The Foster Family × Bellarke (on hiatus)

[8] Hiding Out

EDITED

CLARKE'S POV

Bellamy and I are sitting on a bench in the Commons area of MWHS just talking about random stuff. The Commons area was basically where a lot of people hung out before and after school and sometimes in between classes. It was near the cafeteria so I hopefully wouldn't get lost finding it on my own.

"So what's your favorite color?" Bellamy asks me, these kinds of things are what we've been asking each other for the past couple of minutes. Get-to-know-you questions.

"Um, I don't really know. Blue, I guess. What about you?" I shoot the same question back in his direction.

"I don't really know either, probably black." He answers back blandly, shrugging his shoulders.

"Wow, such an adventurous color, Bell." I say sarcastically, giggling a little bit.

"Yeah, wait did you just call me Bell?" He questions, processing my answer.

"Yeah I did. Why, do you not want me to call you that?"

"No I don't have a problem with it, it's just..." He trails off.

"Just what?" A curious look crosses my face.

"My sister is the only one who has ever called me that."

"Oh I'm sorry, Bellamy. I won't call you that anymore." I say disappointed that he has a nickname for me and I don't have one for him.

"No, no, Princess, it's completely fine. I just haven't heard it out of anyone else's mouth but Octavia's, but I like the way it sounds coming from you." Bell says reassuringly, a small smirk forming on his lips.

"OK, cool. So Octavia's your sister?"

"Yep," he says popping the 'p', "I practically raised her." He says looking at the ground. I was going to question why that was so but then we were yet again interrupted by that damn bell. What the hell is with that thing, I think it hates me. "We should get going to third period, Mr. Kane's algebra class. That should be fun."

"Yeah, I bet so." I answer back, obviously being sarcastic. Bellamy gets up and holds out his hand for me to take. I grab it and get up off the chair and follow him after he releases my hand. I get this weird feeling after he let go of my hand; like I didn't want him to let go yet, or ever. I haven't felt this feeling before, but it is starting to weird me out a little bit. I hate to admit it, especially since I just met him, but I think I like Bellamy.

BELLAMY'S POV

I think I like Clarke, the Princess. I know I just met her and all, but after I let go of her hand, I regret it immediately. It felt good holding her hand and it felt weird when I wasn't. But I don't think she likes me as more than a friend, maybe not even that. To her, I am the guy she just met, her guide, the guy she kissed on her first day at a newish school. To her I am just the guy who takes advantage of girls, the bad boy of their school.

I turned around to make sure she was still behind me and saw her following closely behind me. I make an impulsive decision to reach out my hand to her to make sure she doesn't get lost in the sea of people. She almost immediately grabs my hand and I pull her closer to me. This just feels right.

We slow down to a stop once the crowd starts to think out as people dart into classrooms, desperate not to be late. I stare right into her ocean blue eyes and I see her staring back into my chocolate brown ones. My eyes flicker down to her lips and she does the same to me. We don't lean in however because we have like 1 minute until the bell rings for class and the classroom is halfway across the school. Instead of kissing her like I so badly wanted to, I slowly turn away and pull her down the hallway behind me as we run towards the classroom.

A/N: Hey guys! For those wondering, this is what their schedules look like. :)

1st-Biology
2nd-English
3rd-Algebra
Lunch
4th-Art
5th-Physical Education
6th-Chemistry
7th-History