𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒪𝓃𝑒 - a Fanfiction of The 100

chapter twenty

"Bellamy, wait." I say, following him as he glances my way and continues on.

"What do you want, Cal?" Bellamy heads towards his tent, not pausing in his quick stride. He seems hell bent on something and I briefly wonder if he will go after Lincoln, but I push it down, walking besides the boy and doing my best to hold his attention.

"Can we... start over?" I ask. I know by this point, I'm probably begging him to trust me, simply because if he does, everything will go much smoother and he'll never accuse me of doing anything wrong if he genuinely feels I'm trustworthy.

Bellamy stops short as I finish my sentence. He turns to me, frowning.

"And why should we?" His words stop me short and I rack my brain for something clever to say. Instead, I'm honest.

"Because we don't like each other, that's probably because you don't trust me and vice versa. But... wouldn't things be easier if instead of turning on each other, we all tried to, I don't know, get along?" I speak slowly and carefully, doing my best to make the truth sound as good as possible. Once the words have been spoken, I realize they were possibly the right ones. Way to go, truth.

He takes his sweet time answering, but that makes me feel better about it all. Bellamy stares ahead, appearing deep in thought. A piece of me wonders if I'd distracted him at all from the whole Octavia-being-taken-by-Lincoln situation.

"It's not like we have to be... friends or anything." I add quietly and he chuckles.

"I appreciate your honesty, Cal. It credits you, shows that not everything you've said has been lies." He shrugs and I let out a bit of air I hadn't realized I'd been holding. "Really, you're right. I don't trust you, but that doesn't mean we can't move on from it. Give it some time, show me you're trustworthy, then we'll see what happens from there."

As he speaks, as well as after, Bellamy looks at me for some time, showing a hint of something I'm not sure I've seen before in his eyes. It was similar to the way he looked in the tent the other day, though I didn't dwell on it too long while I was recovering from my nightmare, but now I see what it is: kindness and sympathy.

Nodding briefly, Bellamy heads into his tent without another word as I'm left to think on the overall moment we had. Could I possibly become a friend to Bellamy Blake? Anyone else and I would say an immediate yes, but... him? It makes me contemplate him as a whole. Why did I almost hate him before?

I'd been getting him all wrong the whole time. Bellamy Blake isn't some asshole jerk who wants to be in charge to gain respect from everyone or have power, he's just a kid in a lot of ways. I mean, technically, he's older than everyone here, not being a teen, but he's still so young, too young to be a leader of ragtag teens. The way he treats some, in a way that could be misinterpreted as harsh, is possibly the only way to get those specific people under control. Bellamy has been placed in a hard position no one else could be put in here. Anyone could misunderstand him as something else than what he is, I myself misunderstood him from the beginning, and I'm starting to understand that what he is is something entirely different than I thought.

That Bellamy Blake is a leader, and as much as I want to punch him at least once a day, he's a damn near a good one.

I pause, looking behind me at the forest, the wind picking up. As my hair wraps around my face, I frown, pushing it out of my line of vision. Maybe being with Lincoln and Tala for so long was because now I would stay with the 100, for good. Maybe I was being prepared to stop sneaking and simply try and help both people. Maybe being here, I'm supposed to make friends in order to be trustworthy and remember who my people are.