This first chapter is dedicated to FanGirl 54 who planted the idea in my head a few weeks ago, it took me a while to fully develop it, but for once I have a plan coming into it, the story should be around 12-13 chapter.

The summary for the story is basically meant just for chapter 1, I didn't want to give too much away as to where the story is going.

For people reading my other story, sorry for starting a new one, I will finish the other don't worry, but I woke up at three in the morning last night and just had to write this up.

It was a typically Friday night, I had spent most of the night at the library prepping for my first day back at school. Senior year was very important to me, and I wanted to make sure I was all refreshed on my subjects before school started. Getting into medical school was hard enough; I couldn't let myself start slaking now. Plus it was always a good excuse to get out of the house. My relationship with my mother had further deteriorated since my father passed away from a car accident last year. He was the glue that held our family together, so without him around my mother and I fought all the time. She was always pushing me to be the best at everything and never hid that she wanted me to follow in her footsteps and become a doctor. Before my father was around to smooth out some of the tensions and made sure I understood it was my life and my choice to make, that he would be proud of me no matter what I decided to do with my life.

Now that he was gone, I felt the need to prove myself worthy to the only parent I had left. I didn't dislike the idea of becoming a doctor; the idea of being able to help people was very appealing. When I told my mother, she was ecstatic and it help mend the bridge between us. However, the peace didn't last very long, she kept pushing me to do better in order to make sure I would get into the best colleges and I started to wonder if anything I every did was enough.

I was driving home when I passed in front of the local supermarket, remembering I needed to take money out for my monthly trip to the art gallery I stopped in order to use the ATM. It wasn't your typically high-end gallery, this hipster guy in his late sixties ran, but he always had the most interesting and original art pieces painted by local artist. I always returned home full of inspirations. In order to make sure the artists would get the most out of their work, since most of them were struggling to make it in the industry, he made sure clients paid cash. I always found one or two pieces that suited my personal taste and liked to come prepared.

Which is why at 11 o'clock at night I was currently walking alone in a parking lot from the ATM to my car, for someone supposedly as smart as me, I was being very stupid. I froze when I heard movement behind me, hoping it was just my overly active imagination I continued walking, almost sprinting to my car. But I was wrong the threat was very real, I had barely made five steps that I was being yanked from behind, coming face to face with a man hiding behind a hood with a knife in his hands.

'Don't scream just give me the money and I'll be on my way.' His voice was extremely menacing and I didn't doubt for a minute that he would have no problem hurting me in order to get what he wanted.

I quickly took my wallet out and handed it to him, however that didn't seem to satisfy him.

'Is that all you have of value, let me take a closer look at you.' He took a step towards me as I took one back. 'That's a very expensive looking necklace you have there, hand it over.' I instantly grabbed my heart pendent in a protective grasp. I wasn't one to be overly attached to my material possessions, but this was the last gift my father had given me and I could not part with it. He must have notice I was going to put up a fight for this, because he raised his weapon coming closer to me.

I hadn't heard him coming, so focused on the knife, but someone appeared from behind the man twisting his arm and pulling him away from me. The thief wasn't giving up and tried to fight him off, even managing to thrust his knife towards him. The stranger moved out of the way but it still grazed his shoulder, at the sight of blood I finally regained my senses. I took my phone out and started taking picture of the hooded man, the flash made him move his attention from the stranger back to me, but for some reason I felt much braver now. Using the fact that I was distracting him, the stranger finally took the upper hand shoving him fiercely, which lead him to drop the knife and my wallet on the ground. Realizing he wasn't going to win, he took off. Relief flooded through my body, as I approached my savior in order to thank him. It was still pretty dark, so I used the light from my phone to properly see his face. Of all the people in the world, he would have been the last person I would have expected to come to my rescue.

'Bellamy Blake!'

'Princess, fancy seeing you here, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?' Surprise was evident on his face when he realized I was the person he just saved, but his voice was neutral and devoid of it when he spoke to me. I still cringed at the nickname every time I heard him use it over the past 3 years. You see my father had fought my mother to send me to public school, he believed it would be better to toughen me up, he feared in the private environment I wouldn't face the same struggles that would be beneficial to build my character. He had been right of course; coming from a more wealthy background I didn't really fit in and didn't have any real friends. It made the day-to-day life at school a little boring, but this allowed me to really focus on my studies, which in the end pleased my mother. I was never bullied to an extreme degree, I was mostly ignored, except for Bellamy, who from the first day of high school seemed to take pleasure in calling out my social status every time he saw me, princess, that's what he would call me.

'I could ask you the same question.'

