Not All Fun and Games

Chapter 55

Bellamy's sitting on the couch, and he looks at me when I walk into the house.
"I'm tired," I say simply and head back to bed.
He follows me, watching me quietly as I remove my jacket and head to the bathroom to splash some water in my face.
"Clarke..."
"What?" I ask, not looking at him.
"I'm sorry."
I yawn tiredly. "We'll talk about it tomorrow."
"I want to talk about it now," he argues.
"Well you'll have to wait," I say, getting under the covers.
He runs his hand through his hair. "You're being kind of immature."
"Bellamy, I'm going to bed. I don't have the energy to argue with you right now."
"Fine," he huffs, and practically stomps out of the room.
"And you think I'm immature?" I shout. I hear the front door of the house slam, and then everything is quiet.
Did he really leave? Where's he going?
"Whatever," I mumble, pulling the covers over my head and closing my eyes.

***

Bellamy's P.O.V.

I didn't really think this through, I think to myself, looking around. Where can I go now? I'm not going back in there. I do have some pride.
I could go back to Jasper and Monty's and crash there, but after the way I talked to them, I'm not really in the place to ask for favours. Plus, Octavia might be there, and I'm sure she'd rather not see me right now.
"Bellamy?" I hear a voice say from behind me.
"Hey," I say, waving to the familiar brunette. What's her name again?
"What are you doing out here so late?"
"Couldn't sleep," I lie, and she nods.
"Me neither."
Chloe, I remember her name as the memories of kissing her that drunken night come flooding back.
"Want to walk around for a bit?" she asks.
"Sure." I can't think of anything else to do.
We walk in a circle around the tower. There are rows of tables surrounding it, covered in different things. Some have food on them, some have clothes, and others have kitchen equipment such as pots and utensils. It must be the grounders' version of a market.
"They just assume no one will try to steal anything?" ponders Chloe.
"I guess," I shrug. "There's probably some kind of death penalty for anyone who does. So you better step away from that bag of peaches."
She laughs. "I'm starting to get kind of tired. Wanna head back?"
"Yeah. I'm getting tired too," I agree and we make our way back to the cluster of cabins, making small talk on the way.
When we get to her cabin, which is just a few houses down from Clarke's and mine, I stop at her door.
"Do you wanna come inside?" she offers. I think for a moment before accepting. I have to go somewhere. Why not here?
Because Clarke is going to kill you, a voice in my head reminds me, but I just roll my eyes and step into Chloe's house. It's identical to ours, except it has an extra room. She must be sharing it with two other people.
"Do you want anything?"
"Do you have anything?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course! You get to choose from our vast selection of warm water," she says and I chuckle.
"Tempting, but I'll pass."
"Well, if you want to get some rest, you can share my room. My two friends are sharing the other room,"
I nod and follow her into the room.
I hesitate when I see that there's only one bed, just like the one Clarke and I have. But my exhaustion takes over my thoughts and I start to take off my jacket.
I sit on the edge of the bed. "Thanks for having me over. The truth is, Clarke and I had a fight tonight. That's why I left." I decide I may as well tell her the truth.
"That's too bad," she frowns. She sits next to me and places a hand on my back. "You know, I wouldn't fight with you." She rubs circles on my back comfortingly. I don't say anything, I just look at her eyes. They're a deep, warm brown.
Her hands slide down my back and she pulls off my shirt in a swift motion.
She leans in, her lips slightly parted. Our noses just barely touch before I pull away. "Sorry, I can't do this. Clarke and I aren't over, we just had a fight." I don't look at her, I feel too guilty.
"I'm sorry," she says, scooting further away from me.
"No, it's my fault." I stand up and pull my jacket on.
"Bellamy, you can still stay here," she offers. "To sleep. If you're tired."
I hesitate. I am really tired, and I don't want to wake Clarke at this time.
"Okay, but I'll take the couch," I reply and she nods.
"Take this," she says, tossing me her sleeping bag.
I thank her and walk through the kitchen to the living room, laying the sleeping bad on the couch and slipping into it.
In a moment, I'm asleep.

I wake up once again to the sound of that damn horn. It takes me a second to realize where I am, and another second to begin to panic.
Clarke's probably awake now.
I jump out of the sleeping back and try to roll it up as quickly as possible, giving up after a few seconds and leaving it in a ball on the couch.
Shit, I left my shirt in Chloe's room. I can't barge into her room while she's asleep, and I don't have much time. I'll just pick it up later.
I creep out of the house, closing the door quietly behind me. People are already shuffling towards the centre of the small village. I don't see Clarke.
Being as quiet as possible, I open the door to our house and slip inside. I hear footsteps from the bedroom. Panicking, I jump onto the couch and close my eyes, acting as if I were asleep.
I hear the bedroom door open. "Bellamy?"
I smile at her tired voice, sitting up and meeting her gaze.
"Hey," I fake a yawn. I walk towards her and wrap her into a hug.
"So you're not mad anymore?" she asks, pulling away and raising an eyebrow at me.
"I'm so sorry I was a dick," I tell her sincerely. After what almost happened last night, all my frustration towards Clarke has been replaced by guilt.
She seems to stop and think for a minute, and then she smiles at me. "Well anyway, we have to get going or we'll miss breakfast. But we still have to talk later."
I nod and we head outside.
The two of us sit at the same table as last night, but only Jasper and Monty are there. No Octavia. She must be with that Lincoln guy, I think to myself and I feel my jaw clench in anger. I stare down at my food, silently telling myself to calm down.
"Is something wrong?"
I look up to see Chloe, a fake look of concern on her face. My breath hitches in my throat. I can see Clarke's confused expression from the corner of my eye.
"No," I reply stiffly. With my eyes, I try to plead with her to go away but she doesn't seem to get it.
"Okay..." she says and I think she's about to leave when she holds out a black shirt. "Anyway, you left this in my room last night. I thought I'd return it."
Her arm is still extended but I don't take the shirt. I sit still, not knowing what to do as Clarke turns to look at me.
Chloe drops the shirt in my lap. "Well have a nice day!" she says cheerily. Before she turns around and walks away, I see a smug smirk flash across her face.

A/N
So Chloe's sort of an evil bitch😋 (sorry Chlo.)
Anyway, I'd love to know who your favourite characters are! It can be anyone in my book. I think I already know Kaytee's😏.
-Haley