She hadn't spoken to him in over a week. Instead, she busied her days with her medicine. In the mornings, she would meet with Lincoln for about an hour. He would show her different plants and flowers and along with their medicinal purposes. Clarke would spend the remainder of the morning intricately sketching each plant and summarizing its use at the bottom of the paper. She hoped that eventually, she could put all her pages together into a book.
By the afternoon, she started training a small group of delinquents with her knowledge of medicine from the ark. She taught them how to triage in case of an attack. She taught them how to treat wounds ranging from minor to severe. Each intern, as Clarke would call them, was attentive and eager to learn.
She felt stupid. She felt stupid for falling for him. She felt stupid for even hooking up with him to begin with. She trusted him. As much as she hated to admit it, she even cared for Bellamy. Maybe, Bellamy was sincerely sorry for what he had said, but he still said what he said. He still thought those words.
Bellamy spent days trying to get Clarke to listen, and each time, she walked away or ignored him. He finally took the hint. Not talking to her killed him. Only seeing her from across the camp absolutely killed him. He couldn't understand why it killed him because he didn't fall for her. It was Clarke. They were co-leaders.
He couldn't understand why he kept turning away all of the girls that would come onto him. However, there was one that he didn't turn away, but it wasn't the same. She wasn't the same.
She wasn't as beautiful as Clarke. She wasn't as driven as Clarke. She wasn't as brave as Clarke. She just wasn't Clarke.
He regretted all that he had said. He was hurt, and he was jealous.
He cared, and he hated that he cared. He hated the way that she made him feel. He wasn't supposed to fall for her. In fact, they weren't even supposed to be friends, and there was still something about her that caused him to care deeply for her.
She was Clarke. She managed to unknowingly change his opinion about her. He was wrong about her. She wasn't privileged. She wasn't spoiled as everyone else made her out to be. Instead, she was strong. She was brave. She was beautiful, smart, and kind.
Bellamy looked down at his hand. Blood poured out from a cut in his palm. He had cut himself on a piece of wood that was to be used for one of the cabins. He dropped the piece of wood and held his bleeding hand in his other. He slowly walked over and to the drop ship.
"I know that you don't want to talk to me and that I'm probably the last person you want to see right now, but I'm kind of bleeding right now. So, could you please take a look?" Bellamy said as he walked up to Clarke. She looked at the interns and they walked to another area of the drop ship.
"Let me see," Clarke sighed. He lifted up his hand. She was careful not to make eye contact with him. "Sit."
Bellamy sat on the bench, and Clarke walked away to grab a bandage and gauze. She walked back up to him and began reached for his hand. He looked up at her and watched as she poured a liquid on his palm. He winced when it burned and watched as the red blood turned into a white foaming substance.
"I didn't mean it, and I never should have said it." Clarke looked away and failed to hide the tear trickling down her cheek. She sniffed and wiped the tear away with her forearm. She gently placed the gauze on his palm.
"But you still said it anyway," Clarke said. She began to wrap his hand, but she stopped and looked over her shoulder. "Octavia, can you wrap your brother's hand? I need some air."
Clarke took a deep breath and walked out of the dropship. She rounded the corner and waited until she was out of sight before she sprinted into the woods. She went to the only place she could think of- the Art Supply Store.
Octavia looked at Bellamy with a curious face.
"What was that about, Big Brother?"
"It's nothing," Bellamy said. He looked back down.
"It didn't look like nothing. What did you do?"
"I may have jumped to conclusions about something and overreacted."
"Typical," Octavia interrupted. Bellamy shot her an annoyed look.
"I said things that really hurt her, and now she won't even talk to me. I've been trying to apologize, but, O, I don't think she'll ever forgive me."
"Since when did you even start caring that Clarke Griffin won't give you the time of day?" Octavia asked. She paused to think. "Oh my god."
"What?"
"You care about her."
"No I don't," Bellamy lied, but there was no point In lying when he knew his sister saw right through him.
"Who are you, and what have you done with Bellamy Blake?" Octavia joked. Bellamy let a small smile come across his lips. "Seriously though, I thought you two hated each other."
"Not so much anymore. We hooked up a few, well, several times, and I think it was starting to turn into something more, but I screwed it all up."
"What! When?" Octavia asked.
"Maybe about a month and a half ago," Bellamy said. His sister's reaction startled him.
"A month?!" Octavia shouted. All eyes in the drop ship fell on them. She turned around, "Mind your own business."
"O, it's not that big of a deal," Bellamy said. Octavia looked back at her brother.
"Do you have feelings for her?" She asked. Octavia's interrogation caused Bellamy to roll his eyes.
"No. Yes. Maybe, I don't know."
"Well, then it is a big deal! How did whatever you overreacted about make you feel?"
"It made me jealous, and I know I had no right to be since it's not like we were even together. I mean, it was just sex, but there was something about her that made me change the way I feel. When I'm with her, it's like we're the only two people on this planet, and I get this feeling that doesn't go away. It's not a bad feeling; it's a really, really good feeling," Bellamy smiled. "I can't help but smile whenever I see her because she's Clarke. She's beautiful, and she's brave. She's not what everyone makes her out to be. She's an exceptional leader and an incredible person, and that's why I like her so much."
"Bell, I don't think you like her," Octavia said with a grin.
"What? O, I just told you how I feel about her, and you think I don't like her."
"You're an idiot, Big Brother!" Octavia said with a laugh. She lightly smacked him on the side of his head. "I spent sixteen years hiding under the floor, and even I can see that you don't just like her. You love her!"
Bellamy smiled. "Yeah, I guess I do."
"You need to tell her."
"How? You saw her earlier. She won't even look at me, much less listen to me. I said some really unforgivable things."
"What more do you have to lose? Go find her. Tell her exactly what you just said. She may not forgive you yet, but she can't ignore what you just told me."