A/N- Thank you so much for reading my story! Don't worry it's not over yet. I just wanted to say that if you like the story then maybe you would like the videos I made for it too. The links are just bellow. Again thanks for reading, following, and reviewing. BTW please review about my video, so I know if they are good or not.

watch?v=RW6geccHdrI

watch?v=xftyxF2wH00

Thanks again.

Polly x

**Clarke**
I fell asleep by that tree, in my dreams I see Bellamy. A really pissed off one. He charges towards me and beats me up. Every punch is like a dagger to the heart. I scream in pain but no one seems to care. But then I see Octavia, holding her dead baby. Guilt overwhelms me.

"I'm so sorry!" I scream, tears streaming from my eyes.

"You're a murderer!" Octavia and Bellamy spit. Then the whole camp starts.

"Murderer! Murderer!" Is coming from everyone's lips. A chant, that's digging into my ears and branded on my heart. Murderer.

***
I'm panting and sweat trickles down my forehead, the moon is bright above the world. I rub my eyes to stop the tears from coming. Then I notice that me hands are covered in blood, I try to wipe it on my clothes. To somehow get rid of it but it's dried its self on to me. I hear twigs snap and I turn around frightened.

"Clarke, it's just me." Bellamy slumps down next to me, he places his hand around my shoulder. "You've been crying." He states.

"Way to state the obvious." I try to laugh but end up crying instead. "I screwed up everything. Octavia hates me. You hate me!"

"It wasn't your fault princess. Nature did it, blame nature." He laughs. "Octavia will come round soon enough, and she doesn't blame you. Trust me."

"You still hate me Bellamy, admit it!" I move away so his arm isn't around me anymore. "After you found out Octavia was pregnant. You didn't talk to me until she was having the baby. Not one thing. Do you know what that felt like?" I pause.

"Clarke-." I wasn't expecting him to answer.

"Guilt!" I break down in tears before running back to camp- praying for no one to notice or follow me.

Sadly, Bellamy does. I hide my face in embarrassment when he enters my tent.

"What do you want Bellamy?" I spit in disgust. "Did you come here to make me feel even more guilty?"

He sits down next to me and stares into my eyes. "No. You were right, I was a selfish d**k head for ignoring you. It's just I've never had a proper relationship lasting more then a night. Me and you, we have something special. I just couldn't handle it."

"Really?" I wipe the tears from my eyes.

He laughs and repeats 'really'. We stare at each other for what seems like forever. He doesn't move at all. Ever few seconds he quickly blinks. I try to stop my self blushing but it's quite hard too. But I make the first move and kiss him. Sharply and quick. Just a peck. Bellamy builds a cocky smile across his face. Which makes me laugh.

"Are you sure?" He asks.

I place his hand over my heart. "I'm sure." That's one of the things I really liked about Bellamy. He always wanted me to be be okay. Feel okay in the moment. This moment. Our lips meet again but more passionately. He smells like trees and water. Fresh air. Earth. His hands go down to my waist and mine pull off his top and go through his hair. Bellamy was sweating and so was I. He kisses the side of my neck and touches my bare back. A shock goes through me when he does, like a rush of adrenaline. I fall back and he falls with me. Our bodies so close, warmth spreading between us. His eyes are closed like mine, thinking this is all a dream but luckily it's reality. We both let groans escape our mouths but we didn't care. We were together, at last, that's what matters. That's how we liked it.

***
The sun is bright and I can hear mine name being called. I open my eyes, to see that I'm naked. Next to me a sleeping Bellamy. I giggle a little and get dress as efficiently as I can. I still try to process the thought in my mind. Bellamy has been ignoring me for months. Once he forgives me I sleep with him. That's stupid. I wake up Bellamy and we both head outside.

"What is it?" Bellamy asks.

"A grounder." He replies, pointing to the entrance of the wall.

"Lincoln?" We all turn to see Octavia coming from the drop ship. She still looks pale, tear stains down her cheek. I think to myself that I still haven't apologized. Bellamy tries to step forward but I stop him. Octavia runs to Lincoln and hugs him tightly, her sobs loud and bold.

"I'm sorry." He tells her. "I love you Octavia." A smile spreads across my face when he says that. "Can I see my baby?"

Octavia's tears start coming again. "Dead." She whisper's. "During labor." She hugs him again. This time I let Bellamy past as he makes his way to the grounder I follow.

"Why else are you hear?" Bellamy asks, no sympathy in his voice.

"A message from the grounders." He replies, taking Octavia's hand. "I chose to fight with you." He smiles at Octavia.

I step forward. "Fight? What do you mean fight?" I ask.

"We are at war." Lincoln states.

I feel the grip on my hand as Lincoln says that. Bellamy was holding my hand tightly. He was trembling. So was I. Now this is horrible. The grounders have declared war.