SoooooOooOooO I'm 99% sure all of you people have seen "A Cinderella Story" and thanks to the amazing idea I got from 'mournthemoon' on tumblr and my obsession with old Hillary Duff movies, I give you my own bellarke twist. (all of this is slightly ooc, I KEPT THE MOM FROM THE MOVIE CAUSE I LOVE HER)
"Clarke...wake up honey..."
"CLARKE!"
Clarke's head shot up, she winced in pain as her head collided with the desk lamp above her. She fell asleep yet again at her desk, studying for the huge text next week.
"CLARKE ITS BREAKFAST TIME. SO BRING ME MY BREAKFAST." the voice over the intercom screamed. Her step mom. Her evil step mom. Her father used to read fairy tales with them in it, she never expected to have one in real life. She ignored the tears pooling in her eyes about her dead father. About that night.
She hopped up and quickly changed her jeans and threw on a plain light blue t-shirt and headed down from her room in the attic.
When Clarke walked outside, she noticed her two step brothers, Jasper and Monty, playing badminton in the pool, fighting over something stupid again. Her step mother, Fiona, adopted the two boys before she married her father. The two were insufferable, always fighting and messing things up, for Clarke to fix. She couldn't stand them.
She placed the tray down next to her step mother with her breakfast.
"Is this my Norwegian salmon that I asked for?" she asked looking up at Clarke. Whenever she looked at her step mom, she always had to hold down a hurl seeing her plastic, botox injected face. She always wondered why her father ever married a gross thing like her, she was ugly on the outside and on the inside as well.
"Uh.. only the best." Clarke said hesitantly as she picked up the fork and took a bite.
"Mmmm.. mhmm I can tell. Costed me a fortune to fly all this out from Norwegia.." Clarke had to muffle down a laugh noticing her mistake with the country Norway. A long moment of silence passed between them as she watched her brothers fight.
"What are you doing just standing there? Get to work!" Fiona finally said.
"Fiona, I can't work today I have a test this week and I really need to study for it.." Clarke said before her step mom started to speak over her.
"Listen Clarke, people go to school to get smarter. So that they can get a job. You already have a job... so it's like skipping a step!" she interrupted. "C'mon get going."
And with that, Clarke huffed away inside, grabbing her back pack, her large stack of books, and her trombone and headed out to her beat up, blue car. As she walked across the green lawn, she was attacked by jets of water from the sprinklers. She screamed from shock and ran to turn them off, but she heard her step mom yell from the backyard,
"No honey! Leave those on! The lawn is looking a little brown!"
"Fiona we are suppose to be conserving water! We are in the middle of a drought!" she called back, her books and her clothes were soaked.
"Droughts are for poor people! You think JLO has a brown lawn?" she called back. Clarke rolled her eyes and hopped into the car, and started heading for the diner. She as she drove down her street she could still see the glowing green lawn around a mess of brown dirt lawns.
As she finished clearing one of the last of the tables, she heard her family friend who also worked there, Raven, call her name from behind.
"Clarke! What are you still doing here? You have to pick up Octavia and Wells before school! You're going to be late!" Raven worked part time at Clarke's father's restaurant, now owned by Fiona after her father passed away. She went to college for engineering, but for some reason never left the diner. She was always there for Clarke whenever she needed somebody. Clarke looked at her watch, she still had forty five minutes before school started, but she needed to grab a change of clothes from Octavia's house. She waved goodbye to the staff working, and hopped in her car.
As she pulled up to the medium sized white house of her childhood friend, Wells, she noticed his dad outside polishing his car.
"Hey! Looking good Mr. Jaha!" she yelled, he looked up and smiled.
"Mans best friend is his Mercedes, Clarke!" he said as his son ran out the door, almost tripping over his own feet.
"See ya dad!" he yelled as he jumped into Clarke's car. She started up the car and began driving.
After twenty minutes of Wells playing his rap music that Clarke could not stand, they finally arrived at the small beat down house at the end of the neighborhood. Clarke slowed down when she noticed the shiny, black jeep parked in the driveway, her brother was still here. She parked next to the car and opened her door carefully, trying not to scratch the jeep beside her. The moment she slammed her door, she saw her best friend, Octavia, open the screen door and wave to them. Her beaming smile lessened when she saw Clarke's dirty, wet clothes.
