Yet another update guys! This chapter sees some big changes! This chapter also contains my most favoritest flashback yet! Enjoy :)
Chapter 7
Raven Reyes walked down the filthy street, her heart breaking. She'd been searching for her boyfriend for weeks, worrying and pining, trying desperately not to lose hope. She'd tracked him to the little college town of Broken Shield, California.
Her footsteps were muffled by the wind as she made her way across town, her eyes searching for the familiar face of the man she loved. The scenery changed as she moved into a hipper part of town.
She wrapped her coat around her thin frame, the cold sinking into her bones. She was alone, and her missing love was all she had left. There would be no family to go back to, no friends, if this failed she was stuck- stuck in a strange town with no job and nowhere to stay.
Looking down at her ragged clothes, she was embarrassed. If she did find him, what would he think of her? Would his eyes still hold the light of love, or would he have forgotten all about her?
At one time they had meant so much to one another, then he'd gone off to college. He'd called often, reminding her how he felt about her and then one day the calls stopped.
She'd tried to reach him, fearing the worst, but she never could. She waited, hoping beyond hope that he would just show up. When two months passed with no word, she decided she had to find him.
She went to Berkley, but no trace of him. She'd asked around, someone letting slip a place called Broken Shield. She immediately went in search of the small town, finding it only two days ago.
Raven's gaze moved from her dusty boots to a little coffee shop, "Mount Weather" glowing in bright pink neon. She was just about to walk on by when she noticed two shapes.
Looking closer, the young man had an air of familiarity about him that she would know anywhere. She took off, her footfalls echoing loudly on the hard asphalt. Then she was jerked back, just as an eighteen-wheeler whooshed past.
She looked up into a pair of dark eyes, and then began to struggle.
"Let me go! I have to get to him!"
"Get to who", came his voice, filled with concern.
"My boyfriend, Finn Collins", she answered, her voice shaking.
She felt her rescuer stiffen, his arms dropping from her waist. She was about to rush off again when one of his hands snaked out, grabbing her wrist in an iron-like grip.
"Finn Collins is your boyfriend", the stranger asked darkly.
"Yes, I lost contact with him two months ago."
Clarke sat across from Finn in the Mount Weather Coffee House, sipping on her caramel late. It had been two months since they'd first met, and even though she was still unsure about her feelings she really did like the young astronomer.
He was funny and so easy to talk to. She didn't share the level of communication that she shared with Bellamy, but she still enjoyed his company. Even now he was telling her an astronaut joke, and making her giggle after a long day of classes and tests.
She hadn't felt well all day, but found herself laughing in spite of herself. Then she was staring deeply into his eyes. The blue orbs were shimmering with laughter, and burned with intensity. However, in that instant, memories rushed in- memories of a certain pair of dark brown eyes.
It was a cold November day, only a few days before Thanksgiving. She was sitting on the couch, a pencil in hand and her fingers smudged with charcoal. She heard the front door open, and looked up with a smile to see Bellamy walk through the front door.
"Hey stranger", Clarke said with a grin.
"Hey yourself", he said as he plopped down beside her.
She turned to look at him, finding his head lying on the back of the couch and his eyes closed. Up close she could see the generous dusting of freckles that dotted his cheeks, and the dark eyelashes that fanned across his tan skin.
She went back to her drawing, a picture of the man beside her. After all these years she knew every feature by heart, but it was still nice to be able to study him as she drew.
Clarke was so absorbed with her sketch that she didn't see his eyes flutter open, intent upon her face. When she turned and her gaze collided with his, she found herself staring into his velvety brown eyes.
For someone who'd been through so much in his young life, Bellamy Blake's eyes were still soft, innocent. Sometimes she swore she would drown in the dark pools. They drew her in, held her captive.
She'd always loved the color of his eyes, although he insisted they were just plain old boring brown. That wasn't how she saw them. In his eyes she could see it all- all the pain, love, sorrow, and joy. Nothing was hidden; there were no walls and no masks.
Clarke often wondered if she was the only one permitted the uninhibited view. It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul, and she had seen his with all of its beauty and flaws.
"You're doing it again, Princess", he said, his voice low and quiet.
"What?"
"Staring, like you can see my very soul and decipher all of its secrets."
Clarke smiled at his accuracy, "Maybe I can."
"I doubt you'd like what you see", he said turning his eyes away from her.
Before she could stop herself, Clarke reached out and gently took his chin in her hand. She turned his eyes back to her own, sadness enveloping her at the look of sorrow in their brown depths.
"Bellamy, you're the best big brother in the world not to mention a pretty great friend. When I look at you, I don't see your mistakes. I see you. The infuriating, wonderful man that you are", Clarke said with a grin.
She watched his eyes as the truth of her words sank in, a light sparking and fire igniting.
"Thanks, Princess. What's for dinner?"
Clarke laughed at his change of subject. Bellamy Blake was terrible with emotions, and she decided to let it slide.
"I don't know. I thought we'd have spaghetti", she said, knowing his reaction.
"Mmmm, you really know the way to a man's heart", he said with a groan.
She chuckled and watched him leave to get cleaned up. She smiled to herself as she stared down at her drawing, Bellamy's brown eyes staring back at her.
"Clarke, are you ok?"
Clarke jumped at the sound of Finn's voice with a nervous laugh.
"Yeah, fine. Just lost in thought."
"You had me worried. I've been talking to you for five minutes and I don't think you've heard a word I said."
"I'm sorry, it's been a long day", she said jumping into a story about all the studying she'd been doing and how she'd gotten very little sleep the night before.
Just as he was about to answer, something changed. His face drained of color, and his eyes were glued to the restaurant entrance. She turned around in her seat, her own gaze moving to the big glass double doors.
There in the entrance stood a dark haired young woman, her eyes glued to Finn and a huge smile on her face. Then Clarke saw Bellamy, his eyes were filled with ill concealed rage and then concern as they landed on her.
She could tell that something big was about to happen, and she turned back to Finn, his eyes fixed on the young woman as she approached.
"Finn, I thought I'd never see you again", the young woman said as she hugged him.
Clarke sat in stunned silence, until she finally found her tongue once more.
"Finn, who is this", she asked with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
Finn looked down, his face a mask of guilt. "This is my girlfriend, Raven."
Clarke stood, her chair falling backwards in the process. She could feel her eyes filling with tears, and the room began to spin. One of her hands moved of its own accord to her forehead.
She jerked her fingers back, the heat startling her. She had a fever. She began to sway on unsteady feet, ignoring Finn's concerned gaze and pleading words. All she wanted was to go home.
Clarke gripped the table until her knuckles turned white, her mind reeling with Finn's betrayal. She felt like she was going to retch and her gaze earnestly sought Bellamy.
"Bell", she said weakly.
Then he was there, an arm around her waist.
"Bell, I'm gonna be sick", she whispered.
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