Chapter 10

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Clarke's POV

It was morning again and I had been up for about an hour. I had stayed in Bellamy's tent the whole night, but I don't think anyone saw. I just didn't want rumors to get around. 

I was eating breakfast as usual with some of the other as Bellamy joined us. We caught each other's eye for a second before he sat down. I didn't want it to be awkward, but for some reason we both was. I begged that the others didn't notice. They would just start asking a ton of questions, and I was exhausted and didn't want to answer them. 

I looked at Raven who sat beside me, she was looking at me and smirked slightly more than she used to. I furrowed my eyebrows and tilted my head, giving her a 'what?' expression. 

She just shrugged but continued smirking throughout the whole meal. 

I finished before the others and duty called. My mother was in Polis with Kane, not for a meeting with Lexa, but for a meeting with some others. I had told her I would help Jackson in medical, so I went over there. 

There weren't more people than usual and not any serious wounds. A few wounds we had to change the bandage off, and a few smaller things. 

I decided to clean some of the shelves because Jackson got the wounded covered and I didn't have anything to do for the day. 

As I walked out of medical around lunchtime, Raven stopped me on my way to my tent. 

"Hey," I said suspectingly. I still remembered her smirk from that morning and was kind of afraid of what she had to say.

"Hi," She smiled as we both stood still. I waited for her to speak, but she didn't say anything. 

"What is it, Raven?" I said while sighing. 

"Oh, I just wanted to check up on my friend, you know, see if she slept well and everything." She pulled her arm over my shoulder, dragging me with her for a few steps before I stopped again. 

I tilted my head again, as she was standing in front of me. 

"So... Did you sleep well?" Raven asked. She was still smiling. I wasn't sure what to answer to the question, if I was too awkward she'd know. If she didn't already.

"Yes, I slept fine, actually," I felt my cheeks heat up, and told them in my head to stop, which of course only made it worse. 

"Better than usual?" She continued. She was teasing me. 

"Where are you going with his, Raven?" I asked, looking at her as she continued. 

"You slept with Bellamy," 

"I did not," I answered rather awkwardly, scratching my arm with my hand because I suddenly didn't know where to put them. 

She leaned in a little closer to me.

"You smell like him, Clarke, you can't deny it," She whispered, so people around us couldn't hear her.

"Alright," I said, finally giving in. "But I didn't sleep-sleep with him in that way, okay?"

She was smiling wider now. "Okay," 


Bellamy's POV

I finally had a day off, where I wasn't on duty. The bad thing about was that I didn't have anything to do, so I just went around talking with people, and sorting out some of my stuff. 

I had just walked into my tent and I couldn't help but smile a little, as I remembered Clarke sleeping there. She had slept so peacefully, and then suddenly woken up, completely terrified. 

I had gone through a whole night without a nightmare, and it felt amazing. 

"Hey, big brother," Octavia had walked into my tent. I turned to face her. 

"Hey," I answered her, smiling down at her. "What's up?" 

"I just wanted to say that I'm meeting with Lincoln. I just didn't want you to suddenly notice I was gone and sending the whole camp after me." She said.

A small giggle escaped my lips. "Okay, thanks. A-" 

"And yes, before you ask, it's safe. I can take care of myself and we have an alliance with the grounders now. Plus they're basically my family too." Damn it, she knew me too well.

"Alright," I smiled at her. She turned around and was about to leave the tent again. 

She turned around just before she walked out. 

"And just so you know, you smell like Clarke," She patted me on my arm two times before leaving the tent. 

I blushed slightly, but she wasn't there to see it. 

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