"Clarke! What happened? No actually I don't need to know. Lets get you inside and changed!" she said pulling both her and Wells inside. Clarke and Octavia left Wells watching the news as they ran upstairs to her bedroom. When Clarke was changing in her room, Octavia was occupying the bathroom putting on her regular makeup. After she finished changing she grabbed her phone and walked toward the door, seeing if she had any message from him. Him, was the mysterious guy she had been talking to for months through texts. All she knew was that he wanted to go to the same college as her, and went to the same school she did now. Unfortunately, there were none. But when she rounded the corner, she ran into somebody that was too tall to be Octavia or Wells. It was Bellamy Blake.
Bellamy Blake was the most popular guy at their school, he was the quarter back of the football team, and was dating the captain of the cheer leading team, the "perfect couple".
"Oh uh.. I'm sorry." he said politely. "Are you alright?"
"Uh, yeah.." she said embarrassed, she looked down and noticed he had his phone in his hand. "Sorry."
His face turned into a smug smirk when he noticed her clothes. She was wearing a floral skirt, a black laced tank top and a knitted cardigan, something totally Octavia, who was obsessed with a website called tumblr.
"Aren't you a little old to be wearing freshman clothing, Clarke?" She rolled her eyes at his comment.
"Shut up, Blake." she scowled, earning a large grin from Bellamy. She always hated his brother, they rarely spoke but when they did, it always ended in him pushing her buttons and fights breaking out.
"You got it." he said as he walked around her to the stairs. Before he walked down, he turned to her and said, "Don't kill my sister on the way to school, we won't be on very good terms if you do." and with that, he unlocked his phone again, and began walking down to the front door.
She tried to ignore how amazing he looked in that tightly fitted football shit he was wearing. His toned biceps were peaking out and if Clarke didn't hate him so much, she might have admired his body.
A ring from her phone pulled her out of her thoughts, she looked down and smiled, it was a message from "mystery guy"
The message read, [Good morning, princess.]
Just then Octavia opened the door to the bathroom and skipped out, causing Clarke to quickly lock her phone and shove it into her pocket.
"Clarke! You finally look stylish for once! Ready to go?" she asked.
"I am never ready." Clarke teased as she wrapped an arm around her friend, they began to skip down the stairs calling for Wells to meet them at the car.
[Good morning to you too, looser. ;)] she sent back before starting the car.
When Bellamy got out of his car at school, he checked his phone again and laughed at the message. "mystery girl", or he called princess, always teased him.
[Thanks for getting back to me SO soon, princess. Its been ages.] he sent back.
"Bellamy!" somebody called, he turned around to see who it was. It was Harper, his girlfriend. He watched as she stormed up to him angrily, with her two friends that followed her everywhere. "Why haven't you answered my calls?"
"Uh. sorry I was driving." he said, uninterested. He noticed his sister, Clarke, and Wells pull up into the space next to them.
Clarke got out of the car and pulled out her cellphone giggling at something on the screen. He was somewhat curious about what she was laughing about. He saw her type something, then slip her phone in her pocket. Just then, his phone snapped him out of his curiosity. It was a text from princess.
[It was only 25 minutes. Go to class, I'll text you later. Don't slack of Mr. :) ]
He didn't even notice his two friends, Miller and Murphy come up behind him. They seemed to notice Clarke as well.
"Yo diner girl!" Murphy yelled to her, looked back with a hurt look. "Can I get a breakfast burrito to go? And can you play me a song on your sliding horn?" A bunch of laughs erupted between the girls and them, all but Bellamy. She ignored the diss and continued walking.
"Fake sleazes, they care only about themselves." Octavia muttered.
"You got that right." Wells said as Clarke giggled. She felt her phone buzz in her bag and reached to grab it out. It was him again. She opened it when she sat down in her first period, she smiled after reading it, a slight blush on her face.
[I will look forward to it princess.]
Alright so this is the first part but it WILL get better I promise. (I did take parts from the movie just to start this out.)