'𝐨𝐡 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚' | Bellamy B.

𝙀𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

𝟓: 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭'𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

|⟡ ☾ ˚° 𖤓 °˚ ☽ ⟡ | 

Bellamy rolled off of Stella breathing heavy. She stared up at the tent in front of her. Emotions and thoughts overwhelmed the blonde as she panicked on what to do next.

Stella swallowed thickly before sitting up. She crawled over Bellamy's body and began dressing herself.

"What are you doing?" He asked, sitting up. Stella bit her bottom lip as she sighed. "I shouldn't have done that." She spoke in slightly above a whisper. He couldn't decipher whether or not she was telling him or herself.

"Your regret it?" He asked. She avoided the boy's eyes the best she could. She felt his stare on her as she laced her boots. 

"Thanks." She shut her eyes before exiting the tent quickly.

Stella froze outside of the tent. She looked at the ground as she scolded herself. She hated relationships. She hadn't ever been in one but after watching her mother and father's her whole like she quickly saw they never ended up good.

That was why she enjoyed having one time flings, no strings attached. She didn't need to prove herself or feel obligated to stay. 

The blonde left him alone because she didn't know if she would be able to have any unattached feelings. She didn't want to have any feelings for him. She didn't want to feel the need to care about someone.

Getting attached to someone only meant pain when they left. Pain that wasn't necessary if you didn't care.

Stella wished to never be like her parents. She already despised getting close to people, she didn't want to ever have to go through what her mother did.

Stella surprisingly, enjoyed being on her own. She never had to explain herself to anyone or prove herself. The world was a devastating place and a harsh reality. All she ever needed was herself and that's all she's ever had. 

Why should that change over a stupid boy?

Stella pushed her legs away from his tent and towards the fire where she sat down. A girl with blonde hair was sitting down watching it. 

Stella wiped a stray tear from her cheek that escaped her blue eyes.

She hated that familiar craving that seemed to never subsided unless she was near or with him.

"Are you okay?" The girl asked. Stella furrowed her eyebrows and nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay." She smiled. "Harper." She held her hand out.

Stella smiled and shook the hand. "Stella." 

"Rhee?" Harper questioned. Stella nodded and gave her a confused look. "How'd you know?" 

Harper chuckled. "My mom was friends with yours. She would talk about you often." Harper replied. Stella smiled. "Really?" 

"Yeah. Harper McIntyre." 

Realization hit Stella as Harper stated her last name. "I remember you. We took earth skills together." She smiled.

"You look so different." Stella scanned the girl.

"I had a bob cut and glasses." Harper chuckles. Stella laughed as she nodded. "Yep. I remember that." She smiled.

"Remember Pike? And how he actually locked us in the room--" Stella stopped mid sentence as a massive shooting star crossed the sky. 

As it closened it was revealed to be anything but a shooting star. It was a pod.

"Bellamy, get out here." Octavia's voice could be heard not too far away. Stella stood up alongside Harper and walked over to where the brunette girl stood.