But We've Lost A Lot ↭ Bellamy Blake [Book 2]

fourteen

*this is the proper chapter fourteen. please reread this if you read the chapter with Murphy and Zen (that chapter is now chapter fifteen.) once the vast majority of you baenanas read this, i will move things back into place. (if you need clarification please message me) -Brandee*

When I walked out from the front doors of the Arc, the skies were pitch black. Spotlights filled the camp around the fence parameters, and it was almost as if we were on a broadway stage, getting ready to perform Post Bombing Apocalypse: Will The Radiation Kill Them In The End?

I saw Octavia shining her sword in the middle of camp, so I went over to talk to her. I wasn't sure how she stood on the whole Bellamy situation, but from what I'd heard earlier, she wasn't too happy with him.

"Hey, O," I said casually, sticking my hands in my pockets. I managed to bump both swords away from my hips, which was starting to become a pet peeve of mine. As much as I liked having them on my waist, it was a pain when I wasn't in combat. But down here... you never know when combat will turn up. You had to be ready at all times.

"Z," she said, nodding her head. She reached her arm over her head to slide the sword back into its casing. She stuck the cloth in her back pocket, and turned to give me her attention. "Don't feel guilty for getting mad."

"I think I overreacted," I told her honestly. "But I'm still not in the right state of mind to decide that."

"I see how the two of you are," she noted, "you give a damn, and you gave a damn before you were together. There was never a moment he didn't think you were stunning."

"I've never dealt with this before... I don't know if I should feel angry or..." I let out a big sigh. I think I'd been holding it in for the past day.

"He hasn't either," Octavia retorted. "I'm not saying that I agree with what he did. Because I could kick him in the dick for it. But, I am saying that it's worth it to figure it out together. Ever since the two of you found each other after the battle you haven't had any down time. One injury after the other."

"You can blame my badassness for that," I commented slyly, making her let out a small smirk on her face. "I'm just afraid that I'll say the wrong thing, and he won't forgive me."

"He is thinking the same thing."

"I think I'm going to wait a bit longer. Neither of us should be going outside the fence tonight or tomorrow. I just hope he doesn't give up on me fast."

"I've only known my brother for nearly seventeen years. I know him better than anyone. And I can tell from the way he is looking at you right now from across the court, he isn't going to give up."

I turned to see Bellamy staring at myself and his sister, holding onto a tin cup with what appeared to be moonshine. He was sitting with Clarke, who was going over something on a piece of paper. She was talking to Bellamy, but I doubted that he was listening.

I quickly turned back around before either of us moved closer to him, and faced Octavia.

"Take your time with it all," Octavia stated.

"You, too," I responded. Octavia knew exactly what I was talking about. Lincoln was still missing, and it was killing her inside. I needed to say something, after all she'd just helped me. "We'll find him. I won't forget any time soon. Him and our friends are my top priority."

"What about Bellamy?" she asked.

"He's alive and ten metres away. That's all I need to have."

"We'll get them both back," Octavia commented.

"Hell yeah we will."

"Zen, come over here."