'You could but I probably wouldn't answer.' He bend down to pick up my stuff, he hesitated for a moment before also picking up the knife. Once he returned my wallet he walked over to a trashcan to dispose of it, pausing there for a minute as well.

'Maybe you should keep this and give it to the cops when they show up.' The cops, right, I should probably call them, not that they would ever find the guy I hadn't had a good look at him in the dark and I doubted Bellamy had.

'Just throw it out, I'm just going to go home, it's been a long day.' The surprise was back on his face, as he disposed of the weapon, after using his shirt to wipe the side he had touched. Smart move, who knew if any crime had been committed with the weapon, the fact that Bellamy had thought of it made me shudder a little. He did have a reputation for a being a bad boy, who knows where he had learned to cover his tracks.

'The great and mighty princess is not calling in the law after being attacked, I'm surprised.' I didn't really owe him an explanation, but the words were coming out of my mouth before I could stop them.

'My mother's at work, they'll probably have to call her and I don't want to interrupt her surgery. Plus the last time she was called in the middle of the night it was when my dad had his accident, so I don't want her to relive that moment.'

Bellamy's face softened.

'I heard about that, I'm sorry about what happened.'

'Thanks for saying that.' Wow, I couldn't believe it I was actually having a civil conversation with my worst enemy. His gaze was so intense as he looked at me that my eyes fell from his face, and back to the cut on his arm, his sleeves was now covered in blood.

I rushed to his side to investigate the wound.

'It's nothing Clarke I'm fine, trust me I've had worst.' It was the first time he used my name, and I couldn't deny I loved the way it just rolled off his tongue.

'Bellamy you saved me tonight and got injured in the process, just humor me please. Take off your shirt so I can see.'

He relented; I tried my best not to stare at his chest as I focused on his injury. He was right it wasn't bad, no stitches would be required but it still needed to be bandaged.

'Let me take you home, I'll clean it for you.'

'Clarke it's fine.'

'It's this or I'm dragging you to the hospital.' He huffed and puffed for a good two minutes before agreeing to come with me. In the meantime I ripped a piece of his shirt so I could stop the bleeding.

'Hey I loved that shirt.'

'Stop being a baby it was ruined anyway, now get in the car before I dragged you over.' He smirked.

'As if you could.' Despite him knowing I would be physically unable to force him to come with me, he still followed me to my car.

The drive to my place was pretty quiet, I did realize that I never actually thanked him for coming to my rescue, so I immediately corrected the situation.

'Thank you, you know for saving me.'

'Your welcomed, but if I had known princess that it was you perhaps I would have reconsidered. Never pictured myself as the knight in shinning armor before.' It was evident from his tone that he was only joking, no matter his faults Bellamy was not the type of person to let someone, even a stranger, get attacked and not intervene. I suspected he was that way because of his sister, that if she was ever in need of help that a kind stranger would be there to help her out, like he had done for me.

When we arrived at my house I noticed his body stiffen a little, if I was being honest I always found it to be too big for three people, so I could only imagine for Bellamy it was a huge reminder of our social differences. To his credit he didn't say anything and followed me in. I told him to wait for me in the kitchen as I got the first aid kit, when I returned he was looking at our family portrait on the wall.

My mother had insisted that we have it taken, and both my father and I were really reluctant, now I was really glad that we had. It was a couple of months before the fighting about college and my future began, the last time I remember being truly happy.

'Here take a seat.' The bleeding had stopped which was a good sign and confirmed that the injury was superficial. I took great care while disinfecting it, since the knife could have previously come into contact with something that could lead to an infection.

'Make sure to change the bandage once a day until it begins to scar, but let it breath during the night. If you notice any redness or liquid coming out of it, please go get it checked out at a hospital it could mean that it's infected.'

'Aye Aye princess.' I looked up and he was gazing down at me, watching me work. Their was a tenderness in his eyes that I had never noticed before, I'm not entirely sure who moved first, but as a lower my gaze towards his lips I felt myself moving forward just as he leaned down towards me.

The kiss was intense, it was obvious that Bellamy had a lot of practice doing this; in a matter of seconds he got me to grant his tongue access. I wasn't complaining the sensation was overwhelming and I couldn't stop the moan that escaped me. This seemed to urge Bellamy on, he got up never breaking contact with my lips and backed me up towards the counter where he proceeded to lift me up so our height were more evenly matched.

I felt his fingers linger at the edge of my shirt, waiting for me to grant him permission to keep going, this stunned me, I didn't take him as the type of guy to wait for a girl to say yes. Rather I would have expected him to continue until I said no. I curved my back towards him as a sign that I was willing. His hands lingered on my hips tracing circles on my skin before he made his way up at a painfully slow pace until his fingers grazed through my bra my erected nipples.

