It's A Short Story~~ Bellamy Blake

Chapter 11- Emergency Aid Depot 23

Clarke removed the pin out of Lincoln's hand. I didn't moved from my spot ever since she left. Octavia entered the third floor too. Clarke wanted to clean up the wound on the Grounder's hand, but he resisted. "Hey," Clarke tried, "look I need to clean this up." Not that it mattered what Clarke was saying, he kept resisting and struggling. "Here," Octavia spoke up and walked towards the Grounder, "let me try." She took the cloth out of Clarke's hand and started to clean up.
"I never wanted him to get hurt, Octavia." Clarke said.
"Yeah, but he got hurt," I said, "nothing to do about it. Our way was still the best way."
"And what did you find out with your way?" Octavia scoffed, not expecting an answer.
"His name is Lincoln." I replied.
"Anyways," Clarke rolled her eyes, "I just wanted to safe Finn."
"For the record," Octavia starred dryly, "you didn't save Finn, that was me. And Olivia, he probably told you his name to get you to stop kissing. It must have been very annoying and awkward for him. But whatever two wanna tell yourselves to feel better." Clarke and I exchanged a look and let Octavia alone with Lincoln, while she cleaned him up.

The storm had passed by. Clarke decided to stay with Finn in the Drop Ship. I went outside; it was a mess, including my tent. The only thing I could do about is trying to rebuild it. I started picking up the pieces of tent that had been thrown apart by the storm. "Need some help?" I recognized Bellamy's voice, while he pushed he body against my back.
"How much Moonshine have you drunk?" I laughed, while pushing him off.
"Does that mean: yes, Bellamy, please help. I'm a pretty girl that can't lift heavy pieces of wood." He said imitating my voice.
"One: yes I need help. Two: I do not sound like that. And as third: don't try to freakin' touch me every time I walk by."
"Do you like it?"
"Oh my God, Bellamy. Just help me lift the wood for my tent."

We finished most of the tent in a hour or two time. The only task left was placing the furniture inside. "Hey, we should check on the Grounder and finish this after or something." I said. Bellamy nodded as we walked towards the Drop Ship. Miller was talking to his parents over the radio. All delinquents at the chance to talk to their parent or guardian or best friend.
We sat down on the third floor, Lincoln was staring at the floor. His face covered in blood.
"What have I done?" Bellamy said, he too looked down.
"You?" I said grabbing his chin and making him look up, "the pin was my idea, electrocuting him was Raven's."
"Yeah, you're right. Making out didn't harm him though. Wanne try it again?"

I was about to give a sassy remark, when Miller opened the scuttle. "Did I interrupt something?" He asked, we both shook our heads, "I told the parents of the kids that died, that their kids-er- died."
"Thanks for doing that," Bellamy said, "I owe you."
"Oh, and Kane," Miller said, "It's your turn. Your father is asking for you." Bellamy and I exchanged a look.
"Are you sure?" He laid a hand on my thigh... which kinda turned me on; I wanted to make out with him right there.
"I need to talk to him sooner or later." I told Bell and removed his hand.

I climbed down the ladder and sat down in front of the small screen, my father appeared on it. "Hi dad." I said softly, trying as hard as I could to not look him in the eyes.
"Hello Olivia." He smiled weakly, "how are you?"
"Classic question. But I'm okay, I guess. Alive and that's a very good thing."
"I knew my daughter would survive."
"Well, I had some help." I replied.
"Help? From Clarke and Wells I guess."
"False. Clarke... didn't help a bit. And Wells died."
"Who helped you then? Did you make new friends?" He sounded stern and curious at the same time.
"I made new friends. One of them tried to kill a 12 year old after she killed Wells, he is banished now. The other one is our leader, I'm his second."
"Who is your leader?" His stern voice became more curious.
"Bellamy Blake."
"Blake?" The stern thing was back and the curiosity had disappeared, "we are looking everywhere for him. He shot-"
"Chancellor Jaha. Who is still alive, I know."
"Be careful with him, my little princess."
"I'm not little. It is actually quite funny that you've always called me princess. Bellamy calls me Queen or Queenie more then he says Olivia."
"Does he treat you like a Queen?"
"Depends on what situation we're in." I replied.
"Does he do things you don't like, Olivia?" His face was more stern then before.
"Oh my God, Dad! No. Just no." Something caught the corner of my eye. Bellamy stood there, smirking.
"Good, hit him if he does." My father replied.
"I will." I said, Bellamy widened his eyes, "are you just gonna stand there?" I asked him, "or do you need something?" He first pointed at me, I sighed deeply and rolled my eyes.
"Just passing by." Bell replied.
"Olivia, who is that?" My father asked.
"Just Bellamy," I answered, "actually, Bell. I am done in a minute. Can you get Clarke?" He nodded and walked out.
"You look like your mother, my princess... or Queen. She would have been so proud of you."
"Thanks, dad. But my time to talk is over." My father nodded as I walked out.
"Nothing you don't like, huh?" I was greeted by Bell.