My Best Friends Brother -Bellarke

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"Are you serious, Clarke" Bellamy chases me down the hall as I rush ahead of him ripping down his football flyers. "Coach Pike isn't going to back down, you know."

"I guess we'll see about that, won't we?" I whirl around so quickly he almost slams into me.

"I don't get why you're so mad at me. It's not like I did anything." Bellamy just didn't seem to get it.

"See that's exactly point. You could've done something but you didn't. Why is it that the sports teams always seem to come before the arts?" I can't help but groan a little and continue moving down the hall.

"God just stop running." He grabs hold off my hand and pulls me close to him. "I'll talk to Pike but I'm telling you, I have a feeling nothing is going to change."

I smile up at him and thank him. "I'll see later though. Are we still going to that party tonight?" I can tell instantly from his facial expression that he forgot about it.

"Shoot I have practice after school..."

"no you know what it's fin-"

"No, no, no. I'll be there don't you worry." I don't believe him really but decide to give him the benefit of the doubt and continue on to find Octavia before lunch.

"Dang O, get in a street fight or something?" She stands at her locker as I grab a hold of one her bruised hands. The knuckles are split and black and blue.

She gives a laugh but shakes her head. "It was just dark last night when I was coming home and I ran into a wall" Another thing I have a hard time believing. What is with these two?

We get to lunch and see that there is a familiar face set up at our lunch table. "Look who decided to join us today!" Shouts Jasper cheerfully from across the table. Lexa gives one of her shy smiles.

"Glad to see you could make it" I say as I sit down and start to unpack my lunch.

"So what's the deal with the feud between you and Bellamy" Monty asks through a mouthful of macaroni.

"Well Bellamy said he would talk to Coach Pike about-" I'm cut off by a snicker from Lexa. "what's so funny?"

"That you actually think Pike would step down like that. Someone needs to get rid of that guy" Jasper turns to her.

"Well Miss Strategy what do you have in mind."

"Oh I have a few..."

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"It's got to go"

    Two men sat around a small wooden table in the back room of an abandoned convenience store. The room was dimly illuminated and the stale smell of cigarette smoke lofted in the air. The only other thing taking up the space was a large, metal, box-like structure. The one man was called Rob. He was massive in the way where people shift away their eyes when he walks past, afraid to make eye contact. His shirt was tattered at the sleeves like his muscles had burst out of them. His greasy hair was lacquered against his strangely small head. He ran his fingers around the rim of his newly empty glass.

"I know" Rob growled, his voice soft and gravelly.

The other man, who goes by the name of Dave (although no one is really sure if that's his name), pushed away from the table, clearly  frustrated. He starts pacing to and fro. Unlike Rob, Dave is short and scrawny but his head was wired differently than others. He can think quickly and his reflexes are fast but strength was not his forte.

"Let's just sell it! Get it out of our hands!" Dave's thick Boston accent jumbled some of the words together. He was now circling the objects, like a shark, hungrily scanning it up and down, thinking of all the money he could make. Rob's voice took him back to reality.

"Whatever you say, boss!" Rob too had a Boston accent.  Dave was still circling it, rubbing his rough hands over the smooth red sides. Rob clumsily stood up from the table, knocking over his glass in the process. He trudged across the room and only with a slight groan, lifted the object of interest onto a dolly. He looked back as he headed towards the truck and with a dumbfounded expression, yelled, "Hey boss! What's this thing called anyways?"

Rob thinks for moment. "Ah! I think it's called a phone booth!"

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It's weird how a mirror can be your best friend one minute and your worst enemy the next. I had gone to school that day feeling confident and beautiful as my mirror made my eyes shine bright and my hair look glossy and my outfit look stunning. During the day, I saw how maybe another girl's eyes shone just a little brighter and how did that girl get her hair so smooth? And why doesn't my outfit look as good on me as that girls looks on her? So, by the time I get home, the same person isn't looking back at me anymore and I wonder how my mirror could have lied to me like that.

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