My Brave Rebel: Book One (Bellarke)

Part 51

CLARKE:

"Will you stop whining?" I irritatedly asked Jasper.

God, he is so pouty and whipped, I felt like puking on his face just to shut him up. Why is everyone in this fucking camp complaining like defenseless children? "Why can't you find some extra supplies?" "Why can't you find more food? I'm starving."  "Can you like, make it water here or something? I'm freezing to death!"

I just wanted to yell "SUCK IT UP, PEOPLE!" But I didn't really care enough to do so. It's everyone for themselves now.

"I'm not whining," Jasper answered bitterly.

"Yeah right." I rudely remarked.

"God, have some compassion! My girlfriend told me,"

"She is pregnant with another guy's baby! I know, I know." I interrupted his pitty speech. 

"Of curse you did! Who else?" He said, sadness taking over his voice.

I rolled my eyes.

"Just do your job." 

"Are you okay, Clarke?" He asked after a few minutes. I looked at him dumbfoundedly. 

"Yes, I am fine! Are you?" I said in a fake concerned voice.

He shook his head and continued sorting the seaweed. 

"Oh look! Your smiley face of a boyfriend is here! Time to cheer up, grumpy." Jasper remarked as Bellamy enters the dropship.

I shot him a deadly glare before he exited while holding his hands up in defense. Bellamy gave him a short, approving nod as he walked past him.

"So, who am I talking to today?" Bellamy asked sarcastically.

"For the 100th time, leave me alone."

"Actually, you've only told me 5 times, but who's counting, right?" 

"You obviously." I focused back on my work. That's what we all needed to do now. Focus and work. Focus on staying alive and working to do so.

"Funny." He responded sarcastically back.

"Rather pathetic."

"Fiesty."

"Clingy."

"When will you stop this, Clarke?"

"When will you take a hint, Bellamy?" I fired back, giving him a smile that showed him fake compassion.

"When you give me one." He smiled widely back at me, his lips turning into thin lines on his face.

"Look, I'll make you a deal." He started, looking at me consciously.

I raised my brows, waiting for him to continue. When he didn't, I said;

"God, you need permission to keep talking or something?"

"You give me five minutes. That's all I need. You give me five minutes, no protests, no interruptions, nothing. You just listen to me."

"Why?"

"Because I'm saying so."

"What do I get?"

"You get this." He gestures his hands own his body."

"Ha-ha."

He smiled like he was dead serious and it amused him enormously that I thought he was joking.

"Tell you what," I negotiated. "You get five minutes, and after that, you leave me alone."

He pretends to think about it for forever.

"4.59 ... 4.58 ... 4.57"

"Alright, Alright."

"56..."

"Okay so, hi."

"What?"

"My name is Bellamy Blake." He continued, not registering my words. What is he doing? I  thought he would tell me that this isn't me, or what a bitch I've become and that I need to stop. Definitely not this.

"I came to Earth from the Ark. I am a disappointment to my mother but I'm working on it. Mostly because, when I came here, I saw a girl who looked like a princess, and she made me want to be better. I wanted to be good enough for her... for you. And I made you happy, Clarke..." He stepped dangerously close and a red color crossed my mind but my feet wouldn't move.

"Remember?" He whispered as his hand rn along my neck an across my neck and across my collarbone.

"No," I answered firmly.

"Liar." He smiled.

"3.44...3.43"

"You are barely tolerable, extremely annoying, and incredibly bossy! Trust me! I thought you would be the death of me." He smiled at himself. "Actually, you,"

"Do you even have a point to this?"

"Yep, getting to it. Do you remember when,"

"No."

"No interruptions." He stated, with a bossy grin.

I rolled my eyes. Where was he going with this? He stared at me for too long before he started talking again.

"Do you remember when I did this?" He asked then quickly grabbed my head between his hands and fiercely pressed his mouth against mine. I didn't even have time to think. He didn't let me go, but I guess I didn't try to push him off as much as I'd like to say I did. He felt familiar. He felt warm, kind, even. He felt like ho..NO! Don't you dare Clarke! Don't let him in your head.

I tried harder to push him off, but he just held harder, the more I resisted.

"Clarke, come back to me." He said against my lips.

"It's okay baby, it's okay." I had started crying without realizing it.

"It's not your fault!" He soothed.

"Get off me!" I cried.

"No, Clarke I love you." 

"You made me kill someone, Bellamy." I accused. "You made me kill a guy with a scalpel, and it's eating me alive! You make me evil! You ruined me!" He let go once my words hit him.

"No, Clarke! You killed someone who deserved to die, he tried killing me! Now get the fuck over it!"

I pushed his chest with my palms and he stumbled backward.

"Fuck you."

"Yes, fuck me."

"Asshole."

"What you gonna do about it?"

Rage filled every inch of me and I was ready to explode.

"You can't run from the truth, Princess."

"Have you ever considered that it's you I'm running?"

"No, not really." He said calmly, stroking his hand over my cheek right before I smacked it away.

"What do you WANT?! Fine, I fucking killed a guy! Is that what you want? To hear me say it? Go to hell, Bellamy!" I yelled frustratedly. 

"For now," He moved his eyes from mine to meet something behind me.

"Your five minutes are up! Now, you leave me the fuck alone." I sputtered.

Then I gave him one last look before I turned to see half the camp staring at us from the dropship entrance, He planned it. Of course, he did. And they were all looking at me like I was holding a gun that was pointing at them, even though it felt like the roles were reversed in my case. I wasn't ready to be shot down. Yet, here I was, about to be invaded with what I', sure would feel like bullets, and I was lone.