Fault Line (Bellarke)

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Clarke

The Blake mansion was officially the most modern, beautiful, top class house I have ever set foot in. It's cream colored walls and top of the line appliances and technology made it a techies dream.

Interior design was obviously important when they planned this house out. Everything was color coordinated, each room with a separate theme. Not to mention ridiculously clean, you could probably eat of the floor.

My favorite thing about it was the enormous fish tank embedded into one of the walls in the living room, taking up almost half of it. It was full of tropical saltwater fish of all colors and sizes and breeds.

Am I in heaven?

Octavia escorted me through her house. "Yeah, Bell has quite I thing for those fish."

"They must be so expensive and difficult to keep!" I gasped. "But they're absolutely stunning."

"Yeah they are a pest in a way when it comes to cleaning their tanks, but we leave that to the cleaners."

Oh, duh Clarke. You are in the presence of millionaires, of course they can afford to keep cleaners.

"They're his pets, me on the other hand, I prefer cats, I have one called Camille."

"I love cats! Where is she?"

"She's outside at the moment, otherwise she will beg at the table. I'll bring her in after we have eaten."

The fact that I was so excited to see a cat, really highlighted the fact that I am a sad loner. But who gives a shit anyway these days? Most people's lives are shit, mines diarrhea.

I rolled my eyes and the disgusting thoughts that run through my mind. I need purification.

"This is the dining room. Take a seat," Octavia beckoned and pulled a chair out for me.

Gladly, I accepted it and sat down. The table was set all fancy and in the middle was steaming plates of food. So much food of all types.

Roasted meats, soups, salads, breads, vegetables, so on. My eyes widened, all this for us?

My stomach made an unpleasant growling noise and I blushed praying that Octavia didn't notice as she took her own place opposite me.

Take it from the experts, my insignificant self was no match for the god that walked in that very moment. His hair was all curly again giving him that laid back vibe, but also made him gazillion times more hotter.

Bellamy was wearing a buttoned up short sleeved shirt and casual black jeans. I'd never noticed it before but his perfect teeth highlighted his sharp jawline even more when he showed them.

And he had some blimming gorgeous freckles. I don't know why but the lighting made them even more prominent than before, that I started to question why they hadn't stood out this much before.

"Clarke? You not hungry?" Octavia questioned, concern spreading like wildfire across her perfect face. She handed me over some fresh bread.

"Oh! No I am, thank you. I was just thinking about something," I stuttered, like an idiot.

Bellamy looked down at his food and exchanged a glance at me with his head still tilted down, trying to hide his amusement. He chewed intently on his food, and broke eye contact.

Even Octavia seemed observant of me at this point, and I didn't mean for them to get suspicious at me or anything of a such.