My Brave Rebel: Book One (Bellarke)

Part 43

BELLAMY:

Well, shit. Privacy ranked zero, should be in the description of the camp. Seriously! I was standing there in all my very visible Glory as Jasper decided to walk in. I knew he had a respect for Clarke but I also knew he was way too particular to walk back like he hasn't seen a thing. On the contrary actually. It's like he was trying to make people curious about the way too loud voice.

"you need something?" I hissed through my teeth, giving him a death glare. Clarke looks so surprised to see Jasper, she didn't even know how to react. She just stared at him, confused, before her eyes made their way back at me.

"Looking good!" He said encouraging, totally ignoring my question. "I must say, I wasn't expecting this when I walked in, but I guess I got lucky today!" He said, his voice reeking a sarcasm in laughter.

When he was done laughing he turned to Clarke.

"No, actually I need to talk to you." He turn to me, hasitantly. "Alone."

I crossed her arms over my chest and raise my eyebrow.

"Now, why is that?" I asked him.

"Bellamy, just leave." She turned to me, annoyed that I was still trying to protect her, thought it was just Jasper. He would never hurt her. I knew that, so I walk slowly out of the tent, never leaving his eyes. To my surprise, he didn't Flinch by my intense stare. Guess he was used to my death stare every time he kissed Octavia. I didn't like that she was in a relationship with that guy, but I, and I quote have to "stay the fuck away from her love life".

CLARKE:

"What is it, Jasper?" I asked, once I knew Bellamy was gone and not stay outside eavesdropping.

"Eeeh, you have to swear not to tell Bellamy." He started, pacing back and forth nervously. I was getting nervous myself. This seemed serious.

"I promise! Now, what is it?" I asked and he stopped walking and he stopped walking and looked me directly in the eyes.

" it's Octavia. She told me not to tell you, but she hasn't been feeling very well lately."

" how? Are there any symptoms that she's sick?" I asked confused.

"Nauseous and she often has to sit down because she's tired."

"Where is she?"

" in the third floor of the Dropship."

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Octavia was lying down, napping. When she saw me entering behind Jasper, she gave him a loathed look.

"How are you feeling?" I asked her, while I knelt beside her.

"Fine!" She said chipper, right before she threw up on the floor.

"You were saying?" I said sarcastically. I examined her up and down. She was pale and was sweating heavily.

"I think you have the flu." I said. She nodded and I told her to stay in bed and rest till she felt better. They both nodded gratefully as I agreed not to tell Bellamy and I left them alone.

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"oh, you're up!" I said as up to barge into my tent. " if you don't look so good... You should go back to sleep." I told her. She was pale and sweating like yesterday.

"Clarke," she planted. "Its not the flu."

I looked at her confused. What the hell was she talking about?

She grabbed my wrist and drag me towards her so we were face-to-face, inches apart.

"Clarke, I think I'm pregnant!" She whispered hysterical and overly emotional as Tears start to form in the corner of her eye. I was stunned by her confession. I stared at her in shock. I didn't know what to do, and I always had a plan. Not all the time. Bellamy would freak. And Octavia look nowhere near to be a mother. As if there weren't enough bumps in the road already.