What Now?

Chapter One

Clarke's POV

The crunch of leaves under my feet is what keeps me going. You're still alive. They say. You have to keep going. It's what she would've wanted. You can't stop now. You've just started.

"Clarke? Bellamy?" I hear Finn yell to my right.

I immediately stop running, hoping that he can't hear my heavy breathing. I don't want to talk to him, after everything he's done, I can't look at him the same way again. I can't look at myself the same way again. Not after the war.

"Clarke?" I hear a familiar voice whisper from somewhere behind me. I look around for the voice, but all I see is the green and brown of the forest. 

"Clarke, It's Bellamy," Bellamy whispers closer this time. I turn around and there he is. Curly brown hair and all.

"Bellamy," I say.

"That's my name," He quips smirking.

"I would have never guessed," I retort, a small smile playing on my lips.

"No need to get snippy, Princess."

I used to hate it when he called me princess. It made me feel incompetent. Now it makes me feel special. As if everything is going back to the way it was before the war. Before all of the heartbreak and death. Back to the beginning. 

"I'm not getting snippy."

"You kinda are," Bellamy says laughing.

"Whatever."

"There it is aga-"

"Clarke! Bellamy!" I hear Finn yell.

"What does he want?" I ask rolling my eyes.

"I don't know. But I guess we should probably figure it out, huh?" Bellamy suggests.

We start to walk back to where Finn is.

"Clarke, Bellamy!" He continues to scream.

"He's gonna attract more grounders than we need. Which is none." I point out, annoyed that even after I told Finn to stop drawing attention to us, he still does.

"We are the only people left from the Arc. He probably thinks that he lost us." Bellamy says.

Oh right, I forgot, after I got out of Mount Weather, and Anya was killed, Finn killed those eighteen innocent grounders, and the grounders came after us, we lost the war. Finn, Bellamy, Lincoln, Octavia, and I were the only survivors, we don't know what happened to the people at Mount Weather, but Bellamy thinks that the grounders came after them too. I don't know where Lincoln and Octavia are, they left yesterday, and that's why we're out in the woods. Otherwise, we'd still be at camp.

"Oh my god Clarke, I thought I lost you," Finn says as he pulls me into a bone-crushing hug. 

I see look at Bellamy over Finn's shoulder and roll my eyes, he smirks knowingly.

I'm the one that pushes Finn away from me but seeing Bellamy's expression stops me.

"Clarke? Can I talk to you for a sec?" Bellamy asks clearing his throat.

"Yeah, sure Bellamy. What do you want to talk about?" I ask a smirk spreading across my lips.

"Just, stuff." He replies a smirk on his lips too.

"Sure," I say to Bellamy. "I'll meet you back at the drop ship, Finn." I address him, already walking away.

I follow Bellamy away from the drop ship. He stops suddenly and I almost run into him.

"Bel?" I question quietly.

"Princess?" Bellamy mocks.

"Why did you drag me out here?" I ask.

"I just. I had to do this."

"Do what?" I ask confused.

"This." He says as he pushes me up against a tree his lips mere centimeters from mine. I look into his eyes and see they've gotten darker.

"Bel, I-"

He cuts me off by pressing his lips to mine. I respond immediately, my eyes fluttering shut. His lips are so warm and surprisingly soft, so much softer than I've ever imagined. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, as he picks me up by my thighs, legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He moves one of his calloused hands slowly up my side, making me sigh.

We jump apart at the sound of footsteps. Bellamy squats down to mess with the laces of his shoe as if that's what he was doing the whole time.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt," Finn says, looking to me. "You're gonna want to see this."

"What is it?" I ask, trying to not think about what happened just moments before, a blush spreading across my cheeks.