Bellamy stumbled over his words as he spoke to Maya; that Mount Weather was sending a missile towards the Grounders and the people of the Ark and that they needed to warn their people – what were they going to do? It took a minute for it to dawn on her face; her eyebrows raised and she opened her mouth but no sound came out.
"Oh, God," she said, looking over her shoulder to see if anybody was watching them. Bellamy found himself doing that as well; looking for the wandering eye, the second glance. It made him feel on edge and it made him feel stupid. He wanted to get out of Mount Weather as soon as possible. Bellamy had a quick and sudden thought; what would happen to Maya after all of this was over? What if they failed and Maya was found out? What would they do to her? What would she do if they succeeded?
"I know," he huffed. They were gathered in the Mess Hall for breakfast; which made Bellamy feel even more on edge. He had found Maya and started talking over her failed attempts at greeting him, skipping the hello and getting straight to the missile. So many thoughts were swirling through his head; what about Clarke? Octavia? Raven? Without them, Bellamy had no chance of getting out of Mount Weather alive, let alone with their friends. He clenched his jaw and started to turn when Maya grabbed his arm.
"We have to tell your girlfriend about this, c'mon," she started tugging him, not seeming to notice that Bellamy's step had faltered.
"What?" he asked, regaining his footing as they walked out of the Mess Hall and into the hallway. Girlfriend, he thought. I didn't hear that right.
"We have to tell Clarke?" Maya said it like it was a question, turning around and staring up at him, looking at him weirdly. "We don't really have a lot of time," she said.
Bellamy knew that. "What did you say first?" he asked.
Maya seemed impatient, looking over her shoulder once again. Bellamy did the same. "Clarke needs to know." She smiled at somebody walking past, eyes full of panic but her face very still.
"No – not that," he said and he stepped around her and they started walking again. "What did you say exactly?" A man walking past gave him a weird look because he had his hand on his gun. Bellamy knew that he probably should look more relaxed, but whenever he took his hand off, his stomach felt icy cold and his fingers itched for the feeling of it, for the safeness it gave off.
"We need to tell your girlfriend about this." Maya said, huffing like she didn't get it. A second later, though, her cheeks pinked. "Wait," she turned to look up at Bellamy and his face said it all and she started giggling. It was the first time Bellamy had ever heard her laugh, or seen her smile with real intentions, and she brought her hand up to cover her mouth as her shoulders shook.
Bellamy creased his eyebrows and glared at her. He wanted to tell her to stop but they were already inside the room and he was rushing towards the radio, itching to talk to Clarke. Maya's giggles grew louder when he did that. He stopped a step away, turning and raising his eyebrows, "what's so funny?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing," Maya shrugged, looking away. She bit her lip and Bellamy turned to the radio. He flicked the switch and grabbed the microphone. Just as he brought it to his lips, though, he heard another giggle coming from Maya. He quickly turned towards her, eyebrows creased in questioning. "I call bullshit," she mumbled, watching him through creased eyes.
Bellamy didn't know what to say to that, so he just turned back to the radio. "Clarke?" he asked as Maya winked and flashed him a huge grin.
But the moment only lasted for a second, because then Bellamy was telling Clarke about the missile and it didn't seem okay to be smiling, so Bellamy looked down at his feet as he spoke, imagining that Clarke was right in front of him and talking to him and not miles away at Camp Jaha.