“They don’t teach you to read in Section 17?” the words flew out before she could catch herself.
“I can read,” Bellamy frowned at her. “How did you know I’m from 17?”
“A friend told me,” she answered.
“So you’ve been asking around about me?” Bellamy’s smirk returned.
“Stop being ridiculous,” Clarke blushed.
“Can I ask you a question?” he turned slightly toward her and threw his arm up over the back of the sofa, invading her space.
“Sure,” she said cautiously, looking down at the book she was holding and fidgeting with the corner of one of the pages.
“Promise not to get all insulted?” Bellamy suddenly seemed nervous.
“How can I promise that if I don’t know what you’re going to ask?” Clarke tried for a note of humor in her response. My first fanfic! “Region 7″ on Archive of Our Own https://archiveofourown.org/works/16116923/chapters/37649951
