chapter 1

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[Clarke]

I can't believe I'm finally meeting Bellamy. Saying 'I'm nervous' is clearly an understatement. I never really felt so nervous, only when I had big exams coming up that could determine my future. Even with my past boyfriend (although we never used a label in our relationship) I didn't feel nervous. I feel this tingly feeling in my belly and my hands are really sweaty, which makes me stressed --- I mean, what if he wants to hold my hand? His hand would get wet and it would be weird. I'm weird. Sometimes.

I shrug my thoughts away and look at the mirror. I didn't wear a dress or a skirt or anything cliché-like for a date (or not-date). I decided to wear a white, plain t-shirt and ripped jeans -- my specialty. I also didn't have makeup on my face, in fact, I only wore it whenever my mom asked me to. Which wasn't the case. Thankfully. Because my face gets always itchy.

> messages

re(bell): hey there :)

re(bell): watchu doin

clarke: getting ready

re(bell): ohhh are u going somewhere?

clarke: yup. with a nice jerk named bellamy, do you know him or something?

re(bell): we've met a few times

re(bell): see u in a bit ;)

I lock my phone and put it in my pocket, with a smile dancing on my lips. I know I'll be fine, I just know it. Bellamy is a nice guy once you get to know him. I guess I should thank Murphy later, in case the date (or not-date) turns out well.

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