My Brave Rebel: Book One (Bellarke)

Part 12

CLARKE:

I walked at least 5 steps behind him, but close enough so he could here that I followed. Truth was, I didn't want him to turn and see how I'd cried and that and that it was totally obvious. I should hate him, but I didn't want to. I needed him. I thought he needed me. I'm useless. I'm worthless. Nobody needs me. Bellamy doesn't need me. I wanted him to need me. And without noticing it at first, I had stopped walking, causing Bellamy to turn around, making sure I was still there. He still cared if I followed, doesn't that mean something?

"Why are you stopping?" He irritatedly wanted to know.

"I don't believe it Bellamy," I started calmly. "I don't believe your crappy lies! How about you try something new for a change? Let's see....the truth, maybe?" I raised my voice just like music does. Starts slow and quiet, then there's the big exposition​ of tones and emotions.

"What do you want, Clarke?! I told you the truth already! You just can't handle it!" He said, walking closer towards me.

"BULLSHIT! I can handle it! But you're lying! So I don't have to!"

"I. DON'T. WANT. YOU!"

"Really? Cause it sounds like you're trying to convince yourself more than me." I closed the space between us. "What is it that you're so afraid of?" I whispered softly and gased up at him. For a second I swear to God we we're real, but then he locked up the spark in his eyes and turned around.

BELLAMY:

We were close to camp, so I stopped and turned around to face Clarke one last time. I couldn't take hurting her more but I knew it was for the best. For her own safety. But before I could even open my mouth to say something, she crashed in me. Pushing her lips against mine, demanding me to feel her. And I did. But before I could even begin to place my hand on her, she jerked back and took a step back.

"Didn't feel anything, huh?" She smirked at me because she knew the truth, but I could still see that she was deeply hurt and didn't forgive anything I had said to her. She just needed proof.

"Clarke,"

"Don't!"

She starts to walk and was about to walk past me when I took a step to the side so we stood face to face. She looked up at me with blue, shiny, beautiful angel eyes and I knew that if there were a heaven up there, all angels would look like her. When I didn't say anything, she turned, not willing to let me see her cry.

"You know what," she began, not turning to face me before she continued, "I am so...done. Everything​ you shitheads ever do, is leave whenever it's convenient for you. Not caring if it hurts somebody else." She paused for a second and then, "I turned to you, Bell. I looked to you when I was blind. I trusted you with everything I had. And you threw it away like it was nothi..." Her voice died out. She didn't make any noise. Just let the tears stream down her face in silence. I ached to brush them away, and make everything better, but I told myself it was for the best. She didn't care if I saw her cry anymore. She let herself be true for once. And I felt like the biggest douchebag in the world for not being real with her. She didn't finish the sentence. She just pushed my body to the side and walked towards the gate, with her head held high, ready to be the princess she was.

"I have enough people in my life lying to me, Bellamy. I really don't need you too." She said like a whisper before she banged the gates, yelling for them to let us in.