Bellamy had been worried all day about Clarke. Which was weird. Why was he finding himself caring for the brave princess? Sure, she was hot and all, but that didn't mean she should be crossing his mind more than once a day.
Bellamy had slept with many beautiful women, but no one had the fire that Clarke did. He could see it in her eyes when she got frustrated, or passionate about something. He saw it in the way she protected the people she loved, and people who didn't even deserve her protection. Clarke just had something no one else possessed. She was kind, and rational, and fiercely compassionate.
I used to think Clarke couldn't hurt a fly, but the passion in her eyes tell me something completely different. She can lie to herself all she wants, but she is more like me than she wants to admit.
I see the blonde walking through some of the trees behind the camp. She is looking off into the distance, her hands at both of her sides. Bellamy see's the rise and fall of her beautiful chest. She had obviously been distressed by something.
Must be Finn, he thought bitterly. Oh if there was some way he could get rid of the asshole. Bellamy hated Finn. And that was taking it lightly. If Bellamy had the choice, Finn would have been banished the moment he laid his eyes on Clarke. That bastard thinks he can toy with Clarke while having sex with Raven.
If he hurts her I swear-
Bellamy sees Clarke reach up and wipe at her eyes. He feels the anger boil up within him. If this is because of Finn-
Clarke suddenly makes eye contact with him, and he sees the despair in her beautiful baby blue eyes. He can't help but feeling drawn in by her sinful eyes. She looks away from him, and quickly jogs toward her tent.
Bellamy knows that he should follow after her, but he can't. He can't care about her. He can't. He won't let himself. Caring means more pain. And Bellamy can't take anymore pain.