln?" I kept walking through the woods trying to find my boyfriend.

That jerk.

We were supposed to meet a while ago on the outskirts of the camp but instead I had been walking around in circles waiting for him.

I let out a frustrated groan. "Lincoln seriously. Where the hell are you? This isn't funny anymore! I'm going back to the camp I swear to God if you don't sho-"

I felt a huge weight fall over me, crushing me against the cold ground. My head hit the floor as I opened my eyes widely and notice the face that was above me.

"What the-" I tried to say but got cut by a pair of warm lips pressed against mine. Lincoln's lips.

He kissed me gently although he kept pressing me against the ground, both of his hands were around my head helping his body lift and stoping it from falling over me.

When his lips left mine I opened my eyes and found him smiling.

"Hey there", he smiled widely. "What were you saying?".

I hit him on his arm playfully. "You jerk! My head hit the ground!".

He laughed and pressed his forehead against mine. "But it was totally worth it. Wasn't it?"

I rolled my eyes at him and pushed his body away from mine. He rolled over still laughing as I stood up.

"You are the worst. You made me wait too much! I was almost leaving", I told him angrily.

He stood up and standing in front of me, grabbed my face with both of his hands and gave me the most sincere look.

"I'm sorry, O. I was helping back at the camp, I got here as fast as I could", he said.

I tried to look away. I was angry. I hated waiting.

"Whatever", I told him coldly.

He chuckled and moved his hands down so they were no longer on my face but holding my hands. He brought one of them to his lips and kissed it softly.

"I'm sorry I made you wait", he grabbed my other hand and kissed it too. "Can you stop being mad at me now?".

Ugh. The man was good.

I hated how he could make  so soft, so weak, he was the only one besides Bellamy that I could totally trust enough to be sentimental about something. I had been trough so much stuff that I was no longer the happy and cheerful Octavia I once was. Now I was a warrior, and warriors couldn't be weak. I often thought that loving Lincoln they way I did was going to ruin me, but I couldn't just stop having feelings for him. He was my everything.

I let out a sigh and nodded.

"Okay, okay", I said pulling him into a hug. As he was a lot taller than me, my face was buried in his chest. "You're still a jerk, tough".

He smiled. "But you love me".

I rolled my eyes smiling at him, getting on my tip toes and giving him a gentle kiss.