*It should be noted that Bellamy identifies as pansexual in this fic so he does comment and express when he finds someone of the same sex attractive* Enjoy chapter 2 and leave a review!

Chapter Two

"Clarke Griffin," I mumbled to myself in bed as I stared up at the ceiling, hands folded behind my head.

A few days had past and there was no sign of Clarke. A few days turned into a whole week. Every day at lunch and American Lit, I stared at the door waiting for her to finally come back. But nothing… What was I expecting? We had the world's worst first encounter. She'll probably punch me in the mouth next time she sees me so I don't know why I wait, watch and repeat every single day. Either way, forget about our first encounter. Forget the intense feelings she made me have. It doesn't matter because Clarke Griffin never existed. Or at least that's what I say to convince myself to get over it. I still needed to be sure though. That's it. Tomorrow at lunch I'm going to ask one of her siblings where the hell she is.

...

It was lunch time. I took my usual seat at Monty's table, right where I can keep an eye on the cafeteria door. I'm not sure if anyone has noticed me constantly looking over-

"Why do always look over there?" A cute boy named Miller asked.

Shit.

"Over where?"

"At the outside door," he giggled.

"Oh. Uh… I. Ya know. It's just," I glanced left and right frantically. Do I lie? "It's just a nervous habit. I like to keep an eye out… for doors."

Miller, Monty, Lexa and Gina stared at me. Monty began to nod.

"You're weird, man. But I like it." Monty added.

I smiled. They were all quirkier and different from the people back home, but that's what I like about them. Everyone's genuine and makes me laugh while they're at it. And they stopped asking to hear my accent so that's a plus.

The outside cafeteria door slammed shut. I glanced up so quickly I felt my eye muscles strain. It was the Griffins, but still no Clarke. I knew she wouldn't be there but I still had to get answers.

The Griffins found their seats at their usual table near the window. They were still their beautiful statuesque selves. Not a hair out of place.

"I'll be right back." I got up, took a deep breath and started walking over to them.

After just a few steps, they all simultaneously looked up at me as if they knew I was coming over. I fixed my jaw, puffed out my chest and kept walking. Eight anticipating eyes made me uneasy, but I'm no coward.

"Hey," I said as I approached "I'm Bellamy… Blake."

Each of them just sat there stoically and stared blankly into my eyes.

"Bellamy… Blake… I met your sister last week. Clarke..."

"Yes. Clarke." Wells Griffin finally said. His skin was beautifully dark bronze. His eyes were a golden color with reddish embers in them.

"Yeah…"

"Well is there something we can help you with?" The pale skinned, golden eyed Jasper asked.

They don't seem to know about our argument.

"Yeah. I was wondering where she was. We met that day, had class together then nothing. Should I be worried?"

Jasper turned to Octavia. Wells eyed John who sat to his left.

"Clarke's fine. She just needed some time off." John explained. He was pale skinned with burgundy-brown eyes instead. He had a snakish look about his face.

Once more they all just… stared at me. Most of their faces were blank, but the girl Octavia seemed like she had something to say or like she knew something. I gave her a curious look. Maybe she'd tell me if we were alone.

"Okay. Just tell her that the guy from English class asked about her. He's concerned."

Robotic nods went around the table. Then I walked away after giving Octavia another hinting look. I hope the others didn't catch it.

…

After school I waited for Octavia next to my truck. It's possible she didn't get the hint but I'm pretty sure she did… and I was right.

I opened up the door to wait in my truck, but before I could get it even halfway open someone slammed it shut.

"Jesus! You almost took my thumb off! What the-"

"Clarke." Octavia interjected.

I was silenced.

"What do you want with her?"

I shook my head. "I don't want anything. She just… we had a moment class."

"What kind of moment?" She asked impatiently.

"I don't know. She seemed angry at me and we never even met. I asked her what her problem was and we sort of argued. I… I just don't know. I want to her I'm sorry."

She paused and used her reddish-brown eyes to stare into mine.

"I believe you."

I nodded.

"So where is she?"

"She's in town. I don't know where exactly but I know she's around."

"Do you have any idea where I can find her?"

Octavia looked around, unsure if she should tell the whole truth.

"Look, all I know is she likes to walk the Starry Path around midnight sometimes. Check there."

I turned my head towards the forest for just a moment.

"I remember where that-"

I turned back towards Octavia and she was gone, disappeared. There was no sign of her at all. Like she had vanished into thin air.

My mouth hung open as I peered around looking for her, but the parking lot was completely empty.

I'm another step closer to believing I'm insane.

…

The Starry Path is probably the most beautiful thing about Sitka. It's a cemented walkway that snakes throughout the entire forest. At night, the sky practically sparkles and the North Star is always visible while walking the path. It's especially miraculous when the northern lights are active. It's no wonder why Clarke loves to go there.

I stood at the opening of the walkway and checked my watch.

11:58 PM it read. Right on time.

I didn't know if she was already on the path but I figured we'd run into each other either way so I started walking it. It's such an eerie feeling to walk the path and I'll never get used to it. I was surrounded by tall trees and the only light source is the night sky. It kinda feels like being put in a straight jacket and thrown in the back of a trunk. The worst part is I can only see the path. Nothing else is lit so it's a shadowy blackness around me. The hairs on my arms stood up.

I walked for about 10 minutes along the Starry Path. After a bit, the nervousness wore off and I was starting admire the view. I bent my head back to see all I could. The tree's dark canopy was silhouetted, the sky was bluish black, and the stars gleamed against the Earth. A few of them twinkled. I imagined it was angels winking at me. The thought made a wide smile stretch across my face.

