Hard Times

Chapter 4

Bellamys POV
As I sat in detention I found myself thinking about Clarke. I couldn't believe that badass girl at lunch was her. I mean of course I was proud that she could stand up for herself now but I also missed the old Clarke.

I was going to miss her nerdy clothes and glasses that were too big for her face. I was dozing off thinking about her when someone tapped on my shoulder bringing me back into the real world. It was, Clarke.

"Is anyone sitting here?" she asked rolling her eyes. I looked around the room and saw that every other seat was taken besides the one next to mine. "No" I said. She sat down and got out her notebook.

We sat there in silence, I could tell she was trying to ignore me. I didn't blame her though, I had been such a dick to her. I had to make things right between us. I looked over at her. She was drawing space I blinked in amazement.

"Wow Clarke you are an amazing artist." She rotated her head to look at me, and she didn't look thrilled about my comment. "Bellamy don't even try to be nice, I don't care." She turned back to her drawing and we stopped talking. The rest of detention was silent.

When the detention bell rung Clarke put her notebook back in her backpack and got out of her seat. As she walked away I decided I needed to fix this right now.

I lightly grabbed her wrist to stop her from walking. She flinched "Bellamy don't fucking touch me!" I quickly put my hand down.

"Clarke I'm really sorry for everything I did to you and I know that doesn't make what I did to you for years right and you will probably never forgive me but I truly am sorry." She stared at me with such anger in her eyes.

"I will never forgive you Bellamy Blake, you ruined my life. That girl you used to know is dead and you're the reason." She ran out of the door.

I followed her out of the classroom. Then I watched her put in her earbuds and start walking across the street to get to the other side of the sidewalk when a car came speeding down the street at full force.

I yelled at her to move out of the way but she couldn't hear me. The car was seconds away from hitting her when I ran to her and pushed her away from the car causing her to fall. The driver of the car finally saw me but when he tried to hit the brakes it was too late and I hit the car window causing it to crack, then I rolled off of the car and fell on the ground.

Clarkes POV
Someone pushed me and I fell down for the third time today. Honestly, I needed to learn how to balance myself so I wouldn't fall on my ass every two seconds anymore.

I got up and saw that my knees were bleeding. "Seriously, who the hell pushed me?!" I yelled. I turned around when I heard a loud thud behind me. That's when I saw Bellamy lying on the floor with blood spilling out of his mouth.

I screamed for someone to call 911 and took out my earbuds. I yelled at the driver of the car who had been complaining about the crack on his window and I knelt down next to Bellamy. He asked me to hold his hand and I did, it was cold. I wasn't going to ask if he was ok because it was clear he wasn't.

"Bellamy, what the hell were you thinking. Why would you risk your life to save mine?  You're so stupid." For some odd reason while I yelled at him he was smiling. He literally just got hit by a car and was bleeding out from his right arm and was smiling.

"Clarke like I said before I'm so sorry for how I treated you last year I was a dick, and I know I don't deserve this but can you please do me a favor." I started to cry realizing he might die. "Yes anything." He weakly wiped the tears off my cheek. Forgive me..."

"Of course I forgive you and when you get better, which you will, we can be friends if you want ok?" He nodded. "Thank you, and is your knee ok?" He asked actually looking worried about me. I couldn't help but laugh, he looked confused. "Are you seriously worried about a little scratch on my knee, I'm fine your the one bleeding out."

He smiled but then his eyes closed. "Bellamy? Wake up!" I yelled at him but he just laid there not moving. The ambulance showed up and lifted him into the back.

Octavia must have just heard about what happened because she ran out of the front of the school and to the ambulance. She told the guy in the back of the ambulance that she was his sister and got in. But before they shut the doors Octavia yelled to me.

"This is your fault Clarke if he dies I will fucking kill you!" Then the guy shut the door and the ambulance sped off. I walked to the sidewalk and saw the driver of the car talking at a policeman that had shown up. I then fell to my knees. I started crying this was my fault, if he died I didn't think I could live with myself.