My Brave Rebel: Book One (Bellarke)

Part 16

CLARKE:

Leaving Bellamy with Octavia that day felt great. He really did deserve it after everything. I still laugh of the picture in my head, where he tried to explain the situation to her.

The sun was weakening for the day, leaving a perfect light. Not to bright, not to dark.

"Hey, Clarke! Wait up!" I heard behind me. I turned to find Octavia running up to me. Oh, shit. I have no idea what Bellamy told her, or what I was going to say.

"Hey...O.." I awkwardly greeted.

"Oh, don't worry. I promised Bellamy to keep shut. Your​ forbidden relationship is safe with me."

"Right..., So what's up?" I asked.

"It's not really a question. Bellamy just wanted me to inform you that there would be a celebration tonight." She grinned

"Why couldn't he tell me?" I confusedly asked.

"I don't know... To temped to kiss you, to much contact in front of the others? I really don't know, and I don't really care. Have you seen Jasper?" She asked as she turned her head around, looking for the boy she shared a relationship with. When her eyes found him, she just said "see you later" and ran towards him, away from me. My eyes followed her all the way. When she got to him, she threw herself in his arms, kissing him in front of everybody. I wish I had that... Someone to show off. It seemed nice. Instead all I got was a secret, sexy, sensual love affair with Bellamy Blake, which wasn't that bad actually. And speaking of the devil...

"Princess" he said professionally as he walked past me.

"King" I relied, with a smile that were hiding something.

He couldn't help smiling before he walked away. And I couldn't​ stop smiling. He was beautiful. He had his flaws, but who didn't? He had saved more lives down here than anyone else. He was more of a saint, than a sinner. He was my saint.

BELLAMY:

"Bellamy!" A random girl yelled. One I'd never really seen before. She was tall, brunette and shaped like a stick.

We should go somewhere," she started flirty, stumbled a little, clearly wasted. The celebration kicked off right away and everybody seemed to have fun. Some, too much fun. Then​ the girl continued, after hanging her hands around my neck, "alone."

"I don't think so!" I answered, removing her arm.

"Oh, come on Bell! Have fun with me!"

"No thanks. I'm fine!"

"Yes. You. Are." She pressed her​ lips to mine. I backed away from her, turned around and walked away. I directed my head towards the laughing crowd and there she was. Clarke. Looking a little tipsy. And hot, as always. Shaped like a woman more my style. With curves and edges. Flawless.

"Clarke." I said as I made my way to her.

"Bellamy." She smiled at me, like nothing in the world was wrong.

"Are you okay?" I asked worried.

"I'm great! You should try one of these!" She suggested, pointing at her cup.

"Yeah... maybe! How many have you had?" I smirked.

"Enough to have fun. Yet, not to wasted to forget that you just pushed a beautiful girl away."

"Didn't feel like missing the party."

Yeah, I'm sure that's why.." she smirked.

"It is!" I insisted. "Who would want to miss this?"

"I do! But I guess I got to find someone else then!"

I could feel my face getting weird. But I refused to let her win the game we were constantly playing.

"I guess you do.." I sighed, totally uneffected.

Clarke turned around, eyeing the place. Then she pointed at a guy standing with the bonfire, with a cup in his hand. Perfectly tall, reasonable good looking guy.

"How about that one?" She asked me, challenging, waiting for me to back down and come with her instead. She would never go with someone she didn't know anything. That's just not who she is.

"Perfect." I answered dry. And to my surprice, she walked towards him, talked to him for a second and then whispered something in his ear. She gave me a last senual, challenging look, before they both disappeared into the dropship. I never thought she would go this far, and I started to worry. I may not say it out loud, but Clarke is my territory. I would never want her with anybody else and the thought of it, made me sick.

Seconds later I find myself barging in the dropship, finding Clarke lent to the wall, and the guy standing in front of her, both of them smiling.

I grabbed the boy's shirt and asked him to leave. I must have looked pretty serious because he didn't hasitate.

"What was that for?!" Clarke complained, like she was actually about to get with that guy.

"Oh, shut up, Princess" I said as I pressed her against the wall, covering her mouth with mine. We moved our body's perfectly together, never leaving each others lips. When we finally broke for air, Clarke managed to say "you're missing the party" then she covered her lips with mine again.

"You are the party, Princess" I managed to groan against her lips.

I reached the bottom of my shirt and ripped it off me in one swipe. Then I went for hers and she helped me get it over her head.

She jumped and I lifted her and she was suddenly around my waist. I carried her a away from the wall, looking for somewhere to lay her down, when I suddenly stumbled over a bucket, causing us to fall through the paracute that was covering the dropship opening. We both fell out of it, into the main square, Clarke on top of me. She looked down at me surprised and embarrassed, before she lifted her eyes to all the people who now were all quiet and looking at us startled. Oh, fuck! This is just great. We're both half naked, on top of each other, looking really guilty + Clarke looked like she was about to faint of humiliation. This one will be hard to explain. Secret relationship my ass.