Get Lucky| b.blake

31

Fallon's POV
(2 Days Later)

"So we're attacking them tomorrow morning?" I asked as I looked over the plan again. My dad clenched his hands around the table as pain flashed in his eyes, Clarke had hers focused on the table intensely. Aurora had her arms crossed while burning her eyes into my head. Bellamy wouldn't even look at me, I wasn't even sure if I wanted him too.

"Yes." Clarke said. "Surprise is all we have as of right now." Her arms were crossed and she didn't look up to talk to me.

I glanced around the room and my eyes lingered on Bellamy. He was leaning on his elbows over the table, his eyes no where near mine. He flinched and I looked up at the ceiling. Trying not to be caught staring. I wanted to apologize but it was obvious to me that Bellamy needed some time. As much as it pained me, I knew if It was me I would have been pissed.

"We should all go get some sleep." Bellamy grumbled and shoved his upper body forward so he was now looking around the table. He froze for only a second as he saw me, I tried not to smile or to frown so I only looked away while swallowing.

"Bellamy's right, we need rest." Clarke said nodding and she made her way to the door. So did my dad, his eyes lingering on me so I gave him a forced smile. I glanced up to see Bellamy talking quietly with his mom before she left. Leaving us alone standing on either sides of the room. I shivered as a sense of familiarity washed over me.

"You should rest." He whispered. "On an actual bed." Bellamy pressed. I closed my eyes. Finn must have told him I was taking extra shifts and barely sleeping between them on the ground near by my shift post. Bellamy sighed. "Its not your fault." He said, shaking his head from side to side. I let out a long breath, almost a whistle coming from my mouth.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you." I whispered, I wasn't even sure he heard me at that tone. Then he let out a burst of air that sounded a little like a sigh so I knew he had heard me. "It was wrong." I shook my head, pulling my arms tighter around my waist.

"You know I did some thinking." Bellamy said, uncrossing arms. Then he jammed his hands into his pockets and licked his lips. I remembered the taste of them, although their was no tooth paste Bellamy never failed to taste of peppermint and cinnamon, smelling like the outdoors too. "I would have done the same thing, to get you too make a rational decision." He explained. I nodded slowly. What was he trying to do? What was he was trying to say?

He ran a hand over the side of the table while walking towards me. I felt my whole body tense as if a needle was being shoved into my arm for a vaccination. I hated needles and they made me nervous. Nothing else made me nervous.

Not until Bellamy.

"So what I'm trying to say is-" Bellamy took in a deep breath. Filling his lungs and he stood only a foot or two away for me. "I'm still angry but I understand." He whispered. My face fell inside. He was mad. Which I had expected. "And I'd like us too be friends."

Friends.

I swallowed like there was a large pill in my throat. My throat felt liked it was closing up. I suddenly cousin my breath. But I knew it wasn't an allergic reaction. No, you couldn't have an allergic reaction to a word. Perhaps the idea of not being with Bellamy. Not being able to hold his hand. Not being able to kiss his lips. Not being able to call him mine.

Made me freak out.

"So," Bellamy stuck out a hand. It wasn't shaking. Was he being serious? I looked at his hand for a long moment. "friends?" His voice was a question as if he wasn't sure. I needed Bellamy. Not matter what the circumstances were.

Even if being friends killed me.

I slapped my hand into his. Giving his sweating hand a squeeze with mine, trying to mask that my hand was violently shaking.

"Yeah," I smiled, "friends." I was lying.

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A/N

This chapter is so intense. I feel like my heart is going to explode.

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