Clarke was sitting at the bar sipping her jack and coke trying to escape everything that was wrong with her life. Sure she was still in high school and she knew later in life when she looked back on this it would seem so small. But for now it was huge. It was the anniversary of her dad's death and she found out her boyfriend of three years was cheating on her. All of that happening in the same day caused her to skip school and use her fake ID to get into a bar downtown. She took two gulps and sat her glass back down and asked for another. The bartender obliged but he still looked at her suspiciously. She raised the glass in his direction and took a drink.

"Man three drinks and it's not even ten o'clock." A voice beside her caused her to turn and look. A man that had dark curls and dark olive skin with freckles that dotted his face.

"Yeah well it's been a shitty day." She turned back to the bar and continued to draw on the napkin she had pulled from behind the bar.

"Well we all have shitty days." Clarke snorted, if he only knew just how shitty her day had been. "You draw?" she hadn't even heard him move to the seat next to her.

She cleared her throat, "Umm, yeah. I doodle when I can."

She watched as the guy shook his head, "That's not a doodle. You're drawing a detailed picture of the bar." She shrugged. She tended to draw whatever she saw, she didn't even try. Give her a pen and a writing surface; her hands would go into autopilot and sketch.

"It's just a hobby."

"Well it shouldn't be. You're extremely talented."

She just stared at him for a moment, "You're going to base my talent off of a napkin in a bar?" she laughed.

"I just call it like I see it." He shrugged and held out his hand, "I'm Bellamy."

Clarke reached for his hand and shook it, "Clarke."

"Well Clarke, since your day is so shitty how about I buy you a real drink?" Bellamy motioned for the bartender. "You like coffee?" Clarke nodded. Bellamy smiled and turned to the bartender; "Two Black Russians" The bartender nodded and went to mix the drinks. "If you want to forget about your day then this drink will do its job. Just make sure you don't go overboard. My friend Murphy ended up in another town and no pants the last time he needed to forget a day. That time he ended up forgetting two."

Clarke laughed, "Well if this drink is as strong as you say then you will be my knight in shining armor."

"I live to serve, my Princess" he smirked and did an imaginary hat tip. Clarke rolled her eyes, "So what's your major?"

"I want to go into art, but my mother has other ideas. She wants me to go into the medical field" Clarke shrugged. She didn't know what she was going to do yet.

"I just graduated with a degree in History. I plan to blow minds with dates and facts." Bellamy winked at her and she felt her cheeks warm. "Arkadia isn't a bad school and they have a great art program. I think you should do what you want. Parents be damned!"

The smile fell from Clarke's face and Bellamy halted and looked at her worried and confused when tears welled up in her eyes. "Shit Clarke. Whatever I said to upset you I'm so sorry." Clarke shook her head and wiped at her eyes.

"No it's okay. Like I said it's just a shitty day." She took a shaky breath and she felt Bellamy's hand on her shoulder. She could see the concern in his eyes. "It's the anniversary of my dad's death."

"I'm so sorry Clarke." His hand went to hers and gave it an encouraging squeeze.

"You know the worst part of it? I found out today that my boyfriend of three years has been screwing his ex for two of them." Clarke didn't have tears anymore she was just angry all over again.

"Well fuck him. He ruined his chance to be with a beautiful woman who is obviously too good for him." He smiled and tucked a curl behind her ear. Their eyes locked. They were both startled when the bartender sat the two glasses in front of them. "Thanks Miller, just put all of her stuff on my tab."

Clarke was looking everywhere but where Bellamy was. She barely knew this guy and yet here she was opening up to him. She hadn't even been this open with Octavia today. Clarke needed to process everything, and she always processed everything better with a drink in her hand. She loved Octavia for trying but she needed to do this on her own. She saw Bellamy slide the drink over to her and raised his glass. "We drink to those who love us, we drink to those who don't. We drink to those who fuck us, and fuck those who don't!" Clarke busted out laughing at his toast but raised her glass before taking a drink.

"Holy shit!" She started coughing. The drink burned all the way down her throat and she swore she could feel it burning until it hit her stomach. She looked over at Bellamy and had a smirk on his face before taking another drink of his own. His face scrunching up as it burned.

"I told you, this will make you forget your shitty day." He had recovered more quickly than Clarke did.

"Fuck, how did you even know about this drink? This is up there with Monty's moon shine."

"Monty Green?" Clarke nodded, "Kid hangs out with my sister."

Clarke raised an eyebrow but before she could even inquire he nodded at her drink for them to take another sip.


Clarke had finished her drink much to her dismay. Bellamy had her laughing so much her stomach hurt. He'd gotten on a kick of calling her Princess since he felt so proud of being her knight in shining armor.

"Hey! he farted on me while I was giving him a blow job and I still stayed with him!" Bellamy was practically falling off his stool and could barely catch his breath at her confession. She watched as Bellamy wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Oh yeah, he definitely doesn't deserve you. You're too beautiful to be farted on." They both ended up laughing until they were crying again. Once they were able to compose themselves Clarke held out her hand.