I wasn't a virgin, having lost it to my best friend when we were both sixteen, but it had been a rational decision on my part rather than a passion driven one. I figured if I got it over with someone I cared about it would be less awkward and I would be more prepared for my first time with my future boyfriend. It was in moments like those that I hated how similar I was to my mother, always thinking in a practical way instead of listening to my instincts. It had been a nice moment, but the lack of chemistry on my part made it difficult to really get into it. Later I found out that Wells wasn't in it for the same reasons I was, he actually had feelings for me and when those came to light we were unable to reconcile our friendship. He wanted more and I couldn't give it to him.

But this with Bellamy was on a whole new level, I could feel ever inch of my skin screaming for his touch, and he did not deny me. We eventually had to pull apart, the need for air becoming too great. His eyes were filled with lust, which probably reflected my own. I knew how Bellamy worked when it came to girls, he slept with them once and the next day it came out these girls had gotten his stamp of approval. Which lead them to become sought out by the rest of the boys in school. The whole thing was extremely particular to me, but Bellamy was the king of ark high, and everyone wanted to be him or be with him. Which is probably the reason that his sister like me didn't have any friends. Girls only wanted to talk to her in order to get close to her brother and the guys well they pretty much kept their distances, out of fear of what Bellamy would do to them if he found out. I was being foolish to even consider sleeping with him, but part of me doubted he would ever admit to it, so maybe I would be safe from any unwanted attention at school.

I wanted him, I couldn't deny it, and for once I wanted to ignore my rational self and just go with it.

'Let's go upstairs.' He raised one eyebrow at me, questioning if I really wanted this. As I reply I unbuttoned my shirt letting it fall to the floor, I walked away heading towards my bedroom, it did not take him long to follow after me.

-:-

When I woke up in the morning I was surprised to find Bellamy still sleeping next to me, granted he was as far away from me as the bed allowed, but he had stayed. I had always assumed he was the sleep and dash kind of guy. The previous night had been phenomenal, Bellamy had giving me pleasures I didn't even know were possible to experience, and I was quite proud that I was able to do the same do him if his moans and grunts were any indication. I would probably be sore all day from the way he was pounding into me, but it was well worth it.

I glanced at the clock and straighten up in the bed as I realized that my mother would be home soon.

'Bellamy.' I whispered, nudging him a little, which only lead him to turn further away from me. 'Bellamy Blake wake up.' I yelled this time, finally getting his attention.

'Morning princess, quite the wake up call you offer in your castle.'

'Bellamy I'm serious my mom's going to be here soon, and I'm pretty sure you would rather not come face to face with her.' That got him to really wake up, he got up from the bed at the speed of light, gathering is clothing that was scattered all over the floor. I couldn't help but giggled at the sight, the great Bellamy Blake afraid of my mother.

Once he was fully dress and ready to go I realized this was it, on Monday when school started things would go back to normal and we would act as if this never happened.

'Clarke about last night.'

'It's fine no need to explain, I know how you operate, but I suspect you won't be mentioning this to your friends, wouldn't want to sully your reputation by saying you hooked up with the princess.' I used the same tone he normally did when he used that nickname, it was after all an unchanging fact that I didn't fit in with him not because of me, but because my family would always be richer than everybody else at that school.

Bellamy seemed to ponder my words a little before speaking again.

'Look to be honest when you brought me home last night that was the furthest thing from my mind, I won't deny that you're incredibly hot, but you know because of certain circumstances we could never really be anything.'

'I told you Bellamy I know you don't need to …' He cut me off before I could finish.

'But, I can't say that I've ever, ever experience anything like last night.'

'I'm confused what are you trying to say?'

'I wouldn't be opposed to this happening again, if you aren't opposed to be keep a secret and of course don't expect me to become your boyfriend.'

I was feeling a little smug Bellamy Blake known for one nightstands wanted a repeat performance with me. The question was did I? I couldn't deny that sleeping with him again would be incredible, but these types of relationship never ended well.

I kept hearing my father voice in my head Clarke you need to enjoy life while you can. I'm pretty sure this wasn't what he had in mind when he mentioned those words, but I couldn't deny that he was right; I needed to enjoy my life a little.

'Ok, I believe we have a deal, should we shake on it?'

'Oh princess, you don't shake on this kind of deal.' As he was kissing me sealing our agreement I realized it was the first time he ever used that nickname in a way that made my heart melt a little.

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