In Hate, We Love

10. What Next?

"Clarke where have you be- what happened?" Wells cries coming to sit down opposite me at our usual chess table.

I said to meet him, after the incident with Murphy and Bellamy because i havent seen him since the dance! God the dance, it feels like that was weeks ago when in reality it was only two days ago.

Wells examines my very disgusting looking face. The doctor had showed it to me after he'd checked it and cleaned it. It is a greenish blue all up my right jaw and is also very swollen. It wasnt fully broken but would take some time to heal, there was nothing much he could do.

"Did Bellamy do that to you?" Wells asks in anger, his eyes flaring up.

I shake my head quickly, not wanting to speak but i do say "no" Quietly to inforce my answer. Wells sits back slightly.

"Then who did?" Wells asks.

"Murphy...but Bellamy stopped him" i say tiredly, getting dizzy just trying to speak. The doctor gave me plenty of pain killers but moving my jaw on the right side is very difficult.

"He did?" Wells says confused but i cant be bothered to explain everything to him about Bellamy, i dont really know what to say about it anyway.

"White goes first" i say, nodding at the board, my black pieces stood, still and waiting.

Wells nods "sorry yeah, dont talk" he says, turning to the chess board and pushing a piece foward.

***

My mum freaks out when i get home for dinner, she is sat there waiting when i get in.

"Jackson told me you'd been to medical, a fractured jaw? What happened?" She exclaimes, sober unlike the last time i saw her.

"I just got knocked against the walls, busy crowd" i murmur, hoping she can understand the almost inaudible slur that comes from my mouth.

"Oh well careful Clarke dont strain yourself, dinner is just cooking" she says worriedly and i almost feel glad im injured, it will give her something to focus on other than Dad, someone to fuss over and care for.

I sleep grumpily on my left side when night comes, having just taken another dose of painkillers for my jaw, the only feeling that remains on my right cheek is the soft fizz against my skin that was left by Bellamy's fingers.

***
The week passes slowly, classes are boring and i can't ask questions, to everyone else's delight.

Wells doesnt stop saying how much he hates Finn, well he doesnt stop talking really! All conversations have become incredibly one sided and i dont like it.

I still avoid Finn, who has seemed less interested in finding me since we spoke at that dinner. It still hurts to think about it, so i dont.

"So, whats going on with you and Bellamy?" Wells says as we sit at our chess table, the room busier and noisier than normal.

I frown at him, "what do you mean?"

"I mean, you guys havent argued all week, and Bellamy doesnt throw those horrid notes at you anymore in Earth Skills" Wells points out.

This is true, I havent even spoken to him since he left me stood outside medical and apologised.

"Yesterday i turned around and saw Murphy whisper something to him, looking and sniggering at you and Bellamy actually hit him on the head!" Wells exclaims, focused on the chess board as he speaks.

I smile crookedly, unable to help it. He did that?

"Yeah he, apologised last week for...well for everything. I dont really know where we go from here" i say as Wells finishes his turn.

Wells gives me a quizzical look that i ignore and he says "well you keep away from him, thats where you go from here! He may have apologised but, after all he did?"

"Its not just that...he...he" i cant tell him about the dance! And i dont want to bring up the situation about Finn or the conversation i had with Bellamy after and i dont want to talk about how Bellamy had seen me sat outside my dads room...although Bellamy didnt know who was in there, he knows something and i have a feeling that Wells wont like that.

"Something's different, i dont want to explain, my jaw is killing" i lie, its actually getting better, still painful most of the time but right now it just feels numb, which isnt ideal but is better than the alternative.

Wells nods and goes silent, he looks disbelieving but i dont care, he's not asking questions so im happy.

The less questions im asked, the less i have to think about what happens next between Bellamy and I, or how we adress one another or...just what happens next? Yeah, the less questions asked, the better.

AN: Where do y'all want/think their relationship will go next?