She can hear them fighting across the hall. The apartment walls are thin enough to hinder her from knowing exactly what their fighting about but they do nothing to drown out the incessant yelling. Normally when Octavia and Bellamy fight it doesn't phase her, but Clarke is coming off a full day of clinicals and she still hasn't started on her history paper. Peace and quiet would go a long way in helping her keep calm and carry on.
As soon as Clarke hears the front door to apartment 2B slam, she stands up from her dining table and heads for the door. As expected, there is a knock on her door (apartment 2A) not two seconds later. However, when she opens the door she is completely surprised by the presence of a young man. He's tall, tan with rough dark curls surrounding his face. And he looks livid. She can tell because his eyes seem black, there is a red tinge covering his face and he's breathing pretty hard.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Who the hell do you think you are? Giving my 16 year old sister advice about... boys..."
This is not at all how she expected to be meeting Bellamy Blake. He's been living in the apartment with Octavia for a little over a month but it never seemed like a good time to introduce herself. Briefly she thinks that it kinda sucks that this is how it happens.
She can tell that he's getting ready for another tirade and it's not something she is even slightly capable of handling right now. So she tries a different tact.
"Hi I'm Clarke Griffin. You must be Bellamy Blake."
He scoffs. Scoffs at her! And then lets out a frustrated chuckle. "Oh I know who you are, Princess. I've never met you but you're constantly in my business...in our business." Suddenly his voice raises an octave in what must be an imitation of Octavia "Clarke says this, Clarke says that, but clarke thinks...Blah Blah Blah." He's no longer looking at Clarke, flashing back to previous conversations (heated discussions?) with Octavia.
Clarke decides that this is probably the best time to strike back when he's clearly distracted and not on top of his game. She knows it's low but she has a damn paper to write. "Look I get that you don't know me but I know Octavia, have been tutoring her for over a year now. She and your mother have been like a second family to me and if she needs to talk to me about things I will be here for her whether you like it or not."
He's quick to retort. "She's my family and I'm the only one that's going to be talking to her about ... stuff."
It's her turn to scoff now. Scoff! "You can't even say it. Sex. Talk to her about SEX." Clarke is full on yelling now and she just can't seem to stop. "She's 16 and her mother is no longer here to have these conversations with and honestly do you really think she wants to talk to you about sex?! Ugh!"
He looks like he is about to have an aneurism. His eyes are wide. It's pretty damn obvious that he did not expect her to start yelling back at him. She considers that maybe not many people do stand up to him. He is sort of intimidating. Tall, angry...kinda hot. Woah WTF Clarke. Did you really just think about his hotness? God I must be tired.
She decides to ease his suffering, just a bit. Her tone doesn't change though. "Despite what you may think, I care about Octavia and I would never lead her astray. She has a good head on her shoulders." She huffs. Thinking about Octavia and how much she cares about the girl is helping to ease her annoyance (anger?). In a softer tone "I told her that only she could decide when she was ready, not to let anyone force or coerce her into anything and to always be safe. The same things your mom discussed with her months ago."
She looks away from him then because she doesn't want him to see her tearing up from the onslaught of memories tied to his mother's presence and absence in her life. She knows he must be hurting too. "Octavia is hurting and I don't want her making a rash decisions because she's trying to escape her pain."
Clarke glances at Bellamy now. His brow is furrowed and he's looking away from her. He still looks tense but not as angry. She waits to see if he has any response. Nothing comes. She doesn't have anything else to say and that paper isn't going to write itself. As she closes her front door, she says, "Goodnight Bellamy Blake."
An inch away from door being completely closed, she hears him say in a whisper "Goodnight Princess."