So the frat party got kinda crazy, and being the smart ass I am I pregamed with Raven who got me so fucked I blacked out by 11. Its 3 am now and I just woke up from a drunken nap on the hood of my car, I guess I walked back and couldn't remember how to get in. Anyway, all of the dorm doors are locked, my key is nowhere to be found, and Raven is probably too drunk to answer her phone. I have no way in.
I finally give up on my dirt soaked Forever 21 booties, and I throw them right into the dumpster. But then I notice something, a fire escape.
Ok, I just need to climb up there and go through a window. It seems simple enough. Calculating the fact that I'm half drunk I estimate that it was at least worth a try. So I slam the dumpster close, jump on, and attempt to hoist myself up on the fire escape. After three bruising attempts I'm able to make it to the ledge, ignoring the large cut I just got on my arm.
Now I have to get in through a window somehow. Wow this plan was not thought through at all, but I'm in too deep now. Lucky for me a light was on in one of the windows, so I tap as politely as I can on the glass.
The guy inside is typing furiously on his laptop and nearly drops the thing off the bed when he sees me. I give a feeble wave.
He stands up and glares at me, acting pretty agitated as he pushes open the window.
"Um, hello?" He says, "If your one of Miller's booty calls you're a little too late," he motions to the guy passed out on the other bed, fully clothed and covered in beer.
"I'm sorry this is weird," I stammer, "I was at the frat and I don't know what happened to my key."
"Ah," he said with an understanding smile like he goes to frats all the time. Due to the fact he was up late working I doubt that's true. As I crawl through the window and into the lit room I notice the small brown freckles speckled on the guys cheek, and he seems to notice my grimy bare feet.
He frowns at me, "Hey, you're bleeding," he says pointing to my arm. It's not the little cut I thought it was. My blood was now dripping down my wrists and for some reason I don't feel it all, probably because of the alcohol, or this guys worried eyes.
"Just sit down," he exclaims, pushing me down onto his bed before running to the bathroom.
I glance around the room, admiring the various Fall Out Boy and Rolling Stones posters on the wall. There's a framed photo on the nightstand of a younger version of the guy holding a small, tan looking girl in his arms and grinning. It's his sister, I guess.
He clambers back into the room with a towel and thrusts it into my hands, "Here, stop the bleeding with this," he directs me.
I fumble with it for a moment, drunk Clarke isn't as much of a doctor as sober Clarke. He kneels down beside me and opens up a large patch band aid, waiting for me to pull the towel away, which I don't because I'm too busy staring at his goddamn freckles. Finally he takes my hand and moves it so he can press the band-aid over the large cut in my forearm.
"You should probably go to the infirmary tomorrow, that fire escape is pretty rusty you could get-"
"Tetanus," I interject, "Yeah I know. I'm pre-med so,"
"Oh," he laughs, "then I guess you could've done this yourself then."
"Eh, I'm still a little weird, and it's nice having someone else do it for a change," He smiles up at me for a moment, but stands up awkwardly when he notices that he he's been holding my forearm for an intimate amount of time.
"Well I should head back to my dorm and make sure my roommate made is ok," I sigh, wobbling as I stand up.
"Yeah I heard the frat was insane," he says glancing over at Miller, "He's proof of it." He starts chuckling like he knows something I don't.
"Well thanks a lot," I say heading towards the door, but he slips past so he can open it for me, like a true gentleman. Usually I would say I can do it myself, but I'm just so done right now I probably couldn't if I tried.
"I'm Clarke by the way, Clarke Griffin." I mutter, as I stroll out the door.
"Bellamy Blake," I can hear the smile in his voice while he says it.
"Thanks a lot! See you around," I turn back and wave.
He was a pretty chill dude for letting me crawl through his window like that. It's surprising to meet a guy in my dorm I've barely seen before. I know he's watching me as I leave because I don't hear his door shut until I'm all the way down the hall. I smile when I hear it click. I really hope I do see him around.