Ark Academy

Closer

CLARKES POV

"Does that hurt?" I wince in pain as Bellamy cleans out my cut with hydrogen peroxide.

"Yes," I choke out, "of course it hurts, Bellamy," he adds pressure to suppress the bleeding and I could swear the corners of his mouth are lifting slightly, "what is so funny?! This hurts like hell!"

"Nothing's funny, princess," I wince at the nickname he gave me, "I'm just truly blown away by how stupid it was of you to go to a graveyard at night and bring my sister with you."

I roll my eyes, "Octavia was literally begging me to bring her, so if someone's to blame, it's her," he gives me a look of annoyance and just as he's about to say something I cut him off, "but no, you always have to blame me for something, don't you?"

"Because most of the time, princess, you are the one to blame."

"What are you talking about? There literally hasn't been one time when I've gotten Octavia in trouble or hurt her," I reply. I mean seriously, I guess I'm being blamed for being friendly with his sister. Bellamy rolls his eyes, ending the conversation.

Octavia is upstairs in her room talking to Lincoln over the phone about what just went down, leaving me alone with Bellamy. Knowing her, she probably did it on purpose, lord knows why.

"Ow!"

"Sorry, sorry," Bellamy apologizes when he realized he spilt the bottle of peroxide all over my still open cut. He tugs on my arm, bringing me closer to his face. I'm able to get a closer look on his face, his handsome, freckled face. He looks up at me for a second, and we just stare into each other's eyes. His eyes darken and then the second is up as he searches for something next to him. Picking up a towel, he starts to dry my arm off with incredible concentration. It's almost as if he's memorizing every detail of my arm. Weird, but somehow attractive. What am I saying? This is Bellamy.

I watch as he makes his way up my arm which was already dry two minutes ago. He's been at it for two minutes thinking about who knows what. There's something on his mind, and it doesn't take me long enough to notice the lack of enthusiasm in his eyes. "What's wrong, Bellamy?" He stops drying my arm and looks back up at me with the same dark eyes he had earlier.

"Well for starters, you could have gotten seriously hurt tonight," he gazes down at my arm, "worse than this," I smile at the fact that he's worried, but I can see that he's still holding something back when he goes back to "drying" my arm with the towel.

"What else?"

"I don't know, I've just had a lot on my mind lately-" he pauses when I take his hand in mine.

"Bellamy, if there's anyone other than your parents to take care of Octavia, it's you. Trust me, I should know. I've been fighting you off for weeks just to have a phone call with her," he laughs, a beautiful laugh. I never thought I'd enjoy Bellamy experiencing happiness as much as I do now.

"You always know the right thing to say," I stare in aw at the words he just spoke, "I mean, for the most part," he adds and my eyes narrow.

"I'll take what I can get," I say and he drops his gaze at the floor. Smiling, may I add. A genuine smile. Refreshing.

"Is there anything else you need?" Bellamy asks, standing up.

"No, I should be heading back to my house now. My aunt is going to be pissed," I roll my eyes at the thought, "and then she's going to see my arm and freak out, so yeah, I'm going to leave," I start exiting the room awkwardly only to enter again, "thank you by the way, for cleaning me up and everything..." he gives me one last nod and I drive home to my pissed off aunt.