Chapter three
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He walked in front of her, leading her towards the factory station, towards his living quarters. He carried her bag over one of his right shoulder. She was fidgeting with her fingers, watching the floor as she walked and all Bellamy could see when he glanced at her was his little sister, doing the same thing when he led her to the masked danced. He was twenty-two, she was seventeen, there was a five-year age gap and she was only one year older than his sister…she was also his wife. He, Bellamy Blake, was married.
He noticed her fidgeting got worse, more intense when they were moving through a crowd of people who were staring.
Everyone was staring, or at least that's what it felt like to Clarke. Bellamy fell back a step, making their paces match, his left arm wrapped around the small of her back, his thumb rubbing in a soothing manner, but it had the opposite effect on Clarke. Instead of relaxing by his touch, she stiffened. She dared to glance up at him, his eyes were focused straight ahead of him but he must've felt her eyes on him because he glanced at her, catching her. Quickly, Clarke averted her eyes back to the ground.
Bellamy opened the door for his wife, she entered the quarters with reservations. She expected it to be smaller than what she was used to, but she didn't expect it to be that small. There was only one door, which had to have been the bathroom because she could see one double and one single bed, a little kitchenette and a small table. Bellamy set her bag on the double bed. "You can have this bed." He whispered, knowing this would be a bigger change for her than it would be for him. "Sorry it's not a castle, Princess." He added, not meaning to sound as harsh as he did. "Bathroom is in there." He pointed at the only door apart from the front door.
Clarke grabbed her bag and disappeared into the bathroom. Sliding down the door as a sob rose in her chest. She was trying to sob silently but the harder she tried to stay silent, the louder she ended up being. She splashed her face with cool water and changed into her pyjamas. They weren't much but they were comfortable, the navy-blue pants and white singlet. She was happy to be out of the dress, although it was a wonderful gesture from her mother, it just wasn't her.
When Clarke finally left the bathroom, Bellamy had already changed. His pants hung low on his hips and he wore a holey t-shirt that made him look…well somehow, he managed to look sexy. Clarke could see the muscles tense as he took in her appearance. "You could have showered." He informed politely. "This is your home now too."
"Thank you but I showered already today." She replied tightly. It was cooler in factory station than it was in alpha.
"I need to get some sleep, I have work early in the morning, but you can use the lamp if you want. There are books in the cupboard if you like reading." Bellamy was trying to be polite, but he couldn't make his tone sound less grumpy.
"Thank you but I didn't sleep last night and today has been very tiring so I might just sleep as well." Clarke swallowed the lump that had risen in her throat, tears threatening to cut her off yet again.
Bellamy Point of View
I was awoken in the middle of the night by the chattering of teeth. Clarke was cold, it must have been colder here than what she was used to. Either that or it was just her body's reaction to the amount of change taking place…if that was even possible. He thought about waking her to give her a jumper or something but instead opted for putting a jumper on himself and giving her one of his blankets. He may not have liked their arrangement and he may not have been the warmest towards her, but he wasn't a complete asshole. She was younger than I was, by five years, and this was a bigger change for her than it was for me.
I lay there on my old bed wide awake, not being able to turn my brain off enough for sleep to find me again. Clarke was alone, she knew no one from this station, she wasn't allowed to go to Alpha station unless she needed medical attention and she was only seventeen so she probably still had classes to attend to which meant she would be attending the Factory classes…again another change. I had to find a way to make her feel welcome, to make her feel comfortable. We couldn't go from strangers to married just like that, but maybe we could quickly promote from strangers to friends. At least if we were friends we'd both feel a lot more comfortable with the situation.
I was ready to dose back off when I heard whispering outside the door. It sounded as if two people were having a hushed argument. 'Go find somewhere else to argue' I thought, which sounded mean but I honestly didn't care. Why should I care when those people didn't care that people were trying to sleep behind the door they were arguing at?
"Just give it a little time. They've been married not even a day yet, let them get to know each other before we do this. It'll take some time for the effects to kick in but if there's too much time they won't work." A woman argued. She sounded familiar to me but I couldn't place where I knew her voice from. "I will do it myself if you just give them some time." She was arguing with someone over me and Clarke.
"Fine, but I can't promise you much time. The council are pushing for this to happen quickly, they're impatient." The man whispered back and I heard them walk away, leaving us to our sleep.
Who were they and what were they going on about? What did the council have planned? I had a feeling that Clarke and I agreed to something so much more than an arranged marriage. I knew I should probably talk to her about this tomorrow after work but in the awkward state we were still in I wouldn't even know how to begin. If I was lucky, they woke her and she heard it all for herself and she'd go to her mother to find out some information.