notes at the end. please don't hate me for this chapter.
Clarke stood at the alter, her arms around Bellamy's neck, and her lips pressed to his. She could never imagine a happier moment in her life. He kissed her with so much passion and love she became weak at the knees. She wanted to stay in this moment forever. The entire wedding was like a dream to her, it was too perfect.
However, they broke their kiss when hearing a blood curdling scream. Suddenly, Octavia ran from the bushes, her eyes wide staring at the both of them. "Clarke.. Why. Why did you do this.. to.. me.." Octavia managed to say. She then fell to her knees, coughing up bright red blood. Clarke screamed her name and tried to run over to her, but she stepped on something. Not something, someone. She looked down and saw Jasper beneath her feet. His pale, lifeless body was as cold as ice and covered in blood. She looked back at Octavia, now flat on the ground, but now surrounded by all the teenagers in the hundred. They all laid there, pale hollow bodies drenched with blood.
Clarke reached her arm out to grab Bellamy but her hand felt nothing. She turned to see she was standing alone. She looked at her shaking hands, now covered with blood. "Bellamy?!" she screamed terrified looking for him.
"You caused this." Bellamy said walking in from the tree line, across the clearing, his voice loud, deep, and angry. His hair was back, and he was in the guards uniform he came down in. He looked at her like he never even knew her. "This is war, and after we will no longer have a princess." She was suddenly grabbed by two of Bellamy's original followers. Clarke tried to move her arms free but she couldn't move.
The next time she looked forward, Bellamy was suddenly in front of her. He pulled out the gun he used to shoot Chancellor Jaha and loaded it. He then put the gun against Clarke's forehead.
"Goodbye princess." he said with an evil smirk, and pulled the trigger.
Clarke shot out of bed with a scream. Sweat dripped from her forehead. Her hear was beating faster than she ever thought possible. Bellamy also awoke from her scream. "Clarke! What is it? Whats wrong!" he asked in a panic.
"I.. I had a nightmare.. I'm fine." she said quietly and wrapped her arms around his neck not noticing him stiffen at her touch. "You were right, a perk of being married is that we don't have to wake up alone anymore." she then threaded her hands in his hair and pressed her lips against his. Being with him felt different than she did at the wedding. It felt more real.
Just after a few moments of getting lost in the kiss, she realized his lips weren't moving against hers. They were frozen in place. He didn't push her away, but he also didn't kiss her back or pull her towards him. She pulled back, and tried to look at his face in the darkness of their tent. His expression was serious and stone cold.
"Bellamy. Whats wrong? Are you having second thoughts? You weren't yesterday at the wedding. Your vows said you weren't having second thoughts." Clarke asked with confusion, still half asleep.
Bellamy's expression turned from serious so confused. "What are you talking about Clarke? Weren't you at the meeting yesterday? The rain is delaying the wedding the next few weeks. We aren't married and last night showed you didn't even want to." he said with slight bitterness.
They sat in silence as Clarke remembered the night before.
It all started during dinner the night before. Clarke was eating with Octavia, Jasper, and Monty when Finn decided to get Clarke to change her mind.
"Clarke we need to talk." Finn said in a serious tone. Clarke agreed because whenever he usually needed to talk to her, it was something important.
"What is it?" she asked standing up and following him a few feet away from the group.
"Why are you still going through with this wedding? Have you even thought that you're going to be wed to Bellamy. Bellamy for Christ's sake. The manipulative, unfeeling, unfaithful, Bellamy. You're never going to be happy with him. He's going to sleep with other people and just manipulate you so he can get what he wants. He's done it before, what makes you so sure he won't do it again." Finn declared. "Unlike Bellamy, I love you, Clarke. I am in love with you."
Before Clarke could even speak, Finn's hands were behind her neck and lips crushing against hers. Clarke was frozen in shock, her eyes wide. Before she could push him away, she saw Bellamy frozen as well, staring straight at her and Finn. He then turned around and stormed to their tent.
Clarke shoved Finn away and started to run to their tent.
"Bellamy!" she shouted as she ran, her legs moved faster and faster.
"Bellamy!" she yelled as she ran though the flaps of the tent. She saw him sitting there, his back turned and looking at the maps laid out on the table in front of him. His hands were bunched into fists and she noticed there were small drops of water on the map. Tears.
"Bellamy.." she said walking toward him. The moment she could almost see his face, he turned away from her.
"Bellamy. That's not what it looked like. He kissed me and-"
"And you had nothing to do with it. I get that, but you didn't push him away either." he interrupted. If he was crying, he sure had a very put together voice. It was low and quiet, almost like when he broke down at the supply depot.
