Chapter 10:

Clarke blinked her eyes rapidly at Oliver, taking in his hard features and his annoyed expression—no, he was angry. The slight crinkle of his eyebrow, the twist of his lips as his teeth fell to them. "I'm going to ask you one time, Clarke—" He said with a stern finger, "One time. And I want you to be honest with me."

Her mind ran through every lie she'd ever told Oliver, most of them involving her plans for revolution. She started to think about the mission she'd sent her friends on—worried, she felt the need to rejoin with them. If he knew of her master plan and looked that angry, he couldn't be on her side about it. How did he know? She stammered, "W-whatever you think is going on, I swear it's no—"

"Are you with Bellamy?" When she didn't immediately respond, he continued on. "I've asked around, you know, about you two. I wanted to know… and then Monty tells me his hand was never injured and I started to get suspicious. So, are you with him?"

Something clicked, "Don't talk to people about my personal life."

"Former people." He snapped, "They aren't your people anymore, Clarke. You don't have a title here. You probably will never have any type of authority here."

"Do you really want to go there?" She stepped forward, "Insulting me because you're hurt."

"Do you really want to go there?"

The previous click in her mind turned into a hard, unrecoverable snap. She narrowed her eyes, her fingernails digging deeply into her palms. "If and how I'm fucking Bellamy is none of your business." Clarke said, "Never talk to my friends about your insecurities again…"

He shook his head, "So, you don't deny it?"

Instead of answering him, she walked away. There wasn't anything to say to Oliver. She could tell by his features that she'd probably lost him as a friend and more importantly as a source. She had Miller and Bellamy, now. Well, she always had Bellamy but she'd never used him as a source. If she needed anything, she would go to Miller.

She was quickly yanked, pulled to Oliver's chest as he stole a kiss from her. His lips were so hard against hers and as she struggled against his grip, he tried to deepen the kiss. Her fists started banging against his chest, "What the hell are you doing?" She screamed, tears filling her eyes. "How could you do that?"

"I'm better than him."

Meanwhile…

Bellamy was faces the consequences of his actions, his hair dripping with sweat as he finished running the necessary laps around camp. Octavia was waiting for him with a bottle of water and a serious expression on her face. "Something wrong?"

"Depends on your definition of wrong." Octavia started, "I talked to Lincoln."

"Yeah?"

"For the life of him, he can't understand how Clarke and Lexa are working together. The alliance was destroyed, it doesn't make sense. Lexa could easily take the Camp right now, according to Lincoln at least. If not take, surely weaken long enough to make another plan. She has mass amounts of alliances…" Bellamy started to process what his sister was saying. He wondered if he had been right to distrust the Commander in the beginning. Was Clarke so gullible that she put her trust in the wrong person? It wouldn't be the first time…

He exhaled, "What are you getting at Octavia?"

She held her hands up in defense, begging him to understand the concept she planned to present. "Lexa is in love with Clarke."

Bellamy snorted, "In love with Clarke?"

"And maybe Clarke has feelings for her too." Octavia said calmly, "I mean…she hasn't been with anyone since Finn and now it's come to light that she's been privately meeting with the Commander, who so graciously wants to offer her land and other little prizes. Maybe Clarke and Lexa are involved."

And all Bellamy could think about was Oliver and how Clarke would do anything for her people. He clenched his jaw, "I don't think that's true."

"Wow, you almost sound jealous." She remarked, "I just thought you should know the angle Lincoln's getting at. He says that Lexa's been sneaking off a lot lately. No one knows why… I don't think she's planning on double-crossing Clarke. I just think something is up."

He was mad.

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Clarke looked at the light pink plus sign and shook the shit out of the test she stole from the medical bay again. "No, no, no…" Tears poured from the rims of her eyes, water droplets running down her face like knives. She sat on her bed, legs crossed with the wool blanket over her lap. "I'm pregnant." She knew it but having undebatable proof that she was knocked up frightened her—scared her beyond anything. And she hadn't seen Bellamy all day and she was starting to think it was on purpose. She even saw Miller once or twice and usually they were connected at the hip.

Knock, Knock, Knock…

She fell off the bed with a loud crash, almost in a laughable way as she hurriedly went to her door. She stood up, brushing herself off before opening the door. Bellamy moved past her, pacing around her before turning around to look into her eyes. "Today has been an interesting day." He claimed and Clarke darkly snorted at the concept. "And I know you don't want to talk about it but tough shit, Clarke. We're talking about it." He furrowed his eyebrows, "Were you crying?"

She sniffled, "No."

He shook his head, "Whatever lie to me, Clarke. Go ahead."

"I'm really not that dishonest, Bellamy." She reminded herself of Oliver's desperate plea for her honesty. She shrugged, "So what? I committed espionage but that doesn't make me a pathological liar." Her eyes drifted as she tried to look away from him to the pregnancy test, the stark white color completely contrasting with the dark metal floors. "Uh…hey, so we should take this somewhere else."

"No, we're talking about this now!" He exhaled, "I know this is important to you. This rebellion is important to me, too but if you're…" Prostituting yourself "…meeting the needs of people to get this far and secure a future, then it's not worth it."

"What?"

He sighed, "It doesn't make sense that Lexa is simply giving you this land."

"She's a friend."

"She's in love with you." Bellamy corrected her, "She is in love—"

Clarke closed her eyes tightly, knowing that he saw it.

The test.

Shit.

"Is that a pregnancy test?"

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