Hard Times

Chapter 25

Clarkes POV
"New york? when are you leaving?"
Bellamy asked putting me down. "The plane leaves in 45 minutes. But I still have to pack and drive to the airport, so now."

I felt so bad for leaving all my friends in the middle of the night without even saying goodbye, but I didn't want to wake them up this late and I had to go soon if I wanted to make this flight.

I could tell Bellamy was furious by the look on his face but I couldn't pass up this opportunity. If I got into this school I could be an amazing doctor and all the years my dad worked his ass off before he turned into a drunk would pay off. Bellamy and everyone else needed to understand that.

I looked at Bellamy, his hands were by his sides and his fingers were curled into a fist. "You can't even go you haven't finished highschool yet, don't they need a diploma?" he asked. "Bellamy I have more then enough credits to graduate."

"Your seriously going to go?" Bellamy asked. I could hear the pain in his voice. 

"Of course im going, don't you understand this is an one in a lifetime opportunity. Why can't you support me, and who knows if I'll even get in." His grip got tighter and his nails dug into the palms of his hands.

"You can't go Clarke. Were getting married soon and if you get into that school we will be 2,915 miles apart. And you know I'm going to train to be a police officer here after graduation, if you leave we will never see eachother."

"Bellamy Im sorry, but I'm going. I can't just put my life on hold for you. Can you tell Octavia I borrowed some of her clothes for the plane ride. And I'll be back home in a day or two. I'll call you."

I leaned in close to him on the cheek but he quickly backed away causing me to almost fall face forward.

"Come on Bellamy, are you really going to act like this right now?"

"Yes I am, your so selfish sometimes Clarke, I just can't deal with you anymore. Maybe I should've never proposed! Because it's obvious the only person you care about is yourself."

Why was Bellamy being such an dick? Why couldn't he be happy for me? I was so angry.

"Your right you shouldn't have proposed because its pretty clear you don't really love me,  if you did, you would support me. You'd want me to be happy, but the only person that ever gets to be happy in this relationship is you right?"

Bellamys hands released and his face dropped. He started to say something but I ignored him and started running back to the hotel.

I looked back and teared up as I saw Bellamy madly kicking the sand in frustration.

But I wasn't crying because of what he said because I knew he didn't mean it, but for leaving him like that. I regret what I said and I hated to see him like that but I had to leave without looking back again, because if I did I'd run back to him, and never leave.

I packed my luggee and got some warm clothes from Octavias bag to put on since I only brought a bunch of dresses and bikinis.

I put on a pair of black jeans, a white tank top, a grey sweater and put my hair in a high ponytail. Then I ran out of the hotel and called an uber.

On the way to the airport Bellamy kept calling me, and my heart broke alittle more each time I didnt pick up. But I knew if I answered he would convince me to not go to this interview.

I loved Bellamy so much, probably more than anything in this world, but I wasn't going to throw my life away to make him happy.

After I made it to the airport I got my ticket, and found my seat. The plane took off and I sat back and tried to take my mind off of everything that just happened.

Bellamys POV
As Clarke ran away crying I kicked the sand. I couldn't believe I had said all of that stuff to her, I was such an asshole. I'm her fiance, that mean I'm supposed to support her with everything she wants to do in life.

Of course I was happy for Clarke, and I wanted to support her but my whole life was here. All of my friends, my family, my job. I couldn't just leave all of that behind but I also couldn't leave Clarke. I didn't know what to do anymore.

I tried to call her but it kept going to voicemail. I decided to just let her have some time to herself.

When everyone woke up that morning I told them about where Clarke had gone. They all seemed really happy for her. Was I the only one that was mad that she'd be thousands of miles away?

A couple days had passed by and Clarke still hadn't called me or anyone back.

We all called her at least a hundred times and she hadn't showed up to school either. We all thought that maybe her flight kept getting delayed or her phone died so she couldn't call us.

Or Maybe she even decided to stay in New York. But as much as she hated me right now I think she still would at least tell me if she was staying.

It was a normal Sunday morning at the Blake house. Octavia hogged the bathroom so I couldn't shower, so I got dressed and went downstairs where my mom was drinking coffee.

I still hadn't told her that Clarke and I got engaged. Not because I thought she would get mad, because frankly she would probably be more exicted then Clarke and I combined, but because I  didn't even know if we were getting married anymore.

We we're all eatting breakfast when someone knocked on the door. Five seconds passed but nethier Octavia or my mom moved so I rolled my eyes and got up from the table. Nothing could ever prepared me for what happened after I opened that door.