CRACK

A tree branch broke behind me. I whipped my head around to see who or what it was.

"H-hello?" I asked the darkness. "Hello! Is someone there?"

Some leaves bristled in the total opposite direction. I whipped my head around again. My breaths began to quicken and my eyes were like saucers. More leaves were shuffled around in the direction the first branch broke. It forced my head to whip around a third time.

Then there was a pause and the entire forest was mute. The only audible sound was the pounding of my heart and my rapid breaths. It's like someone pulled the sound cord on the world.

I thought for a moment. The thought was ridiculous, but I decided to go with it anyways.

I waited… swallowed… clenched at my hoodie... then said it…

"C-Clarke?"

Out of the darkness, a black clothed being emerged. They had completely blended into the shadows but their stone pale hand allowed me to make out what it was. Her stunning face was the last thing out of the blackness and into the walkway. My heart sunk.

Her unreal beauty stunned me once again. But the starlight shining on her made her even more mystifying tonight. She was an angelic being wrapped in darkness. That juxtaposition left me in a state of motionless wonderment. I was in awe.

"Why are you following me?" She asked in a soft, yet stern tone.

I found it difficult to breathe.

"I-I-I wasn't following you."

"Don't lie to me. Please. I don't know when you're lying."

"I swear. I was only looking for you."

"So you were following me." She moved toward me and my heart skipped a beat.

"No. No I-I. I haven't seen you since we met. I guess I was just worried about you."

Clarke scoffed.

"You were worried about me?"

My eyebrows furrowed. It's like she couldn't believe anyone could ever worry for her.

"Yeah. I was."

"Look, kid-"

"Kid? I thought we were passed name calling, Princess." I smirked a little.

"Listen to me," Clarke urged while moving even closer to me. We were nearly toe to toe. "Do yourself a favor and stay as far away from me as you possibly can. You'll thank me later."

She looked my face up and down then turned away to start walking.

"But wait! You don't even know my name."

"It's Bellamy."

"How did you know?"

She turned back around.

"Ms. Summers said your name when you first walked into class."

"Oh..."

"Goodbye, Bellamy."

"Clarke… look, at least let me walk you home. It's midnight. Neither of us should be out by ourselves."

"It's Sitka. Nothing ever happens in Sitka."

"It's Earth. Anything can happen anywhere. Just let me walk you home and then I'll leave you alone. Promise. I'll even ask Ms. Summers to move my seat."

I couldn't tell but it seemed like the corner of her mouth flinched. She put her head down and returned her face to statuesque perfection.

"How's about I walk you home?"

"Deal."

We had another silent exchange of looks. Her moonlit eyes weren't jet black like the first day we met, they were like a sweet red wine. Staring at them for too long was like hypnosis, so I put my head down, stuffed my hands in my jeans' pockets and edged forward a bit to head back. She walked along side me to my left.

After a few steps I finally gave voice to the noiseless, chilly air.

"Last week… I didn't mean to be so angry."

"Forget it. It wasn't your fault."

"Either way. You left. I didn't want that."

"You may not know it now but it is what you want. It's for the best."

"Why do you think that?"

"Just drop it, alright?" She shot a glare at me.

"Okay, okay."

We continued on.

"Let's just skip the heavy stuff," I suggested.

"Why'd you come here?"

"Like I said, I wanted to find you. Apologize."

"No, I meant here as in Sitka."

My eyebrows raised.

"Oh… my mother remarried and he had to move to Florida for work."

"So why come here?"

"I'm not sure. I mean I like Tom, her husband, but… I don't know. I just want her to be happy. She took care of me by herself for half my life. She deserves some time alone."

Clarke's eyebrows turned down as if she was analyzing my face.

"So now you're unhappy?"

My pace slowed a bit and I looked up at her. I didn't know what to say.

"Sorry," she said softly. "I just… I have a hard time figuring you out."

"I can say the same about you."

We approached the opening the Starry Path. I was going to turn right and lead her to my house but she interrupted.

"Bellamy."

"Yeah?"

We were facing each other now.

"I think I should go home."

"Okay. I'll walk you."

"No. I should go. Alone."

I nodded.

"Alright. Will I see you at school Monday?"

She smiled a little. It gave me a flutter in my stomach.

"Yeah."

I smiled back.

"Good."

We gazed into each others eyes momentarily. Hers were enchanting and were pulling me in once again. I was helpless against her rare beauty. So mesmerized by her divinity, I barely noticed the 18-wheeler approaching. It whizzed right passes us, honking and polluting the air. The sudden gush pushed me back and I nearly fell backward. After, I found my balance once again and took some deep breaths as I watched the monster of a vehicle go by.

"That was close, huh?" I exclaimed, turning back around to Clarke. "Clarke?"

I looked around and she was gone. It was nothing but me, the starry night and the crisp air that made me wrap my arms around myself.

Where did she go? Or how did she go? I turned for just a few seconds.

Baffled, I glanced up and down the road once more. There was absolutely nothing. I was all alone. But just as I was about to start walking home, I noticed something reflect off the moonlight. I repositioned myself to see where it was coming from. A tiny gleam hit my eye and it was coming from the ground. I walked a few yards and as I approached, I realized it was a… blood bag?

I knew it would be unsafe to touch, so I only knelt down and got a closer look at it. Why the hell would there be a blood bag on the side of the road? I bent my head down to read it.

WHOLE BLOOD TYPE O Rh NEGATIVE

VOLUNTEER DONOR

PROPERTY OF: Redcross Donation Center Sitka, Alaska

There was bar code and a bunch of numbers, but there was a blue sticker below it.

COLLECTED BY: Dr. Abigail Griffin, MD