Chapter One – The Unexpected

Bellamy

The bell signalling the end of the day finally rang, much to Bellamy's delight and he watched as his students began to pack up their belongings.

"Alright everyone, I want you to read chapter ten and eleven for Monday and there will be a quiz so if I were you, I'd read." He was met with groans from the majority of his students.

"Oh and before I forget, anyone who still has to pay their money for Rome, the deadline is next Wednesday and I know there's a few of you still left to pay; and I know none of you want to miss out on four days of your favourite teachers pointing out historical inaccuracies with the tour guides." His students smiled sarcastically as they attempted to leave the place they called 'hell'.

Bellamy began to clean his board when he heard the small cough of one of his students still left to leave, he turned and found the new transfer, Charlotte, stood awkwardly in front of his desk.

"Is everything ok, Charlotte?"

"Sir, I don't have a copy of the book and the woman at reception said that they won't be getting anymore in until next semester. Also, I haven't read the first six chapters." Charlotte smiled softly.

"I think I may have a copy you can borrow, you're very lucky, you'll also have my annotations." Bellamy opened his desk drawer and found his copy under a pile of exam papers.

"Are you sure, I can ask someone to send me their notes?" Bellamy chuckled and handed over his book.

"I insist, I wouldn't want you to miss out on my amazing quiz." Charlotte rolled her eyes and smiled politely. She began to walk out of the room but noticed an envelope in between to pages.

"Oh, sir, I think you gave me this by mistake." Bellamy looked quizzically at the envelope as Charlotte handed it over the desk.

"Thanks." Charlotte smiled as she turned to leave; Bellamy waited until the young girl had left the room before opening the envelope. He felt his heart skip a beat as he found the photo inside, he ran his thumb over the picture and sighed loudly; Bellamy dropped into his chair and placed the paper on his desk, as he rubbed his hand over his face, the young teacher couldn't help but think about how different his life could've been.

"You are seriously such a bad friend." Bellamy was pulled away from his thoughts when his colleague and friend, Emori, surged into his classroom, he quickly covered the photo on his desk.

"What?"

"You're so called 'amazing' friend that you set me up with, never showed!" Bellamy couldn't help but laugh and dodged the book Emori threw in his direction.

"Hey, it's not my fault don't take it out on me. If it makes you feel any better, the girl you set me up with was already pissed when I got there and threw up on me after ten minutes." Emori smirked.

"You're right, that does make me feel better, but you still owe me a beer. Come on, we're all meeting at Grounders in twenty minutes." Bellamy stood to gather his belongings and groaned at the mention of a group outing.

"I think I'll skip this one, maybe next time."

"You said that the last time, in fact, that's all you've said lately. We all miss you, even Clarke and we both know how unbelievable that is." He scoffed, hoping that it didn't sound too forced.

"I'm sure you'll all survive one more night without me." With his bag on his shoulder, and the picture securely inside, Bellamy made his way over to the door, only to be stopped by Emori blocking his exit.

"Nope, not happening. You're going to drive to your apartment in your car, I'll follow you in my car and then I'll drive you to Grounders. We're all going to have a good time and you're going to enjoy it. Do you understand me, Blake?" Bellamy nodded quickly.

Emori waited whilst he locked his classroom door and they walked outside to their cars, Bellamy waved as he entered his car and tried desperately to think of an excuse to get him out of the night. He hadn't seen a lot of his friends in months. He hadn't seen Clarke in months, he thought it was best to keep his distance.

Fifteen minutes later, he had a beer in his hand and was wedged between thing one and thing two, also known as Jasper and Monty, but the blonde princess was nowhere to be seen.

Clarke

"Clarke, are you even listening to me?" Her mother's voice boomed through the phone causing Clarke to spill the coffee she was carrying, onto a customer.

"I am so sorry, Sir, let me get you a towel." Clarke jogged into the kitchen and quickly returned with a towel, smiling apologetically at the man before continuing the conversation with her mother.

"I'm at work, can't this wait?" She heard her name being called from behind the counter and saw Lincoln signalling that it was time to leave.

"All I want you to do is come and meet him, he's perfect for you, sweetheart." Clarke rolled her eyes and removed her apron and threw it onto the chair in the corner of the kitchen, watching as a piece of paper fell to the floor.

"I'm sure he is, but right now, I've got to go. I love you, mom." She hung up before her mother could protest. Clarke walked over to the piece of paper and picked it up, she froze as she realised what it was. The blonde ran her finger over the picture and sighed.

Clarke heard the kitchen door open and she placed the photo in her bag, she turned to find Lincoln stood staring at her.

"Come on, we're going to be late." Clarke joked, she walked passed the tall man and asked Glass to lock up before she left.

The drive to Grounders was short, but it felt like hours; Clarke couldn't stop thinking about the picture she had found, she'd forgotten that she had put it in the pocket of her apron, she still thought about it every day, but seeing it made it even worse.

"…and then I'm going to fly to the moon on my purple unicorn and eat moon cheese." The sound of Lincoln's voice pulled her away from her thoughts.

"I really don't know what Octavia sees in you."

"Oh, so you are paying attention. So you heard me say that I'm going to propose to Octavia?"

"Yes, of course I… Wait, what?" Clarke screamed leaning across to circle her arms around the man who was about to spend the rest of his life with her best friend.

"I'm driving!" She quickly moved back still smiling.

"I'm sorry, I'm just so happy for you, both of you." Lincoln laughed and pulled up outside Grounders, he and Clarke left the car and started to make their way inside.

"I haven't asked her yet, so try and keep it to yourself. Plus, I still need to speak to Bellamy about it, which I'm hoping I can do tonight." The pair made their way over to the bar and ordered their usual, beer and vodka coke.

"Bellamy's coming tonight?" Lincoln turned round and scanned the room, Clarke watched him wave at someone near the back, who she assumed was Octavia.

"Yeah, he's back there. Is that a problem?" He paid the bartender and passed Clarke her drink.

"No, of course not. I just haven't seen him here for a while, that's all." She took a sip of her drink and followed Lincoln to the back of the room where their friends were.

The first eyes she met were Bellamy's, her breath hitched and she quickly turned to look at the others on the table. It was more difficult than she thought it would be to see him.

Hi, everyone! I know I still have to update Loss of a friend, but I got inspired to write a new fic. Please review, I hope you enjoy it :)