My Note: The song for this chapter is Something by Escape the Fate. Love that song as well :) The world of The 100 belongs to somebody who sadly isn't me and I just meddle in it. Be Kind. Rewind. Or in this case, Review. Lol.
Raven Isn't All She's Cracked Up To Be
Three Years Earlier - Bellamy's Marriage to Raven
Blue orchids. Beautiful, blue orchids were everywhere. They lined the pews and even decorative ones covered the cake. The cake was three tiers high and the blue of the flowers was a sharp contrast to the white frosting. The Blake's backyard had really been transformed into something straight from a fairytale. It looked like a patch of land that hadn't been touched by civilization for hundreds of years except for the cherry wood pergola waited at the end of the aisle with vines and white lilies hanging from it.
"Well what do you think Clarke?" Bellamy asked when my eyes finally locked with his. He stood under the pergola like he was waiting for me with his broad, confident stance. Like the vows he was about to say to her, were really meant for me. I cleared my throat and walked down the aisle to stand beside him.
"It's really beautiful Bell," was all I could manage. I had to be happy for his happiness, even if it caused me sadness. It's like he took my every wedding fantasy, everything that I'd ever shared with him, and made it a reality for her.
"Do you think she'll like it?" He pursued the conversation like he thought I gave a fuck.
"She'll love it," I said tight lipped. I wasn't lying. She would love it. It was amazing and every detail screamed of his love for her.
"Why are you acting so weird?" He asked with his eyebrows pulled together in confusion. I wanted to reach my hand out and smooth the lines it caused on his perfect face, but my hand stayed at my side. He deserved the future wrinkles it would cause.
"I just don't know why you are rushing into this. You're only 18. You have your whole life to get married. You have your whole life to find the perfect girl," I reasoned.
"You're too young to understand. She's it for me. You'll understand when you're older and you've been in love," Bellamy answered.
"I'm 15. Not five. No matter how old I get, I'll never understand stupidity." I lashed out. I walked quickly back down the aisle pissed, hurt, and wishing that whole conversation had never taken place.
"Do you love him?" I heard Octavia ask Raven when I walked pass the room they were getting ready in. She answered with a bubbly, girly laugh. She didn't even answer with actual words. It was utterly irritating and made me want to throw up even more. "Okay just checking. Does it annoy you that Clarke follows him around like he's the sun and she's lost orbiting around him?" Octavia asked. And that hurt me bad. I knew I hasn't discrete about my feelings but Octavia was my best friend and Bellamy's sister. Talking to Raven about me... It just didn't seem right.
Raven stopped applying her eyeliner and looked suddenly very serious. "It used to. I told him that she was a lost puppy that he needed to stop feeding. But he explained that she's like his little sister. Like you Octavia. She never had any siblings growing up and looks up to him." Yeah it could be that, or maybe I was madly in love with him. It's all up to interpretation though.
Despite the earlier fiascos, I was standing beside Bellamy when Raven walked down the aisle to marry him. Her long, black hair was half up and half down. The ends of her hair were curled and not a single hair was out of place. She gave me a dirty look when she reached us. She had hated the idea of me being Bellamy's best man since he had told her. I hated it just as much, but I never had possessed the ability to tell that boy the word no. Bell's hazel orbs found her brown ones and all annoyance with me left her face. They looked at each other as if they were the only people in the world. The jealousy I felt left my entire chest burning as if it were on fire. The rest of the night was kind of a blur and I don't remember much. The thing I remembered most, the thing that gave me nightmares, was the look of pure joy he had when he told her, "I do." Not only had she gotten my dream wedding, but she also got my dream boy.
