"Oh shut up, you disgusting-!"
Clarke wasn't really sure what she was arguing about. All she knew was that Bellamy was definitely in the wrong here. As he always is. Agh! She couldn't stand the way he smirked at everything she said. Like it was all a game to him. A game that she could never win.
"-oh I'm the disgusting one? Really? Looked in a mirror recently?"
"I would if you could stop staring at your reflection and move aside."
"No, I think I'll save you the agony of having to see your ugly face."
"My ugly face?!"
"That's what I said, sweetie."
"I jus-I can't- UGH!" Clarke put her head in her hands and stomped out the door. Pausing in the fresh afternoon, she took a deep breath and sat down in the grass next to a sunbathing Octavia.
"My brother?" Octavia asked without looking up.
Clarke stayed silent, confirming Octavia's query.
"Clarke, he's a jerk. Don't listen to him."
"Ugh, I just wish he could stop being so -" Clarke's complaint was cut off as Bellamy walked out the front door.
"Look, Clarke, I'm sorry."
Clarke stood up quickly and folded her arms defensively.
"No, you're not."
"Excuse me?"
"You're not sorry, and you never have been. I don't know what sick joy you get from teasing me, but you need to stop. I really have never known what I did to make you hate me, but I'm sick and tired of being the butt of all your jokes. Octavia is my friend and there is no reason why I should dread going to her house, so if you could leave me alone that would be great."
"Go Clarke!" Octavia called from the distance, her face still pressed into a towel.
"Clarke, I honestly am sorry. But you can't just say I hate you!"
"Why do you keep denying it?! Name one nice thing you've done for me. Name one time you've shown me the least bit of respect. Because I can't think of any and that's really sad."
Bellamy started to say something then stopped. He saw Octavia sit up quickly and motion for him to stop talking. He couldn't tell Clarke that he was the reason she had friends. That would ruin her.
"That's what I thought. Wow. Bellamy Blake, you are an awful person. You might not hate me, but I hate you."
A chilling silence fell over the yard, but neither Clarke nor Bellamy moved an stared straight into each other's eyes, daring the other to break first.
After a few moments, Bellamy said in a quiet, deadly voice, "You want to know what I've done for you? How about you ask every single one of your friends, how about you ask those kids who actually acknowledge you in the hallway. How about you ask Octavia because I'm sick of talking to you, you ungrateful little girl."
Without another glance at Clarke or his sister, Bellamy stormed back inside.
AN-So was this chapter better? Okay, writing wise, I think it was, but sorry to end on that note! Don't worry. They'll make up. Eventually. PLEASE REVIEW, FAVORITE AND FOLLOW! Next chapter update, may not be tomorrow, but it'll be soon!
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song title is from the song 'Landfill' by Daughter.