Clarity

Chapter Twenty - One

Bellamy woke up that morning and reached for his chest. He thought back to the dream he just had when Clarke was sleeping with her head resting on his shoulder. Her hand resting on his chest so she could feel his heartbeat. When he woke up he found himself alone and was disappointed. He wanted to go back to sleep so he could hold her again because he knew even though he was going to see her in a short time. He would never be able to hold her. Not in that way. Only in his dreams.

He sat up letting his legs hand over the side of the bed and ran his hands through his hair.

“What am I going to do about you Clarke Griffin?” He asked to himself.

After a few more minutes of wishing he never had to see Clarke again he forced himself out of bed. He had to get ready; he could not keep Clarke waiting.

Clarkes alarm woke her that morning from a pleasant dream. She quickly turned it off and grunted to herself. If she did not have to go to school today she would have rolled back over and attempted to finish her dream. She almost lost control of her feelings just thinking about how talented Bellamy had been with his mouth in her dream. She could not help but wonder if he would be that talented in real life.

Not that it mattered she would never know. He would not be interested in her that way, not when he found out the truth. Maybe if she could put that mask on and go back to acting like a wild, in control girl. Not the timid, stressed out mess that she really was.

She forced herself out of bed and changed into a white long sleeve shirt and grey pants. She brushed out her hair and pulled it into a side braid. She threw on her most over worn pair of sneakers grabbed her thing and walked straight to the bathroom. There was no way she was going to face Bellamy before brushing her teeth. She knew that her parents always left for work before she woke up so she knew he was waiting for her. Once done she made her way out to the kitchen and placed her bag down on the counter. She looked over and she was rite Bellamy was standing there by the front door.

“Morning.” She said to him.

She had completely forgotten that she was supposed to be mad at him. All of her pride left her the second she saw his face.

He did not respond so she just went back to what she was doing. She did not have the time to cook so she grabbed a bag of trail mix and started to eat.

“Do you want some?” She asked him.

“No. I eat before I came.” He told her in a flat harsh tone.

He did not know how to talk to her. He no longer knew how to act around Clarke this was only his second day.

Clarke looked at him. She knew that they kind of had a fight yesterday. If you could really call that a fight but she put it behind her. She did not know why he was still being all guarded and distant from her. He was not like this before. Then again Clarke did not really know him. Maybe this is exactly how he is.

“What’s wrong?” Clarke asked him.

“Nothing is wrong.” He quickly answered her.

She knew that was bullshit. Something was bothering him.

/“You’re lying.” She told him.

He huffed under his breath. Something she had said pissed him off more than he already was.

Bellamy had almost snapped at her. He could not believe that she had called him a liar. He wanted to tell her that she should really look in the mirror. He could not figure out what she was playing at. What was her end game here? He wanted to figure it out, wanted to ask. At the same time he had no idea how to bring it up.