Ark Academy

One Step At a Time

CLARKES POV

Knock. Knock.

I rush to the open the door and find pleasure in seeing Bellamy on the other side. "Princess," he greets me.

"You just left my house a couple of hours ago. What could you possibly want now?" I ask amused.

"I just figured that since Octavia couldn't hang out with you today maybe I could take her place."

I chuckle. Bellamy really has changed. He used to be so distant, uncaring, and complicated. He's really one of the only people I look forward to seeing these days.

Most of the bruises on my arms and wrists have faded, but I still have this one scar on the right side of my hip that looks like a waffle. Maybe it's a sign that I should eat more waffles or some weird shit.

Whenever I touch the bruise, my body involuntarily shifts because of the pain I get. It's probably not okay to still feel so much pain, but I won't tell anyone because they've worried enough. Especially Bellamy and Aunt Sara.

Once Bellamy and I are settled on the couch and start to watch this really great show he's recommended called The 100 (A/N: bellarke for life), I notice that he's been stealing glances at me.

After a couple minutes of Bellamy glancing at me, I've had enough. "What, Bellamy?"

"Oh, nothing. You just seem happier than the usual," he replies. I smile at his acknowledgement. I feel like he can see right through me.

"That's because I feel safe when I'm with you. I don't know how, considering you've been a dick since I met you, but....I do. And right now, feeling safe is all of the comfort I need." It's the truth. Ever since Bellamy held me and reassured me that everything was going to be alright, I felt this safeness and protection that I haven't felt since my dad.

I miss him so much. He's probably moping in some hotel room about how my mother cheated on him for a couple months with some freak. I don't want to think about this right now.

Bellamy simply smiled, nodded, and looked down. And I don't know if it was just me, but I can swear there's a tint to his cheeks and I have to say, I feel a tad bit satisfied.

"I hope you know that you should always feel safe around me. I'd never violently lay a hand on you. Never," he says. My heart flutters at the wording he'd used. Not "violently", but maybe he'd lay a hand on me in an other way? Oh god, my mind is taking me places it shouldn't be going.

I nodded my head understanding. We continue to watch the show and when we reach episode 8 of season 1, Bellamy throws an arm around my shoulder and I slowly mold into his chest.

I couldn't be catching feelings for him. No way. Bellamy was such a jerk when I met him.

But...

People change. Clearly Bellamy has and he seems like such a like-able guy right now. I won't admit to anything just yet. Besides, he probably just pity's me. I'm over analyzing the little things he's been saying and doing. I should just wait and see how things lead us.

"You should get going," I say to Bellamy when we finished the entirety of season 1.

For the most part, I was actually paying attention to the action-packed show, but there were always those little moments when Bellamy would nudge his face into the crook of my neck or when I accidentally got popcorn in my hair and he would pull it out while brushing the hair out of my face. Or just those simple, heartwarming moments when I would just catch him staring at me and he'd look away immediately.

It's hard to believe how much Bellamy has changed so quickly within a couple of weeks.

"No. I could stay. You know, to make sure you're okay or to keep you company," he suggests with a smirk.

"Stop worrying," I laugh. "My Aunt Sara will be here soon," I tell him.

"Then I'll just wait until she comes home," he readjusts himself on the couch, wrapping his arm tighter around me. Id normally be uncomfortable in this position because of what happened a couple weeks earlier, but here in Bellamys arms, I feel happy for once.

A searing pain shoots through my body and I jolt upwards and off the couch when he skims my bruise.

"Ow!"

"What?! What's wrong?" Bellamy worries. I wrap my arms around the scar, hiding my hip from view.

"Um....uh, nothing, I-"

"What's wrong with your hip?" Bellamy interrupts. When I don't answer he abruptly pulls me towards him and lifts up my shirt to be greeted with a waffle-looking black and blue mark on my body.

Bellamys face turns soft when he sees the bruise.

"Clarke, what the hell is this?" Bellamy glides his fingers over the right side of my hip lightly and I wince at the cold contact of his fingertips. Clearly he's afraid to press hard on it because he automatically knows that this was the cause of my pain.

"It's still healing," I answer. He looks up at me seriously.

"It should have healed already. Why didn't you tell me about this? That you were still hurting?" he starts to get mad.

"I'll always be hurting," I frown. He presses his fingers lightly on the mark.

"Does this hurt?" he asks. I nod my head 'no', so he moves and presses his fingers higher. "What about this?" I nod 'no' again. The second he touches the highest point of my bruise I jump away in a spasmodic manner. "Come here," he opens his arms and lifts the blanket.

I slowly make my way onto the couch and under the blanket. "I should have told you. Or at least Aunt Sara."

"It's okay, don't worry. We will figure it out," he says wrapping his arm lightly around my waist, "you'd should tell your Aunt though."

At some time around 11pm, my Aunt called in to tell me she'd be working a night shift, so Bellamy and I ended up falling asleep on separate sides of the couch.

A/N: I hope this isn't moving too fast!
Here are some things you should be looking forward too:
• Abby/Jake/Marcus plot is coming in soon

•more Linctavia

•Bellamys POV

•love interest for Aunt Sara? Try and guess who it is! (obviously someone from the show!)