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chapter 4

[Clarke]

I open the bathroom door slowly and walk straight to the place, trying to find Bellamy.

''Hey,'' He whispers with a smirk on his face and a very deep, very attractive voice.

I gulp, while my mouth slightly opens and my eyes widen. The tingly feeling earlier just turned into a dragon explosion, not butterflies, dragons. I couldn't possibly believe this man, this handsome, tall, freckled and curly haired man, could be Bellamy. The Bellamy I spent weeks talking to, that could be a jerk (a nice one), and that had a similar humor to mine.

''Are you ok?'' He looked at me worryingly.

I surely wasn't feel well. I just couldn't understand how such a handsome man could have such an amusing personality. I thought those were extinct years ago.

''Clarke...'' He touched my shoulder. I quickly shake my thoughts and pull myself together.

''Sorry. I was just... The smell, you know.''

''What?'' He furrows his eyebrows together. I wish he wouldn't look so adorable right now.

''The smell.. The food.. Restaurant.'' I point to the door.

''Are you nervous?'' Bellamy questions mocking me, with a cute little smirk on his lips.

''A bit, yeah.'' I confess. ''Don't mock me,'' I playfully hit his shoulder.

''Let's eat then. Food is always the solution.''

''True,'' I affirm as we walk to the entrance.