My Brave Rebel: Book One (Bellarke)

Part 53

BELLAMY:

   Clarke has left me speechless in the dropship. It had been two whole days since the whole "thing" happened and now she kept smiling at everyone, including me. She avoided situations where we needed to be alone together but whenever there was people around, she would hold my hand and 'be in love'. I don't know what the hell she was doing or planning but it sure as hell wasn't good.  And I didn't know what to do about it. I had no proof that she had this whole secret agenda thing going on considering that everyone else was basically eating her bullshit. Everyone thinks that she's finally okay, but she's far from it.

And talking about the devil, there she went across the main square, smiling at people who passed her.

"Clarke, honey," I took advantage of the ridiculous situation by calling her names she would hate, trying to put her out of balance but she didn't even flinch. I jogged towards her.

"Hey baby." she smiled back at me, acting for the people around us. "How are you?"

"Oh I'm just walking on the clouds are usual, and you sugar pie?" I could play this just as well as she did, if not better.

" That's wonderful! I'm just trying to help as much as I can." She said, loud enough for people to hear.

" yes, I've noticed, you got a sec?"

"Actu-,"

"I'm not taking no for an answer, lovebird." I cut her off, grabbing her arm so she wouldn't get away.
"Bellamy!" She almost yelled. "Let go of my arm!" She said, also loud enough for others to hear. I quickly let go. A few people turn around to watch the action, but Clark smile at them to show everyone that it was OK. she pulled me close, talking me up in the face.

" I got them wrapped around my finger, Bellamy Blake," she whispered. " Watch your back." She pecked me on the cheek before she wandered off.

Was she serious? Did I need to watch my back? Was she on the edge of Crazy Town or were she playing? I had an idea, but I wasn't ready to face the fact that Clark might actually want to hurt me or someone else in camp on purpose.

CLARKE:

I squeeze my right hand harshly around my left wrist, leaving a quite large visible bruise. I let go, and studied it... It definitely look believable... And hurtful.

"Clarke?" I jumped as I heard Novah walking to my tent.

"Yes?" I Smiled weakly at her, rubbing my hand over the fresh bruise.

" I brought you some food." She smiled at me. "You okay?" Her eyes left mine and she pointed on my hand.

I pretend to look sad, smiled weakly at her.

" yes, it's nothing," I started, meeting her eyes. Then when she slowly turned around to leave, I quickly added "he didn't mean it."

" what? He?" She turned back around and walked forward to me. "Bellamy did this to you?"

" don't worry about it," I turned away with a sad look. " he didn't realize how hard he was holding." I whispered to sound weak.

She touched my shoulder gently.

" let me look." She took my hand softly and carefully as she started to examine it.

"It's fine...really!" I pulled my hand back and smiled sweetly at her. " thanks for the food, Novah."

She looked at me for a long time before she slowly retreated from my tank, with a certain thought in mind. Bellamy was no warning or the one in control.

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*THE NEXT DAY*

Bellamy storm inside the tent, with a look of confusion and fury.

" why the hell does everyone in camp think I hurt you, Clarke ? Physically!!" He yelled.

" Nice to see you too, baby." I said sarcastically as I put my jacket on.

" I would never hurt you.. not like that." He took a step forward.

"But... you did, Bell." I showed him my arm. He grabbed it carefully and stroke just got over the dark blue-Purpleish bruise on my wrist.

" I didn't do this..." he said, sounding so insecure. I almost felt bad for the guy when I looked at him. His eyes were watery and shiny. He wasn't sure if he did it or not.

" it's OK though, it doesn't hurt unless you touch it." I said to ease some of his pain as I pulled my hand back. I started to walk out of the tent, when his words made me stop in my tracks.

"I don't know who you are anymore, Clarke."