8. Reluctance

If there was one thing Bellamy was certain that he would never admit out loud and would burry to his grave, in his case when there were many things he wouldn't admit to anyone however he overlooked those reasons, and that is seeing the princess and his sister kissing had turned him on. He knew as well as she did that the kiss had been a way to taunt him, something that amused her whenever they were in the same room, but that didn't change the fact that he had been turned on and felt this feeling that she should have been kissing him not his sister. Terrible thing to think considering that one, it was his sister who shouldn't even think about love relationship with guys or girl in this case. Two, the girl in question was an enemy to the camp as she released the grounder and caused quite a mess around camp, so it was obvious she couldn't be trusted. Yet here he was staring at the blond-haired girl, whom had her hands chained to the floor, and was absolutely refusing to corporate with them.

"No matter how much you ask and threaten me, my answer will be the same," the princess sneered. "I'm not telling you my name or anything else for that matter. So stop being so stubborn and decide to kill me or not because honestly I don't really care which one you chose."

Damn, Bellamy thought. This girl certainly had a way to push his buttons, possibly even more than Octavia, which is quite the feat considering how she is and something he found almost hard to believe. The princess was obviously just as stubborn as he was and wasn't going to let herself get pushed around by him, even though he didn't really like the insinuation that she didn't care about her life that was currently hanging on a thin thread with many of the campers, including himself.

"Look, Princess we can do it the easy way or the hard way I don't care which," Bellamy said wearily. His arms was folded against his chest and he took few steps towards her and stared into those beautiful eyes that made him angry at himself for feeling gooey on the inside. "Either way we are going to get you to talk, even if I have to cut off your damn arm to do it."
"Do it, I dare you," the princess glared, obviously challenging to complete his threat. "Otherwise I have nothing else to say to you."

Bellamy was seriously getting tired fighting with her, since she wasn't going to listen and do what he said no matter what he tried. He decided let her blow steam before he was going to try and interrogate her again, besides he also had to talk with Octavia because it was obvious that the princess didn't act alone to rescue the grounder.

"Brave princess," Bellamy whispered before he began walking away and headed to the door. "I will give you some time to think about your options, but now this that we are not done until I say we are done."

The princess glared at him like she was about to stab him and sneered back, "It wouldn't matter because I'm not going to change my mind. And also don't call me princess."

Bellamy smirked. He might not stand a chance against her when it came to stubbornness, however he had to admit the girl had guts and was quite feisty. She was something different from the other girls around camp, definitely not like the girls he slept around with, but he was terrified of the other emotions he had for her other than anger and distrust. It was foreign and he had no clue how to act with those emotions, so that is why he had to hide them from everyone, including himself otherwise he was sure those emotions were going to be his demise in the end.

"Whatever you say, Princess," Bellamy shrugged her comment away. He left the room and closed the door behind him, however he was pretty the moment he closed the door he heard a angry female shriek coming from the other side. He couldn't help but chuckle over her reaction. Obviously he could also step on her toes as well as she did with him.

Once she had calmed herself down she leaned her back against the metal-wall and stared up at the ceiling. Octavia's brother or Bellamy she learned was his name had spent the last few hours butting heads with her and infuriated her to no end, there was nothing she wanted more was to strangle him. However she was pretty sure that he felt the same about her and she couldn't see how Octavia thought she and her brother was very alike. Because there wasn't anything they had in common except their stubbornness and the joy to taunt and challenge each other. That wasn't what annoyed her the most about him; it was rather the feelings she wished would just go away. She recognized them easily since she had felt those feelings before, but she wasn't act on them. She wasn't going to allow herself to be weak and once again be betrayed due to her feelings. She had already done that mistake once and there was no way she was going to do it again. Besides he was her enemy and had an important decision hanging on his shoulder whether he was going to kill her or let her live. And honestly he had no reason to keep her alive, so why did he prolong the inevitable?

Clarke only shook her head, trying to shake away those thoughts away. She didn't want to think about the past nor the present and definitely not the future because she didn't believe she had any future even before she was captured, so why bother try?

However despite her reasoning, she couldn't help but think about Wells and how she missed him deeply. She had done many mistakes in her life, but the biggest was probably how she treated their friendship.

"Wells…" Clarke said sadly. She pulled her knees against her chest and her head dropped and rested on her knees. "I wish you were here, you would probably have a silly idea how to get out of this mess."

Clarke chuckled sadly and she could feel the wetness build up in her eyes. She didn't want to cry, she had cried enough to last her whole life, but just thinking about her best friend stirred up old scars. "I'm sorry for not appreciating you while you were still alive as well as not trying hard enough to save you."

She lifted her head and saw her father's watch residing on her left wrist. The only memento from her deceased father, however thinking about her family was even a bigger mess and filled with more turmoil. And it was something she had an even harder time trying to deal with, especially when she learned the truth that had been hidden from her. Once again she shook her head. Why was it that everyone who came close to her ended up hurting her or they getting hurt because of her? Was she truly a curse?

After the whole showdown in the forest, Bellamy had ordered her straight into the drop ship to the medical area where Jasper was currently residing. However this time he had sent Atom and a few other guys to make sure she didn't go anywhere and didn't try to escape before he had a word with her. Normally Octavia didn't care about her brother's orders and chose most of the time to ignore them, but after the killer expression she saw on his face back in the forest after he interrupted her and Clarke's kiss she wasn't going to take any chances.

