A New Life

Chapter Five

Four and a half months later, and two days until the wedding, my happiness returns. I sit in class, the last day of school, doodling on a piece of paper. All day, every class, we've been doing nothing. No work, no assignments, no nothing. Just movies and doodling. I look at my doodles. Funny wedding cake toppers. Octavia and I are super excited for the wedding. Partially because we'll offically be sort-of-sisters forever, and partially because we got to help plan the wedding. Personally, I think Bellamy and Clarke got fed up with our questions and nagging, and just let us help pick stuff out.

The bell rings, snapping me out of my daze, and I grab my bag and head for the door. Octavia usually walks home with me, but she's going out with her friend, Lincoln today. So, I have to wait by the door of school for someone to pick me up. Clarke said, and I quote, it is too dangerous for you to walk home in New York by yourself. You and Octavia together can kick anyone's ass, but you are not walking home by yourself. Because waiting in front of school with a bunch of eleventh grade creeps is so much safer.

And my point is proven, when one of the said creeps, named Murphy, walks up to me.

"Hey," he says, putting on a smile.

"No." I say, turning my head away.

"What's the matter, babe?" Murphy says, grinning. I hear whistles and hollers from the crowd.

"Murphy," I say coldly, "if you don't leave now, you'll wish you did."

"Oh, is that so?" He says, grabbing my arm tightly, and spinning me around so I face him. More whistles. He grabs my other arm as am, and I try to yank it free, but it's no use.

"Murphy, you do still realize I have legs right?" I say grinning. "And I can and will kick you."

Murphy completely ignores what I said, and just smiles. This causes even more whistles and hollers. Jackasses. I'm about to kick him, when suddenly the group ceases to whistle, holler, or make any other idiot related noises. I turn my head, and see Bellamy walking up the steps. This probably won't end well.

I roll my eyes, and kick Murphy in the shins, making him step back and release my arms. Bellamy walks up to him and grabs his collar between his fists, bringing Murphy's head up to meet Bellamy's brown eyes, that are filled with anger.

"If I ever see you do that again, I'll make you wish you hadn't." Bellamy says, his voice deep. "Am I making myself clear?"

Murphy doesn't answer, just looks at him with fear and shock.

"Am I making myself clear?" Bellamy repeats, his voice louder this time.

Murphy nods, and Bellamy releases him, letting him fall to the concrete.

Bellamy walks over to me, my forearms slightly red from where Murphy grabbed them. "You didn't need to go all over-protective brother on him," I say as we walk home. "I'm not Octavia."

"No," he says smirking. "But you're my sort-of-sister, right?"

I smile and laugh. "Oh, by the way, I forgot to bug you about how you were the only one at home who has brown eyes." I continue to talk and annoy the crap out of Bellamy with pointless discussions about pointless subjects until we arrive home.

***** Two Days Later*****

I wake up at about six-thirty in the morning, exitment consuming me. It's Bellamy's and Clarke's wedding. Today. In six hours. Only six hours?! I get up out of bed, throw a robe over my pajamas, and run to Octavia's room. I knock on her door, half expecting her to be asleep, so I'm surprised when she opens it, doing her hair.

Octavia has a huge smile on her face as she French braids two front pieces of her hair, leading into a ponytail.

"So," I say, sitting on her bed, "I never got to ask you what happened with Lincoln."

"Well," she says, doing the same hairstyle she's wearing on my hair, "we went to the coffee shop around the corner, talked for a while, and before he dropped me off at home, he kissed me!" She squeals.

"That's awesome!" I say, smiling.

"Yes, and what's even more awesome is that he's going to be at the wedding!" She says, unable to contain her excitement. "Apparently Lincoln's one of Bell's friend's son."

She finishes doing my hair, and we sit in her room for about an hour, talking, until we decide to wake up Clarke. Bellamy's not here, he's staying at a hotel with one of his friends, Miller. Something about not seeing the bride twenty-four hours before the wedding.

Octavia and I head into Clarke's room, and she immediately wakes up as soon as we open the door. "It's seven-thirty, only five hours until you get married!" Octavia practically yells.

Clarke laughs, and jumps out of bed. "What time have you been up since?" She asks.

"Six-thirty," I reply. Octavia says she's been up since five.

"You two are crazy." Clarke says, laughing.

Octavia opens her mouth to speak, but Clarke butts in. "Go eat something, get changed, and then we will discuss the wedding."

Octavia nods happily, and I follow her downstairs into the kitchen, where we eat eggs and toast, and bring some up for Clarke. Then we get changed in our dresses. We are bridesmaids, along with Raven and Monroe, so Clarke picked out the dresses.

They are a dark blue, knee length, strapless dress, with a black ribbon around the waist. We get changed as quickly as possible, then head into Clarke's room once again, to discuss the wedding.