Ark Academy

Flares

CLARKE'S POV
I wish Bellamy would stop being so stubborn and realize that he could use some support and comfort—that's all I'm trying to provide. Or at least that's what I thought until I hugged him. Having his arms around me felt so much more....intimate than it should have been. I'm surprised he allowed me to hug him, let alone touch him.

All I know is he's still not up for the whole 'Octavia and Clarke being best friends' thing. My phone starts to ring and I pick it up, "hello?"

"Oh hey, sorry about Bell. He's just extra-overprotective now. It's a mouth-load, I know," Octavia says.

"It's okay, really. You need your time anyways. You know, to grieve."

"Well I was wondering if you could visit me tonight when I go to my mom's grave." I pause. She's already asking me to visit her mothers grave who only died a week ago. This would be too much for her. I thought to myself for a second.

"Are you sure you want to do that? Wouldn't you want to just go with Bellamy?" I ask.

"I'm sick of Bellamy smothering me. I need you, Clarke. We haven't been there for each other, lately. Heck, I don't even know what has been going on in your life this past week."

"Does it matter, Octavia? Your mom passed away. That's where all focus should remain," I reply.

"Exactly. And I want to visit her tonight, so can you please come with me?" Octavia begs.

"I'd never turn the offer down, but you do know that if Bellamy finds out he'll kill me and lock you away forever, right?" I can practically hear her nod through the phone, "okay. I'll pick you up at 8."

"Okay. Thank you, C," she hangs up before I can change my mind. Im going to regret this, I think to myself.

—
It's 8 PM when I arrive outside of Octavia house and she immediately sneaks out with a bouquet of flowers. She opens the door to my car and acknowledges the same exact bouquet that I bought. "How thoughtful," she smiles sadly at me.

We approach the gates of the graveyard when it starts to get dark outside. Octavia pulls out her flashlight and hands me her extra. We exit the car and she leads me to her mom's grave. Covered in superfluous amounts of bouquets, the grave stood above all the others. You could see it from a mile away and just by witnessing the grave before me, I can tell that Ms. Blake was loved by many. We drop our flowers in front of the grave and Octavia begins to speak.

"Another crappy day without you, mom," she starts, "not the worst, but I don't see how things are going to get any better from here. I need you," she starts to cry, "I need you so much right now," she falls to her knees and I catch her, allowing her to sob on my shoulders.

"It's gonna be okay, Octavia," I reassure her, "you're going to be okay," I look around the graveyard to see if anyone is there when a loud thud sounds the area. Octavia and I both shudder and locate where the noise is coming from, a grave near by. No, it's not some zombie climbing out of grave, but it's someone—

"Jackpot!" We hear the person shout, a mans voice. Worried, Octavia suggests we hide behind a large grave and wait for the suspicious being to leave. He makes his way towards us, towards the graves near us and It's clear to me what he is doing.

I look to Octavia who is clueless, "grave robber," I assume. I really don't need to, though, when I see the diamond necklace he's dangling on his dirty wrists. He makes his way closer and closer to us and when he gets to Ms. Blake's grave, I sense Octavia about to pounce.
Quickly. I shiver her down urging her to stop before he kills us... or worse. We watch him beginning to dig. Octavia looks away while I take my phone out to text Bellamy. There was no point in calling 911 if the man can hear me, so I text Bellamy to do it for us. I know he will. I unlock my phone, and before I can text him, he's sent tons of texts asking where we were. Oh god, he's never going to trust me after this. My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of my phones ringtone. Bellamy. I throw my phone as far away from me as possible hoping that the man will think we're over there. He didn't...and he made direct eye contact with Octavia.

"I'm sorry, ladies. I didn't know I had an audience," he smirks.

"You can have what you want. Just leave us alone," Octavia says and I mentally face palm. This isn't some movie where the guy is going to take all of our riches and leave. He's going to do much worse and I can tell as he steps closer towards Octavia.

"Back off," I say stepping in front of her. He pulls out a knife and Octavia grabs my arms attempting to tug me away, "we don't want trouble."

"Neither do I, sweetheart, but you can't expect me to trust you." He says taking another step.

"I said stay away," my voice cracks as I start to panic.

Octavia earns the strength to tug me away right as he swings his knife.

"Sir, please. Put the knife down," Octavia suggests and just as he almost stabs her, I shove Octavia out of the way, letting the knife cut my upper right arm. Deep. He takes another lunge and just as he's about to end me, Octavia jumps out of where I shoved her and kicks him straight in the balls, throwing him right into one of the graves he so greedily dug out. She grabs me and throws me into the direction of my car and I drive onto the road as she dials the police.

"Yeah, were okay. Thank you," Octavia ends her call and we sit in silence, "I can't believe he almost dug up my mother's–" Octavia looks at my arm. "Oh my god, Clarke! How did I not see that?"

I look down at the giant slice in my arm and wince at the pain it's causing. "I need to clean it up." Blood is oozing everywhere and dripping all over the leather seats.

"Okay, you need to come inside with me," she says as I pull into her driveway. I nod, not wanting my cut to get infected and approach the front steps holding onto my bleeding arm. As soon as the door slams closed, Bellamy can be heard form across the house.

"Where the hell have you been Octavia?! I've been worried sick! I—" he stops when he sees my wound. "Holy shit, Clarke. Whose bad side did you get on tonight?"

"A grave robber attacked us," Octavia answers warily.

"You went to see mom? At this hour?!" He ignores the answer, but pauses when he gets his priorities straight, beginning with me. "Sit down," he gestures towards the sofa and I obey. He walks to the bathroom to retrieve the antiseptic.

A/N:
Yes, you're thinking correctly. Bellamys gonna take care of Clarke next part and vice-versa. Physically and mentally. BELLARKE.