Hey, guys! Here's my first attempt at a Bellarke fic. It's a Twilight AU where Bellamy=Bella, Clarke=Edward and Raven=Jacob. The background is similar to Twilight, but the story arc will be much different. If you guys like it then I'll update every Saturday or at least try to (things happen). The first chapter is from Bellamy's POV and most of it will be. But I'll change it up every now and again depending on what kind of chapter it is and your suggestions. Hope you all enjoy!

Chapter One

I could hear the familiar sound of my neighbor's wind chimes singing as mom pulled out of the driveway. It's been almost 17 years and I never thought I'd miss that sound. Yet here I am, clinging on to every chime as if it was my last… it is my last. I murmured a tiny goodbye to the bed of flowers I've nursed since I was a freshman. Then I shut my eyes and prayed I'd nap the entire ride to the airport. I knew my prayer would fail, but the warm Southern California wind blowing on my thick black hair and lazy eyes was comforting.

Sitka, Alaska (population 9,000) would be my new home. That means no more warm California sea breeze to mend my breaking heart. Just a bunch of big ass trees and annoyingly bulky parkas. They might as well ship me off to Mars. I hear NASA is planning a mission there soon so it's pretty good timing. Maybe it's a sign even.

"Bellamy? Bellamy, honey, wake up."

My eyes blinked wide open. I thought I was still in the middle of my melodramatic rant, but turns out my prayer was answered. I slept the whole way to San Diego International Airport. Thank… God? The Gods? The Universe? I'm not sure what I believe to be honest. But I really was thankful.

"Bellamy, are you sure you want to do this? You know that I want you to come live with Tom and I." Mother asked in her high-pitched voice as we made our way into the ice cold airport lobby.

"I'm sure, mom."

"But, baby you don't look sure."

"But I am. I only have 18 months before college and this'll give me some time with dad. You… you go be happy. That's what I'm gonna try to do too."

My mother cocked her head like a puppy and the insides of her eyebrows turned upward. In that moment I realized why I get asked if I'm adopted so much. She has sandy brown thin hair, fair skin, green eyes and a nose as narrow as they come. I stood opposite her with my dark olive skin, black hair, black eyes in a shape that gave away my Filipino culture and a nose that did just that as well. It was easy feeling different in my town. I didn't look like the other kids and didn't act like them either. But I never felt like that at home with mom. She was my home.

"I want you to call me every single day and I mean it." She wagged her finger at me. I gave her a tiny smirk.

"I will."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

She wrapped her skinny arms around my neck and squeezed as hard as she could. So hard that it seemed like she was trying to strangle me unconscious so she could drag me to live with her and her new fiance in Florida. I hugged her back and smiled into her neck. I'd miss her.

"Now boarding Flight 352 to Juneau, Alaska" the speakers bellowed.

"Mom, I gotta go."

"Okay, okay."

She finally released my neck, leaving a huge stain of tears and eyeliner on my favorite Pink Floyd t-shirt. I didn't care though. I'd like the reminder of her while on the plane.

I waved a final goodbye as I made my way towards the gate, choking back tears with every step.

"I love you, Bellamy!"

"Love you too, Mom!" I responded, head down.

Don't let her see you. Don't let her see you. I ordered myself. I didn't want to make this hard on my mother. She already thought I was faking all the excitement for Alaska for her sake, which might be true after all, but I didn't want her heart to break even more. One suffering soul is enough in this family, rather it be mine.

It would take 6 hours to get to Juneau then another 30 minute flight to Sitka. It wasn't too bad honestly. I read through my favorite poetry books, napped, ate, got lost in my own thought space a few times. But overall, not too bad. It was the 30 minute drive from the Sitka air strip to Marcus', or dad's house, that was most grueling. Two introverted people who haven't spoken in two years. I think the weather was our most frequently discussed topic. I felt like we had entered a new time-space dimension and one minute was equal to one Earth year. Luckily, we passed the "Welcome to Sitka" sign so it wouldn't be much longer now.

"Ya got it?" Marcus asked if I needed help with my luggage but I insisted I take it on my own.

"Yeah, I'm good."

Two years didn't change much about the house at all. I think there's a mail basket in the foyer now but that's about it. Even my room is exactly how I left it. Pink Floyd and Nirvana posters, a few epic poems I left near the bed stand. I'm pretty sure they're in the exact same place. Not an inch was out of place.

"I tried to keep everything as is. Didn't wanna chance it, ya know?"

There was a weird silence.

"But if you check the closet I got you everything you need to survive an Alaskan Winter… even though it's March. Didn't think that one through, did I?"

"No, thanks. Dad. Really." I was genuine, but tried a little too hard to show it.

"Not a problem, son."

We exchanged toothless smiles.

"Hey, school tomorrow. Aurora… your mother told me you wanted to jump right in so you'll be expected. It's a small town so they already have a welcoming committee ready for ya."

"Can't say I'm surprised."

We had another toothless grinning pause.

"Well, it's already 11:30 so I should probably head off to bed. It's gonna take me a while to drift off, new surroundings and everything."

Marcus' eyebrows lifted.