"Give me a dollar; I want to put a song on the jukebox." Bellamy obliged pulling his wallet from his pocket and giving her a dollar. She got up and tried her best to walk in a straight line. It was clear that she was completely wasted. She managed to get there without falling on her face. She flipped through the songs but couldn't find one she liked.

"Pick one yet? It's been five minutes." Bellamy had wrapped his arms around her and was whispering in her ear. Clarke let a moan slip out and he placed a kiss on her neck.

"I can't pick if you distract me." She mumbled completely caught up in the fact that his lips were on her body. She'd been staring at those lips for the last two hours. Thinking about how they would feel on her lips and body. He pulled away but she could still feel the burning from where his lips had touched. He pulled Clarke's arm and turned her around until she was pinned against the juke box. "Princess all you've done is distract me tonight. I called off dinner with my sister so I could stay here with you." His hands were on her hips and his thumbs dipped down to run over her hip bones. "So I could touch you." His lips brushed against hers, "In hopes that I could taste you." His hand wrapped around and grabbed her ass. "So I could take you to another place." He rubbed the bulge in his jeans against her hips. Clarke finally gave in and grabbed his head and brought it down to hers. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him hard before pulling back out of breath.

"Not here." Clarke didn't want to fuck against a jukebox no matter how hot that sounded. Bellamy flicked his eyes over to the bathroom and Clarke nodded. He grabbed her hand and dragged her into the woman's bathroom and locked the door behind them. Clarke pulled him into another kiss and Bellamy hands ran down her back until he cupped her ass and raised her up setting her on the sink in the bathroom. She moaned feeling him suck on her neck. Her whole body tingled when he touched her. Suddenly his lips were crushed on hers and his tongue slipped her mouth when she gasped. She melted into the kiss and started pulling at his shirt trying to pull it up. He leaned back and let her pull it off while he worked on hers and threw it to the side before crashing his lips back on hers. Clarke hooked her leg around him and pulled him closer she could feel his erection beneath his jeans. She pushed her hips into his body and grinded against him. The hand that was running up her thigh squeezed hard and he pulled back staring into her eyes. The look of lust would make any woman fall apart. She felt her panties dampen.

She rubbed her hand against the bulge in his jeans "Damn princess you're going to be the death of me." His voice was deep and gravely and he ran his hand up her thigh and up grabbed her ass. "These need to go." Clarke pulled him in for another kiss as he lifted her off the sink and helped her push them down and step out of them. Once she was free of them his hand slid over her stomach and down to the wetness in between her legs.

"Someone's ready." He sucked on her neck again and she ran her nails down his back roughly. That seemed to push him even farther as he lifted her up and had her against the wall. "If you keep doing that I won't be able to hold back."

Clarke nibbled on his earlobe, "I don't want you to."

Bellamy growled and he undid his belt and kicked his pants off. She felt her panties being pulled to the side and she moaned when she felt him slide inside her. The rough fabric from his boxers was pressed against her clit. She grinded her hips into him and whimpered.

"Shit, you feel so good." She didn't get a chance to say anything because he started fucking her hard against the wall. She could barely catch her breath and she couldn't control her moans as they grew louder. He covered her mouth with his as he continued to plow into her. He wasn't sweet and careful, he was rough and controlling and that was exactly what she needed.


Clarke was back at school the next day her head was throbbing but she was hoping the two aspirin she took would take care of her headache before she had to go to class. Her head was down on the table in the court yard when her way too perky best friend sat down beside.

"Clarke guess what, my brother is back in town!"

Clarke lifted her head. Ah, the mysterious brother that she never brought up because of old friends that had used her to get to him. Apparently he was a god in the eyes of a horny teenage girl. "That's awesome O. But can you talk a little lower, I'm about to die."

"Well too bad. We have history next and apparently there's a substitute teacher, so it should be a breeze." Octavia pulled on Clarkes arm until she relented and stood up walking towards their next class.

"Earth to Clarke!" Clarke jolted and looked at Octavia with a scowl. She had been reliving yesterday and had no intention coming back to the present. "Come on." Octavia dragged her into the class and Clarke took their normal seat with Octavia seated behind her. Clarke had her head on her desk while Octavia, the social butterfly, was chatting away giving Clarke the semi peace and quiet she was looking for.

"Alright guys settled down." Clarke lifted her head up. Damn she was even hearing his voice now; she really needed to shake off the previous day. "I'm your sub Bellamy." The substitute turned around and their eyes locked.

"That's my brother." Octavia whispered in Clarke's ear leaning over her desk.

They continued to stare at each other before Bellamy cleared his throat and tried his best to keep his voice normal and kept talking over what was planned for the period. Clarke could feel the blood pounding in her ears. Holy fuck! She'd fucked Bellamy Blake. She'd fucked Octavia's brother. The worst part is she wanted more.


A/N: So I'm horrible at writing anything sexy, like AT ALL. So I'm sorry if it sucks but I thought I would give it a shot. If you enjoyed leave a comment. We don't get paid to do this and reviews give us the energy to keep writing. To all that do review I love you all!