Bellarke- Arkadia High

The next day.

Clarke's PoV:
I stroll into school, deciding whether or not it would be good to bump into Bellamy. I was slightly intoxicated last night, but I could remember everything; the connection we developed.
From the aroma of his hair, to the complexity of his innocently round face, I am bewildered and fascinated by him. He was hiding so much more last night, than I thought I had discovered. It's as if he has locked all of himself away into a box, and thrown away the key. But even if he tried to hide, I would still be listening to him through the box, still peering in to see his gentle soul curled up into a tight sphere.

My mind had beckoned me to become more curious for him. But how could I do it? How could I lean more forward to him, without looking so enthusiastic from just one kiss? He was the school player; the one that left girls with salty tears swelling in their eyes. He was the one who never wanted love from anyone. He was a boy who never wanted any affection, but I needed to know why. He's hiding something. Something so catastrophic, it can't escape from his head.

His love shall not be a cause of my tears. I'm not sure I even want to love him, but I want to comfort him, tell him it's ok to cry and reveal secrets. We only reveal secrets to those who we trust. The biggest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places; there to surprise us.

Octavia. If I persuaded her we had a friendship that was worth lasting, I could get closer to Bellamy. No. I can't do that to Octavia. It would seem almost egotistical; using her to advantage my power. If I wanted this, wanted Bellamy, I would have to be confident and ask him up-front. I'd have to be confident and almost embarrass my self. This is perhaps the greatest risk that any of us will take: to be seen as we truly are...