"I was just in shock, Bellamy. It took me a second to realize what was happening. I'm so, so sorry." she whispered.
A long moment of silence passed before Bellamy finally turned around spoke. "I gave you everything I had." He looked at the ring around her finger. "You promised me that we would at least try to have a regular marriage. That meant that we stayed true to one another. But obviously that means nothing to you." he said bitterness and anger.
Clarke remembered what Finn said. 'He's done it before, what makes you so sure he won't do it again.' She started to get angry.
"Look who's talking, Bellamy." she yelled. "Who's the one who has slept with everybody in this damn camp? You are! What's going to make me think that you won't do it again!" her anger started to boil up inside her.
"Says the person who slept with a guy, who already has a girlfriend! Even when you found out you still pined over him! I haven't slept with anybody in months, no matter how insane it is making me, I'm waiting for you! I don't want anybody else! But you apparently still want spacewalker!" he spat with anger and venom.
"All you care about is getting laid Bellamy. I'm not going to be one of your 'conquests' I'm going to be your wife. And the moment you realize I'm not that easy, you're just going to throw me aside and screw other willing women. Because that's who you are Bellamy. You're only marrying me because thats who you need to be to survive. You're a manipulating player and that will never change!" Clarke yelled. She had never been so angry in her entire life.
Bellamy looked at her. His expression changing from anger to hurt. As she calmed down she started to regret what she said. He started at her for a long time before he turned and started heading to the opening of the tent. Before she could stop him from leaving, he spoke calmly to her "I need some air. Don't worry about leaving, I'll sleep somewhere else tonight." And with that he was gone.
Clarke cried herself to sleep last night. The tent was cold and her bed was especially cold. It was the first time she fell asleep alone and cold in a while, but it had been a while since she fell asleep freezing, heartbroken, and upset.
When it all came back to her, she realized there was no wedding. It had all been a dream.
"Bellamy.." she said trying to grab ahold of his hand, but before she could even get close to him, he stood up. He walked over to where his shirt was hanging and pulled it over his head.
"I'm going to get some water. I'll be back in a few." And with that, he left. Clarke sighed and laid back on the bed. A few minutes later, Bellamy came back with a canteen of water for her. They sat in silence as they drank, refusing to look at each other.
After a long time without wither of them speaking, Clarke finally spoke. "Look Bel, I know I said some things that aren't true. I understand you're angry with me and I just want you to know that I was wrong and you're not that person I said you were. I…" she then waited for him to look up at her. "I'm sorry Bellamy." She then placed a small kiss on his lips. She thought he would have pulled away, but instead, she felt his hand tangle in her hair as he pulled her toward him and deepened the kiss. This was the first time they were both kissing each other. And she had to admit that it was far better than the one she had in the dream. That one was amazing, but this one was breathtaking.
Without breaking their kiss, Bellamy laid her back and moved on top of her. His one hand still wound in her hair and the other resting on her hip. When they broke away for air, he finally spoke.
"I'm not mad Clarke. I will never be angry with you. Yes sometimes you can piss me off but it never lasts. Last night you didn't anger me, you hurt me. And I may need my space from time to time. It's still very, very early in the morning and the sun isn't going to rise for another few hours. So right now I don't want to think about any of that. I don't want to think about the grounders or Finn or last night or anything. Right now, I just want to," he then kissed her again finishing his words.
The way Bellamy kissed was like nothing Clarke had ever imagined. He was gentle yet also rough. He kissed her with passion that made her wanting more. She could survive with just his kisses if she had to. They spent the entire rest of the night with their lips locked, sometimes exploring each others necks and shoulders, but never going past that. They rolled around, alternating who was on top of who. They acted like normal teens who were in love, kissing and joking without a care in the world. Tomorrow they knew they would have to face reality, and remember what happened the day before. But tonight, they wanted to forget, they needed to forget, and be untroubled and stress free.
Clarke wondered whether to share he dream with him or not. She knew that one day she would tell him when all of this was over. What she didn't know is that he had the exact same dream as her, and also wondered the same thing.
I know. I know. Don't freak out. Don't hate me. Everything's gonna be okay with them I swear.
Alright. So I haven't updated in a while and here is the reason why. I took a few days to think about where I wanted this story to originally go. I wanted somewhat of a slow burn between them and I felt like we didn't get enough development between them. So, I made this chapter (which 99% of you are going to hate me for) to set the story back on track.