Pretty Lies (Bellamy Blake Fanfic)

Inclement Weather

The next few days seem to go by in a mind numbing blur. My days are filled with being voluntarily locked up in the room of beds and empty spaces. Jasper seems to have given up on making me leave the room and explore the large bunker, but he still brings me food each day after breakfast and dinner before leaving me to my own mindless activities. 

I lay quietly on my bed until everyone has left, and I wait for the room to become still before I get off my bunk, and slide onto the one underneath, putting my feet under the metal rungs above me.

I begin to work out more core muscles, something that has become a daily routine for me. I lift my body of the mattress, pulling myself towards the top of the bed. I repeat the motion until I can't go anymore, sweat clinging to my body like a second skin. 

I go through the multitude of exercises that I had once done in my cell back on the Ark, my muscles straining through each exercise.

The movements afterwards come naturally to me, my knuckles scraping against the metal walls. I move left, then right, my body bending as if there is actually someone in front of me. I close my eyes as I'm taken to a much simpler time, where my only concerns were keeping my self occupied. 

I hiss as my hands hits the wall a little to hard, and I look down to see drops  of blood blossoming on my hand. I wipe the small scrape onto my pants before walking back to my bed, looking at the small clock hanging on the wall. Almost noon, people will be coming back to hang out and relax soon. 

I lean back on the bed, my breathing still uneven, and my body still covered in sweat. I contemplate about going to the showers, but before I can even move, the door to the room is opened, and the smiling teens file through the door. I spot Clarke among them, her precious sketchbook in hand, talking to Monty and Jasper about something pointless.

She's been putting up a front lately, trying to prove to Dante she can be trusted, that she's not going to go ape shit and kill everyone. 

She spots me and says her goodbyes before walking over,

"You look... wet," she grimaces and I roll my eyes,

"I sleep warm," I reply, and she only nods her head,

"Look, I know you have this whole 'I want to be alone' thing going on, but Dante needs to see that we're all fitting in around here if we have any chance to get out. I know it sounds like the last thing you want to do, but we need to act normal," she tells me, and I roll my eyes,

"Normal? Is normal mapping down every single corner of the bunker? What if someone looks in there hm? They'd know somethings up. I'm acting how everyone expects me to act. What wouldn't be normal is if I magically left this room and went to get breakfast with everyone and started acting like the perfect little angel. I can get myself out of here, I'm just letting things cool down after all the stunts you've pulled," I inform her and she hangs her head,

"You have a plan?" she asks, and I shrug my shoulders,

"A small one. It's a work in progress. I'll let you know when it's all thought out," I shrug, and she purses her lips,

"Well if we were to work to-" I roll my eyes,

"Clarke, you've always hated me. Why stop now? I can do this on my own. All your plans so far have failed, let someone else try something ok? And for the record, you trying to be my friend? Not happening. From the moment I landed on the ground you have nothing but judgement for me. And the next time I do something terrible, you'll be right back to acting like the same ol Clarke. So just, stop pretending ok?" I tell her and she looks me dead in the eyes before mumbling ok,

"Miller?" someone calls out, and my head snaps up to see the dark haired guard waltz into the room. He sends furtive smiles everyone's way, and Clarkes walks forward to meet him,