Shoelaces (A Bellamy Blake Fanfiction)

17 - A Girl Scorned

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17 - A Girl Scorned

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"Enough, Sophia. Stop." A pair of large, strong hands wrapped around her middle and pulled her off the blonde. It almost felt like she flew through the air, like she had done when her wound had been infected. When her feet touched the ground again, she pushed the hands away and held hers up in surrender.

"Okay, fine, fine." But she had never wanted to punch someone more in her life. Her eyes and eyebrows were pulled down in a familiar frown; one that had accompanied her during her never ending solitude. It was just as grey as the box inside her brain that had been labelled Ark. It contained a neat arrangement of memories from when she had been put in solitary confinement, her life before, and a very angry and messy stack from the time her best friend had betrayed her.

The same best friend that now stood in front of her.

She looked exactly as she had the day she'd framed her, the day she had attended the trial that was supposed to be for her. Her blonde hair was just as light, just as curly. Her blue eyes were just as sharp, as clear as the ocean. Her nose was still round and small, her lips heart shaped and somewhere between thin and plump.

The only difference was that she looked older.

"Do you want to explain what just happened?" Clarke asked, taking on that authoritative tone that had dug its way into Sophia's brain and flicked her last nerve every time she heard it. 

"Not really, no." The words dropped from her mouth before she could stop them. She wanted to tell Clarke everything, explain to her that this was the girl that had completely screwed up her life and got her sentenced to death. But, in that moment, she was just too angry.

"You just attacked someone - which is completely out of the ordinary for you, by the way - and you're not gonna tell me why?" Sophia sucked in a deep breath and clenched her teeth.

"Ask her." She spat, her words seething with an anger she had long since pushed down and learnt to ignore. She stormed away, leaving them all to turn their confused gazes to the small blonde. She moved quickly through the woods, unable to take in the beauty of the trees, the greenery, the sound of the singing birds, like she usually did. She hated that Luca still had that kind of effect on her. For so long, she had thought that she was over that, that she had become better than that. But it now seemed that she wasn't as strong as she thought she was.

"Hey, slow down. My legs are longer than yours and you're still moving faster than I can." The angry, understandably emotional girl looked over her shoulder to find Bellamy Blake jogging up to her. Usually, she would have been enraptured by the sight of him, by the depths of his adorable chocolate eyes. But her insides had been completely taken over by a mix of anger and a numbness that never seemed to leave her. It had been born in the Ark, during countless hours of staring up at the bland grey ceiling or staring out the tiny little window and watching the world go by.

"Sorry." There was nothing in her voice that showed she meant it.

"It's all good." Bellamy put his hands in his pockets, seeming to forget that he had just thrown the only way they could save 300 people into the river and that he had attacked that girl. She was angry at him, disappointed in him, more so than she ever had been.

But, even that didn't come close to how completely furious she was at the fact that Luca had just shown up like nothing had ever happened.

"I'm gonna be honest, Shoelaces, I didn't think you had it in you." Bellamy smiled, referring to the way she'd attacked the blonde.