"Oh. Yeah. Of course. Let me know if you need anything, okay?"

"Right."

He closed the door behind him and I slumped my shoulders in relief. I was finally alone for the first time in what seemed like weeks. Surprisingly, I was still so exhausted even after my napping spree today. Maybe I'm not even physically tired, just too much is going on for me to want to be conscious. Either way, I still slipped out of my Levis and blue Pink Floyd tee, thumbed over the stain mom left on it and tossed it in my duffel bag. Then I hopped into bed, just in some white briefs. It was cool in the room but I like sleeping almost bare naked and I'd be lying if I said the view wasn't part of the reason. Smirking at my inner superficial dialogue, I fell back off into dream world.

Some inaudible sounds outside the front door disrupted my quick bagel and coffee before school. I thought it was just Marcus but it sounded more like a girl's voice.

"Is he in there?" The girl asked.

"Yeah, go right in." Marcus answered.

I heard her then climb the porch steps, push the door open and enter the foyer.

"Bellamy?"

The voice sounded sort of familiar. I put my coffee down and reluctantly peeked my head around the corner. When I saw her face, the familiar tone suddenly made sense.

"Raven?"

"Bellamy Blake. I'm surprised you even remember my name."

Raven Reyes is an old friend from Sitka. We'd hang every summer since I was 8. She and her family live on secluded lands nestled deeply up in the mountains.

"Of course I do. How could I forget my mischief buddy?"

"Well you didn't write or call or text or tweet or anything for that matter so… yeah." She teased.

I crossed my arms.

"Well neither did you, Ms. Selective Memory Loss."

We both paused for a moment then slumped in synchronized laughter. It didn't take long to settle back into our low blows and cheeky banter. I wish I had some poetic phrase to describe our friendship but we're just…. cool. We don't have to try, things just flow easily like a river. I guarantee that if we stopped talking for the next 10 years, we'd pick up right where we left off like it never happened.

"You might want to watch your tone because I come bearing gifts."

"Oh? And what's that?"

"Your dad wanted me to give you this."

Raven dangled some car keys in front of my eyes and I followed them like I was dog eyeing up bacon strips. I swear a drop of drool spilled out of my mouth.

"I- Is that what I think it is?"

Raven giggled at my bright eyes.

"Yup. Sure is. Marcus is getting a new Ford pick up so you get to have the old one."

In an instant, I flippantly snatched the keys from Raven and jetted out the front door. She followed.

"Hey, Dad! Is this forreal?" I asked while practically skipping down the porch steps.

Marcus was leaned against the black Ford with his arms crossed and a proud smile on his face.

"Yeah, son. It's all yours."

"I-I don't even know what to say." The wide smile on my face was beginning to make my cheeks hurt.

"Don't say anything. Just take good care of her and don't be late for school. Ever. And especially not today, so go."

I dropped my head and smiled at the ground, swinging the key chain around my index finger.

"Thanks, Dad. Really. This is the best welcome to Sitka gift I could've ask for."

"Yeah, yeah. Go."

Before I hopped in, I zipped up my black hoodie and waved goodbye to Raven.

"We'll catch up later. Swear it."

"Uhuh, you swore last time and I didn't see you for 2 years!"

I shook my head and pulled out of the driveway. Even if my first day goes horribly wrong, I have this. This moment is mine and a piss poor first day at school won't ruin it no matter what.

My piss poor day is turning into a shitty day. And everyone knows shit is worse than piss. Sure a piss poor first day won't ruin my happy mood but a shitty one? That just might do it.

One third of the people keep asking to hear my accent, another third are confused by my girlish name and another third just think I'm hot. I'm not a new student, I'm a zoo animal here to entertain the locals with circus tricks. I swear if I'm asked if I surf one more time, I will spontaneously combust into a ball of flames and burn down the entire school. Sighs... The more people I'm surrounded by, the more I lose my myself and am pushed one step closer to psychosis by my insufferable inner dramatic dialogue. But at least it's lunch time, right?

I tensely grabbed a tuna sandwich, a water and an apple. My frustrations with this day are making my body stiffen. Maybe I'm actually dead and rigor mortis is setting in. Still battling with dramatic dialogue, I made my way to a table I was kindly invited to. I didn't have the heart to say No, I'd rather sit all by myself and read Edgar Allen Poe instead of listening to you all mindlessly drivel.

A friendly boy named Monty waved me over. He's sorta been attached to my hip since I arrived. Not sure if he has a crush or not.

"Ladies and gents, this is my main man, Bellamy."

"Thanks, Monty." I smiled as I sat down at one of the round tables, tray in hand.

"So, Mr. Blake," a cute brunette girl named Gina asked "how do you feel about having an entire page in the school newspaper? I'm gonna have to interview you if that's okay."

"About me? Sorry, but I'm not that interesting."

"Oh, come on! Hot California boy comes to small town Alaska? That's as interesting as things can get around here."

I rolled my eyes… well, metaphorically of course.

"I promise you I'm not worth a whole spread. Try something different. Maybe the timelessness of Jane Austen's work or the lack of great tragedies in modern literature."

