written in the stars

chapter 6

I do not own the 100. I am just a fan writing fanfic.

Clarke's P.O.V.

I woke up in an unfamiliar room. I started to panic. Where the hell was I? I looked around the room and noticed familiar shelves and other medical equipment. I let out a breath and began to calm down. I was safe. I hadn't slept in almost a week so I contemplated going back to sleep. I rolled over talking more covers with me. I rolled into something and tried to open my sleepy eyes. What the hell? Slowly my eyes begun to focus and I was able to make out a figure.

NO, No fucking way! I blinked. This had to be some screwed up dream like the one where you show up to class naked. NAKED! I panicked. I looked under the blankets and almost cried in relief. I was fully clothed. Thank God. I turned back to the sleepy figure who's back was facing me. He smelt like pine needles and rain. And he had smooth olive skin. Slowly the figure shifted in his sleep and turned over. I held my breath and closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. After a moment I peaked through my eyelashes. He seemed to be asleep. I looked at him. It was Bellamy. I remembered it all. His hands on me, his lips on mine. I blushed at the memory.

WHHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING CLARKE? you made out with Bellamy Blake?! I stifled a groan. This could ruin everything. I had been stupid, reckless maybe even selfish. We were practically the leaders of this camp. We had a weird friendship that had taken almost 2 months to develop. And we had risked it. We put the whole camp in danger. What if we couldn't work together anymore. I rubbed my eyes trying to clear my head of all the possible what ifs. Not too mention that a small part of me kept thinking about Finn and how reckless it was to jump into another potentially dangerous situation, even if Bellamy wasn't anything like Finn.

I couldn't be here. I couldn't do this. When he woke up it would be weird, he would explain that this ment nothing. That I ment nothing and I didn't know if I could handle that right now. I rolled back over to the edge of the bed trying to be as quite as possible. I shifted my weight as I slowly sat up. I felt the bed move and froze closing my eyes and praying Bellamy was still asleep. After a moment I placed my hands an the bed and pushed myself up. I made my way over to my boots which in all honesty I didn't remember taking off. I opened the door of the side room wincing at the squeak it made as it glided open. I looked over my shoulder. He was still fast asleep. I rolled my eyes, for someone thats all about being aware of his surroundings he slept like the dead.

I slipped through the doorway and lightly closed the door behind me. I made my way across the dropship noticing Jane still fast asleep. Ugh I can't believe me and Bellamy made out with her just in the other room. What would have happened if she had come looking for them. I cleared my head and continued walking as quietly as I could without making a sound. I reached the tarp covering the drops hip door and slipped outside.

It was bright out, Probably mid day. I am lucky no one came looking for me or Bellamy. The camp was busy as usual with people buzzing around doing 100 things at once. I kept my head down and made my way straight to my tent. I ducked into the familiar little area closing my eyes in relief that no one seemed to be looking for me, therefore no one had noticed I disappeared last night.

I made my way over to the cracked mirror on my little table. I wrinkled my nose at my reflection. My hair looked like I had been in a wind storm and my lips were puffy and red. How the hell was I going to hide this, its not like we had access to makeup. I sighed turning away i caught a glimpse of a dark spot on my neck in the mirror. I turned around nearly tripping on my undone laces. What the Hell Bellamy?! I pushed my hair out of the way and at the base of my neck about 2 fingers above my collar bone was a hickey. I touched it without thinking and was surprised at the heat radiating off it. Leave it to Bellamy to give me a fucking hickey. I rubbed my hands over my eyes trying to think. I remembered the large sweater I had found and put it on. I almost instantly regretted it because it felt like 100 degrees outside.