**Clarke**
Octavia and Bellamy stumble into camp, she looks in pain. As if every step she takes agony shakes through her whole body. Looking directly at her I see that her feet are swollen. Octavia has a deepening frown glued to her face. She doesn't seem to notice that we have been worrying about her, maybe she doesn't even care. Bellamy tries to help Octavia but she just rushes past him. Her hair is dark and messy. Yet she doesn't seem hurt, actually happy. As if she has had the time of her life. Something about her is different, the way she moves. The way her body somehow looks like she's bigger. But we have been starving for the past weeks. I hope she's okay. Once she enters the camp, she ignores everyone else and walks straight towards me.
"Clarke. We need to talk in private." She states, not a hint of feeling in her face.
"Okay." I reply and then she takes my arm and basically drags me to a tent. Zipping it up tightly. Checking for any eavesdroppers.
"I'm sorry." And then she breaks down into tears. Octavia's face turns bright red. Embracing me tightly, she just cries. I sniff the smell of her hair, sea water. Trees. The ground. Earth. After breaking the embrace she just smirks. Sarcastically, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I was so stupid."
"What?" I ask, taking her hands in mine. "Tell me Octavia. What happened when you ran away?"
"Clarke. I've stopped." Her whole body turning cold. "I didn't happen when it was suppost too."
"No. No. No. Octavia, I'm so sorry." I move around her and start unzipping the tent. "We have to tell Bellamy."
"Are you crazy no!" She shouts re-zipping the tent back up. "Clarke you have to listen to me. Do not tell Bellamy!"
My whole face goes pale, not tell Bellamy? He needs to know. Bellamy will help her- he has to help her. "He will help you. We have to tell him you're pregnant." I exclaim.
"Clarke, I told you because I trust you. Please trust me back. I will stop this." She tells me.
"I.." I'm not sure how to answer this question. How can I do this to Bellamy? But Octavia, she needs me. "I'll keep your secret." I unzip the tent and I'm about to walk out.
"Thank you Clarke." She stops me.
"Don't thank me yet, when you start getting a lump- you'll have Bellamy to answer too." I try to smile but I just exit. Where I come face to face with Bellamy.
"Is she okay, what's wrong?" He asks, so much concern on his face.
This was my chance to make the right decision. Tell Bellamy the truth, he deserves it. But Octavia, she's having a baby. "Yep she's fine." I smile, hiding my teeth. Lying to him was one of the hardest things I've ever done. I quickly walk past him. But he grabs my arm.
"Princess, are you okay?" Bellamy asks.
I nod efficiently. Turn my head and feel him pulling on me again.
"Hey." I turn around and suddenly feel his lips on mine. As I break away, we just rest forehead to forehead. As if we have always belonged there.
"I have to go." I smile, letting go of the connection.