That same, elusive shrug. “It’s a secret, princess.” He says pointedly, snagging the book from her before throwing the truck into park, “But you’ll be the first to read it once it’s done, okay?”
“Wow,” she says, nodding. “I’m honored.”
A beat as he sizes her up, his brows furrowing together in exasperation before he says, weary, “You’re going to ask me what it’s about again, aren’t you?”
“Bellamy,” she says obediently, grinning, “what’s your book about?”
If you told Clarke Griffin that she would become best friends with the resident black sheep of Arkadia, she would have difficulty believing it, let alone the fact that he apparently wrote an entire book about her.
(Or: Clarke and Bellamy through the years, as childhood best friends.)
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19 Jun 2017