save me. :: bellamy blake [1]

chapter six

edited bitches
bailey's pov
Today, I had no particular job, most people were working on the wall and others were hunting or sorting the little food our camp had.
So I planned on being amongst the crowd that were staying at camp.

Until later on, when I found out, from Miller that I was given the duty from Bellamy, to patrol the drop ship. That isn't even a job.

I looked for him all over the camp until i saw him just about to exit the gates, that Clarke and Finn had left through a few minutes before.

"Bellamy! Why'd you post me on drop ship?" I yelled, marching up to him, we were alone in the drop ship on the second level, "That isn't even a job!" He sighed,

"Look just do as I say and stay put in the drop shi-"

"In the drop ship?" I cut him off, "okay what the fuck is going on, Bell? What aren't you telling me?" I asked, a little upset, that he didn't let me know about something. It was strange how comfortable I was with him, even after only knowing him for a little over 1 week.

"Nothing that should concern your pretty little head," he put on a fake smile. I quirked an eyebrow and he dropped the act,

"just don't worry, Lia," he said a bit more harshly,

"Well you don't sound very calm about it," I laughed dryly, his face just grew closer and angrier. I took a step back, worried about what could happen. His face didn't soften, it only grew.

"Listen, Bell, I-i'm gonna stay here, I just want to know why?" I pleaded but cautiously, making sure I didn't trigger any anger in him. Clearly it was already to late for that.

"Bailey, I'm telling you now to let it go," he said sternly. This boy wasn't going to tell me, really? I didn't want to have to, but maybe making him jealous will help my case.

"Then I guess I'll just go with Finn into the forest-" he grabbed my wrists angrily, and smirked sickly.

"You played your cards well, hun," Bellamy's spoke harshly, yet softly. He referred back to the nickname he gave me on the day we met, and I don't miss it. "Lucky for me, I still have a few left." I furrowed my eyebrows. "Miller, Richards, make sure Bailey doesn't leave second floor." Shit. Bellamy, strangely, placed his hand on my cheek, caressing it. I stared stupidly at him. He looked into my eyes, his soft side replacing his harsh one. He snapped out of it, as I groaned when the two boys entered and replaced Bellamy's position in the room.
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"So how long do I have to stay here?" I asked for the 40th time. I never knew how fun, annoying people was.
"Fuck! We told you, until Bellamy says otherwise," i laughed and paced back and forth,

"Sorry, I'm just bored." I retorted, the careless attitude noticeable in my voice. I sat cross legged in front of a straightly stood, Miller. Richards, the other guy that was here, left because he was bored. What the fuck? Why does he get to leave? No offence Bellamy, but your a massive bastard. (comment if you know the reference made)

"Can you please sit still?" Miller, tried to, order. Not very intimidating.
"Nah I'm right here." I nodded, winking.
"You're so annoying, why do we have to watch you anyway? Like seriously, this is ridiculous-" Nate was then cut off by the sounds of gunshots in the distance. We looked through the eye holes in the wall, we previously made for grounder watches.

"Nate?" I asked, straightening my back, my gaze not tearing away from the direction of the gunshots. Miller simply nodded, not acknowledging my usage of his first name. Either that or he really didn't care.
"Uh huh," he said quietly, also looking straight in front of him.

"What the fuck was that?" I asked, nervous for what he had in mind, though i feel it may be similar to what i'm thinking right now.

"That was Bellamy," he stared blankly.

My face grew red, realisation overtaking my mind. He had the audacity to lie to me? about this?
"he what?" I shouted sternly. My eyes meeting Miller's.

"Uh- Oh shit," he said, understanding he had told me what they were keeping me up here for m.

"That son of a bitch!" I yelled, bawling my fists. Miller stepped back,
"Bails, Bellamy must have done it for a reason," Miller tried to convince me, nice try Nate.

"Good effort, but i doubt it." I growled and when i least expected it, Miller handcuffed my left hand to a pole.
"Miller," I sweetly, but sickly, said, "uncuff me now!" I tried to intimidate him, but it didn't work. I pushed his with the one hand i had free, though Nate just stood back, her reflexes kicking in.

"Woah. Hold on!" I snapped my head to Bellamy's newly arrived one.

"Lia, stop fighting it," Bellamy said a smirk forming. He said trying to put my fists back to its original position, I flinched at his touch,m. A hurt expressions took over his face and i almost felt bad for him. almost. Miller, awkwardly, left the floor, leaving me and Bellamy alone

"W-what did i do?" he asked innocently and I scoffed.

"You think i'm dumb? Miller said that gun was you," He widened is eyes, and I nodded confirming my knowledge.

"Lia, Bailey," he corrected himself, realising he had really over used the nickname Lia,
"Bailey, listen. I knew you were gonna try and come if you knew. I didn't want you to end up hurt," Bellamy explained and his expression worrying me. Why did he look so panicked?

"Octavia' fine?" I asked pinching the bridge of my nose. Maybe Bellamy's sister is why he is worried.

"She's okay. But Raven isn't," He said sighing at the end. My ears perked at the sound of Raven being hurt. That's why he's concerned.

"Bell? Where is she?" I asked panicked, Bellamy once again sighed, this time, more as a groan.

"Downstairs, with Clarke, You should check up on her," and with that, I left him and his thoughts.