Chapter Two
A/N Hi guys! Remember reviews are always appreciated; I'd love to hear what you think and how to improve. I'm also looking for a beta so either pm me or post a review saying so if you're interested please!
A/N 2 Also, to fit in with the story Raven came down a bit earlier but the Finn/Clarke um…"incident" still happened. Okay enjoy!
Bellamy's POV
We were all walking silently back to camp as I mentally slapped myself. How could I be so stupid? Clarke was one of the only people he actually had respect for, and she respected him and now all the trust that had developed over the last week or so had disappeared. Just over a week, I thought. That's all we've been down here for, it felt like a lifetime, like I'd never actually been in space, with a sister who was sentenced to death for being alive and a dead mother.
I silently look back at Clarke, who's fiddling with her fingernails. She looks up to meet my stare, clears her throat, and over takes both miler and myself. Miller raises an eyebrow at me and I just shake my head at him as he shrugs it off and jogs to catch up with Clarke. However they weren't far away enough for me to not be able to hear them.
"Hey Clarke, something wrong?" Miller asks, oblivious to what had happened a mere half hour ago. His voice makes Clarke jump as she gives a sharp gasp to which I reply in a low chuckle.
"God, Miller, you scared the hell out of me," Clarke responded "But yeah, everything's fine, I was just thinking about the winter, there must be another bunker like The Art supply one Finn and I found.." Clarke says, lowering her head slightly, quite clearly embarrassed from the memory of her and Finn's little love session. It was just a rumour in camp when there was nothing better to gossip about but Clarke's reaction to her mentioning the bunker made it quite clear that it wasn't just a rumour. I look down and my hands have involuntarily balled into fists. I quickly relax them and push my hair back.
"Yeah, probably but how are we meant to survive winter with art supplies? Draw ourselves warm clothes?" Miller replied, gaining a look from Clarke as he cleared his throat
"Sorry, I'm not a leader, you should be talking about this with Bellamy, not me…um sorry" He said nodding and jogging off to the newly developed wall of our camp that just came into to view. Thankful for Millers quick departure, I jog up to Clarke and stop her from walking any further by gently grabbing her elbow. Obviously not hearing me go up to her, she lets out another quick gasp as she whips her head around to face me.
"God, people need to stop creeping up on me like that!" She says as I chuckle at her, realising that I still have hold of her elbow and let go.
"Clarke, we need to talk" I say, shocked at how serious my voice sounded. She bites on her bottom lip but only slightly, like she always does when she's nervous.
"Bellamy, it was one kiss, I get it .I was vulnerable and had a lot of mixed emotions and you were there. It was a mistake Bellamy." She said before giving a small forced smile as she turns around and is about to start making her way to camp when I catch her wrist.
"Was it?" I say, staring at her straight in watery crystal eyes and worry if she's about to cry. She looks me up and down quickly before releasing herself from my grasp, not meeting my eyes as she whispers weakly,
"Yes"