Ark Academy

Pacify Her

CLARKES POV

Bellamy arrives at my house less than ten minutes later. "What's wrong, princess?" he asks while he's sitting on the couch.

His question is answered when my mom walks into the room with an empty box of tissues slipping from her grasp. He stands up off of the couch immediately holding a hand out out to her.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Ms. Griffin, I'm Bellamy Blake," he introduces himself respectfully.

My mom's jaw drops. "As in Aurora Blake's son?"

Bellamy hesitates to answer "yes" but I can see the way his eyes begin to droop low. "But she-,"

"Wow," my mom interrupts him, her eyes widening in disbelief. "She was my best friend in high school. We go way back," she smiles, almost as if she's finding a patch of hope in such a cruel world. Bellamy and I lock gazes for a second while contemplating how to break the news.

"Uhm," I cough awkwardly. "Mom-,"

"How is she doing? I mean she must be doing pretty well if she has a what, 17-18 year old son, huh?"

"She's dead," Bellamy says briefly in monotone. The room goes completely silent and I watch as my moms gaze moves from mine to Bellamy's, trying to comprehend what he'd just told her.

My mom shuts her eyes tight and furrows her eyebrows, almost like she's trying to wake up from a horrible nightmare.

Same, mom. Same.

"Oh no," she chokes. "Oh god, no." She looks up trying to hold the tears in her eyes.

"Yeah...." I reply, still scrutinizing the detailing in our wooden floors.

She looks at Bellamy and walks carefully towards him and places a hand on his shoulder. "I am so very sorry about your loss. She's always with you. She will always be with you," she says softly and then goes to leave the room while picking up a full box of Kleenex tissues.

Another round for mom.

Bellamy and I stay silent while listening to the sound of a door closing shit upstairs.

He breaks the silence first. "So your mom's here, huh? You haven't told me much about her."

"There's not much to say." We both knew that wasn't true—I called him over for a reason. I needed this to be one of those times where he just chooses to hug me naturally without me having to imitate it or ask.

I stop stressing when a pair of arms wrap themselves tightly around my waist from behind and a face nuzzles deeply into my neck.

I just cry. He picks me up off the ground to lay me on the couch while he tightened his embrace.

My last couple of months of my life have just been explained to me and it's so overwhelming. It feels like the walls are caving in around me, but because Bellamy is holding me, I feel protected. I feel so safe with him.

I cry in his arms for about half an hour while he whispers that everything will be okay into my hair while running circles into my spine.

Do you have those times when you just need to cry? Even if it's for no reason? This is one of those times for me.

After some time, Bellamy ends up spooning me on the couch and I've cried so much that no tears can come out.

"So...Echo, huh?" I ask changing the topic to something more sensitive. To me, at least.

"What about her?" Bellamy's eyebrows furrow.

"You two are together," I answer in a "duh" tone. His eyes widen in shock and he starts to choke on his laughter. He picks up a strand and twirls it around his finger while using his other hand to wipe a tear off of my cheek.

"Oh, princess. You crack me up," he sighs happily.

I glare at him. "What's so funny, Bell?"

He lets go of my hair and starts playing with my fingers that rest over my belly button.

"Echo and I? Pffft...not together," he replies, examining the way our fingers look brushing up against each other.

I look up so fast that I get whiplash. "WHAT."

"ECHO. ME. NO," he summarizes with a laugh. "There's no need to be jealous, princess," he smirks.

"B-but....she picked up your phone.....said you were in the shower...." I try to put the pieces together.

"So that's where my phone is...," he says. "What is up with all of these girls trying to steal my things?" He chuckles. "Maybe you should be jealous, you've got a lot of competition," he lets go of my hand to brush a strand of hair out of my face. "You know, you're really adorable when you're confused about something and you furrow your eyebrows like that. So fucking cute," he sighs.

I blush so hard that I have to sit up and put myself back together before he can see how much he affects me. I cool myself down before laying back down on him while saying, "I get that a lot," I sniffle.

"Oh, really now?" He raises his eyebrows, trying to hold back a laugh.

"Really," I lie, throwing him a challenging look. Pffft.....AS IF. Only in a parallel universe would a guy call me 'cute' or 'adorable'.

Only Bellamy. Only he could affect me this much.

"I wouldn't doubt it," he adds, leaving me hot and bothered.

We lay on the couch and decide to start Season 2 of The 100.

A/N:
I loved writing this chapter. LOVED. And yes, the title is Melanie af.