Bellarke- Arkadia High

Falling.

Bellamy's PoV:
"How about we tell that story for a different day?" I ask rhetorically.

"Ok." She says giggling.

God. She's gorgeous.

"See you tomorrow Bellamy." She says smiling and turning away. That night all my feelings change. I need Clarke in my life.

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Pottering through the hallway, I urgently search for Clarke. Although I could not tell her my secret just yet, I knew that when I did, she would understand. I want to spend time with her and try to develop the relationship I hope we already have. Although I probably annoy the hell out of her, I am determined and she is the one who gives me all the energy I need to do that.

I go to my locker and collect a few books I need for the day. As I slam the door shut, a blonde figure leans against the locker next to me. It's Clarke.

"Hey." She says. I try to secrete the red tint that warms on my cheeks. Hiding it, I rub my face slightly and respond.

"Hey. How are you? Still tired from last night?" I ask. She smiles and lets out a sigh.

"I'm good, but yes, tired. How about you?" She asks.

I want to tell her the truth, but I know that she won't take me seriously. I want to tell her that everyday is a struggle and that she is the light in my me. That she is earth that orbits my sun and will always be there. But instead, I give her a simple answer that won't confuse just yet.

"I'm great." I say, telling the biggest lie I've ever told to anyone excluding Octavia.

"Cool, you wanna get some lunch with me later?" She asks, with a mischievous smile on her gorgeous face.

"Yeah sure. I'd love that." I say.

"I'll meet you at the canteen then." She says, wandering off with her ponytail swinging graciously on her back.

Lunch passes. Me and Clarke talk about things. What we like and what we don't. Most things we disagree on, but make up for in stealing each other's desserts. When I get home, I lay on my bed, look at the ceiling and try to picture my future life. The imagery comes natural to me that Clarke will be included some way or another. But then, I picture my past life of who I really am. Of who I have become. You would expect by now, for me to be healed and only look at my past life as a way of protecting Octavia, and although it was, I can only look in the mirror and picture someone who murdered their father. Yes he was brutal, but he was a human being.

A foreign fear darts through my body and ignites a flame that makes me so scared. At times like these, I condole in my sister, but I am afraid of passing the frightened emotions I posses, onto her. My adoptive mother and father are nice enough, but don't know the full capacity of my depression. So, I resort in one thing only. One thing that embarrasses me to the point I almost laugh, but I know that the second she places her head on my beating heart, I will become calm. I can lay in bed with her and stroke her silk hair. Feel each strand almost as though it has been weaved by an ancient goddess. And that, I do.

I pick up my phone beside my bed and ring her.

"Hey Clarke, sorry it's late." I say, waiting for a response.

"No, you're fine. Are you fine?" She asks sounding concerned.

"Not really. Can I come round to yours? Is anyone home?" I ask, feeling so desperate.

"Um, sure. No, my dad is at the hospital on his night shift. The key is all the way downstairs, so just come in through my window. Its the one to the left of the house." She says. I sigh, feeling a wave of reassurance fly straight to my head.

"Thank you Clarke. What's your address?" I ask.

"31, Main Street." She says, declining the phone.

I put on my joggers and hoodie and climb out my own window.

When I climb up the wall, I see her leaning on her pillow, just lightly asleep. I slip through the window and into her bedroom.

"Clarke." I say, climbing into her bed and jolting her slightly.

"Hey." She says rolling over and rubbing her eyes. She looks at her clock, staring at the time.

"What type of crisis calls for someone they despise at 1am in the morning?" She asks, lightly laughing.

"I'm sorry. I just feel so lonely. I need you Clarke. I don't despise you...I love you."

I just admitted I love her and I didn't even realise...