Thinking about that kiss, she placed her fingers unconsciously at her lips and felt her cheeks burning red. That was the first time she had ever been kissed by a girl, however there was nothing romantic about it despite how it might have appeared on the outside. She couldn't really see the point in why Clarke would have kissed her the way she did, obviously they didn't feeling anything deeper than friendship and possibly sisterly love towards each other, but she had an idea that the kiss had been a way to annoy Bellamy and prove a point that she wasn't going down for no reason. And based on how he reacted in the forest and on the entire road back to camp, she was pretty sure Clarke had been successful.

"So are you going to tell us why we are suddenly under house arrest or do you want us to guess why you are locked in here with us with guards watching the door?" Jasper asked playfully. Octavia smiled and was sincerely glad that he was doing better. Before Jasper could barely lift his head up, but now he can sit up straight and have a long conversation with until he passed out from exhaustion.

"If you ask them, they will say I did something stupid," Octavia shrugged her shoulders and took a seat next to him, while sitting across from Monty who was just as interested as Jasper to hear what was going on. "If you ask me, then I say I did what I thought was right and unfortunately wasn't a very popular choice around here. And now I'm stuck here until my brother gets here to yell or punish me, whichever comes first between those two."

Both Jasper and Monty looked entirely confused, since they had apparently not been kept up-to-date with what had been going around the camp, however they had Jasper's health to think about so it wasn't that surprising that they didn't know. Octavia sighed and ran one hand through her hair before she began explaining the events with Lincoln and Clarke, though she decided to keep the part about Clarke being originally from the Ark to herself. She wasn't sure why, but something told her that neither Clarke or Lincoln was very forthcoming about the past and she wasn't going to push it and cause unnecessary trouble if there wasn't any point in it. Besides she was sure Clarke would tell her once she was ready that is why she was willing to wait until then.

However when she told Jasper that Clarke had been the one to rescue him and healed his injuries, his face turned instantly conflicted like he wasn't sure how he was going to deal with the information. On one hand, she had saved his life. But on the other hand, she was from the grounder's side (or so they believed), who attacked him in the first place, which meant that she was an enemy. No wonder he was confused about the whole thing, but he seemed somewhat curious to meet his savior despite her affiliation with the grounders.

"Hmm….that's interesting," Bellamy interrupted the their conversation. Octavia turned around and saw her brother leaning against the entrance. And she was certain that her brother had heard the entire conversation, including the part about her friendship with Clarke and Lincoln. "So you knew the princess and asked her for her help to rescue the grounder when you found out that we weren't going to let him go."

Octavia didn't show it, but she felt shivers coming up her spine. Damn, she was in big trouble now. And all because she had to open her mouth and tell Jasper and Monty the truth. Nice work, Octavia. You added more exhilarant to the already existing flame.

"Y-yes, I did," Octavia admitted. Her voice was slightly nervous, but it was well hidden behind the defiant exterior she was trying to maintain in front of everyone. "Because what you were doing was wrong and when you didn't want to listen to me, I went for her help and helped her get in to the camp to save her friend."

"Damn it, O," Bellamy exclaimed. "Do you realize what you have just done?"

She glared at him defiantly. She didn't regret what she did and wasn't going to admit it otherwise either just because her brother and everyone else didn't agree with her decision.

Bellamy continued to reprimand her, but she didn't bother to listen instead had her arms crossed and had her gaze turned away from him. Despite his yelling he figured out quickly that she wasn't really listening and didn't feel the slightest remorse for her actions. So in the end he just sighed deeply and said wearily, "Normally what you did is punishable by death, but that is not an option so instead you are being placed under house arrest. You are not to leave this room for no reason and not without an escort, and while we are at it you are forbidden to see the princess until I say otherwise. Is that clear?"

Octavia scoffed in response and Bellamy ran a tired hand through his curly hair. It was obvious that neither of them was happy with one another, but there was not much they could do right now. Besides they would make up with each other despite the terrible fights with each other.

"O, before I leave you here with the nerds," Bellamy nodded his head at Jasper and Monty. "Will you tell me what the princess's name?"

Octavia was reluctant to answer his question, since she thought that Clarke didn't want anyone to know her name based on how she hadn't revealed it to her brother yet, but there was something strange about the way her brother asked her as well as his facial expression showed sincere curiosity. That was something she had not often seen with her brother, not back at the Ark and especially not here at Earth. Whatever her brother's fixation on Clarke was, she believed it was good thing for her brother.

"Her name is Clarke," Octavia replied with a small smile. She gazed at her brother and for a second she thought she saw a smile on his face, but he quickly hid it and left without saying another word. She was right. Her brother might not be willing to admit it out loud, let alone to himself, but it was almost obvious that there was something going on between the rebel king and the princess.

Clarke wasn't sure if she was to be grateful or pissed that Bellamy and others hadn't figured out what to do with her. The only time someone entered her cell, was when they came to deliver her supper, and during that one time no one spoke to her and just frankly ignored her and just left her in there by herself. Not that she was complaining or anything, since she really didn't want to speak to any of them because it was bound that sooner or later someone was going to figure who she was and then the million question game would begin. And that was something she was honestly not in the mood of dealing with. However that didn't mean she wanted to be totally isolated either, it was bad enough the small time period she had been isolated in the Sky box back at the Ark.

Anyway after she ate her supper in caution she almost immediately fell asleep with her back resting against the wall and the room was almost covered in darkness. Except for her breathing, it was otherwise quiet until Clarke woke up by the sound of someone entering the cell. She couldn't see who it was, but she could for certain determine that it was a small statured person. But that wasn't what caught her attention; it was rather the knife that person was holding in his or her hands.

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