A long silence fell over the table. Baffled looks were exhanged.

"I thought you said you weren't interesting." Gina teased.

I turned my head to hide a blushing grin when something caught my eye. Or was it someone? Glancing out the cafeteria window, I realized there were two boys almost floating by, another boy and girl were behind them.

"Who are they?" I gestured.

Gina and Monty leaned in. Even the quiet girl next to them (whose name I don't know) leaned in. There was a secretive gleam in their eyes.

"They're the Griffins..." He whispered. "They're all super weird and like… together."

"What?" My eyebrows furrowed.

Two statuesque boys gracefully sauntered in from outside. They held hands and shot a couple flirty looks at each other.

"The guy on left," the nameless girl started, "his name is Wells. The other guy is John. They're like… a thing."

The boy and the girl walked in afterward.

"They're- oh, I'm Lexa by the way," she continued "they're Jasper and Octavia. We're not completely sure but from what we know, Jasper's in love with Octavia but it's kinda unrequited."

Yeah," Monty interjected "she's a total hot head. I dropped my pencil in third period and-"

His voice drowned out. I couldn't tell what was happening but my chest tightened and the entire cafeteria went mute. Everyone suddenly became faint blurry apparitions and the only thing that appeared clear to me was her.

There was another girl behind Jasper and Octavia who I didn't see at first somehow. She appeared to be inhuman, unreal almost. Her beauty was like a divine sculpture sent from the gods. Every inch of her being radiated something spellbinding and mesmerizing, yet unsettling at the same time. Her blonde locks and pale skin were seemingly glowing like an angel and I felt myself entranced by her ethereal nature. I was slipping deeper and deeper in what felt like an hour long vision, but I finally snapped myself out of it.

"Who- who's she?" I sputtered, clawing my way back to lucidity.

"That's Clarke Griffin. Crazy hot but never dated anyone. I think she's a lesbian."

"Lexa, you think everyone is a lesbian. You think I'm a lesbian." Monty snarled.

"That is not true! I mean look at her. How has she never had a date? She's never even been to Homecoming."

She wasn't wrong. How can someone so breathtaking be anything close to single?

Clarke glided over in her dark clothed elegance and sat at a the table in the far corner. Then her eyes traced along the walls and somehow met my eyes. I was frozen solid. The "social norms" part of my brain was yelling at me to look away, but I couldn't. I needed to look back.

We locked eyes for just a brief moment. A chill danced up my spine. But a moment later her blondish-brown eyebrows turned downward and she looked away. I thought we were both staring but by the looks it, it was just me. I was just some creepy horny boy. No wonder she doesn't date anyone around here. I'm such a fucking jerk.

One more period left then I can throw up a middle finger to this entire day and get the hell out of here. I'd say it can't get any worse but every time I do something aggravating or embarrassing happens so I can forget about that. At least it's American Lit.

I puffed out my chest, put on my fake happy face and walked into my final class.

"Bellamy Blake, right?" Ms. Summers asked.

"Yeah, that's me." I replied, still fake grinning.

"Welcome to Sitka High. Your seat's right over there."

I turned my head towards the window where she pointed. No… it couldn't be… she couldn't be… not here… not now… It was her… Clarke Griffin.

We locked eyes again but this time was even worse. She was staring angry daggers of revulsion right into me. Her glare was sharp. I could almost feel it cutting deep into stomach. My breath started to quicken.

I fixed my jaw and found my seat. It was right next to her.

For the next 30 minutes I'd be on the receiving end of the world's deadliest stare. The unnerving feeling in my stomach it gave me had festered into anger. What the fuck was her problem? She may be stunning but it doesn't give her the right to act this way and everyone here is probably too afraid to call her out on it. Fuck this.

"Hey, what's your problem, Princess?" I angrily whispered at her. I didn't want anyone else to hear this. Clarke was already staring at me of course so I was looking directly into her eyes. She was still stiffened with anger.

"Princess?" She scoffed.

"Yeah. Princess. You must think your ass is royal to go staring daggers at people you don't even know."

She squinted and smirked.

"You know nothing."

"Yeah? Well neither do you, Princess. You missed the entire lesson."

"Stop calling me Princess."

"How bout this… I'll stop calling you Princess when you back off… Princess."

We scowled directly into each others coal black eyes. It was as heated a look I've ever given or gotten. My heart was pounding and my palms began to sweat. I was seething. I'm not quick to anger but something about her makes me tick.

But just as quickly as we sparked, it soon fizzled. Her face softened and the rage turned to… sadness? I couldn't make it out but soon I realized that my face matched hers. I wasn't angry anymore. I just wanted to gaze at her for as long as I could.

RING RING RING

The final bell rang and Clarke darted out of her seat then out of the class, never to look back. I was left stunned, motionless in my seat. How was it possible that a complete stranger could make me feel every human emotion in a matter of seconds? Why am I so rattled and unsettled by the tiniest of things she does?

"Mr. Blake?" Ms. Summers interrupted. "Are you okay? Class is over. Everyone has gone."

"Uhh. Yeah. Just thinking."

Of her… and that's all I'd do for the rest of the day.