So, I had the idea and I figured I might as well write it down. Should I continue?
Oh, also, I have a few other WIP for the 100-there's a sneak peek for one of them (also a modern!AU) in the notes below the chapter.
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PS This is not beta'd, all grammar mistakes are all mine.
Mama, Don't Preach
Chapter One—Don't Preach
Papa don't preach,
I'm in trouble deep
Papa don't preach,
I've been losing sleep
But I made up my mind,
I'm keeping my baby
I'm gonna keep my baby
He says that he's going to marry me
We can raise a little family
Maybe we'll be all right
It's a sacrifice
But my friends keep telling me to give it up
Saying I'm too young, I ought to live it up
What I need right now is some good advice, please
—Papa Don't Preach, Madonna
"Clarke?"
Clarke winces when she hears Octavia knock on her bathroom door repeatedly, worry clearly audible in her voice.
"Clarke, are you okay? You've been in there for like half an hour."
She sits up shakily, wiping her mouth on a piece of toilet paper before flushing the toilet. "Yeah," she replies in a brittle voice, "I'm fine. Just a little… Little nauseated." She closes her eyes and takes a few deep breaths to steady herself before she opens the door and offers Octavia a tight smile. "Must've been the taco's. My stomach doesn't always want to process Mexican food."
Octavia eyes her curiously for another moment—damn it, why does her boyfriend's sister have to be so damn perceptive?—before nodding slowly, seemingly accepting her explanation. It is, after all, not really a lie.
Clarke really does have a sensitive stomach.
"Okay," Octavia says slowly, biting her lip, "Bell just texted. He and Lincoln are like ten minutes out."
"Great," Clarke smiles—a little more convincingly this time, because she hasn't seen Bellamy in three months and she hates missing her boyfriend for so long—, running her fingers through her messy curls, "Are the others staying when they get here?"
The others, namely Raven, Finn, Jasper, Monty and Harper, came over to Octavia and Bellamy's house—really, more of Octavia and Clarke's now that Bellamy is away at college—to keep the girls company while they waited for their boyfriends to come home. Bellamy and Lincoln, while not too keen about each other when they first met (which probably had more to do with Bellamy's overprotective brother instincts than it did with Lincoln), had decided to room together when they decided to go to the same college one state over.
They formed a rather peculiar but close friendship over the years Lincoln had been dating Octavia.
Clarke is still jealous that Lincoln and Octavia had managed to get together and fall into a relationship so easily while it had taken her and Bellamy nearly a year and a half of dancing around each other before they'd been able to actually admit their feelings for each other—not that they had been able to keep their hands off of each other in that period.
She'd been only fifteen back then, but she'd had a thing for Bellamy since they were kids—she knew that he felt it for her too, but she was afraid of what would happen if she did ever try to date him, so she didn't.
She'd also dated Finn Collins, who was new in town, for a bit to get over what she felt for Bellamy—because it was just too scary to admit that she was in love with her best friend's seventeen year-old brother—, but never got too serious with him, thank God.
After six months of dating, on their Spring Dance—coincidently also the night Clarke had decided that she would let him be her first, like he'd been shyly suggesting for a while—his girlfriend from his hometown showed up.
Needless to say, Clarke did not go home with Finn that night.
She'd called Bellamy—because she really didn't want to have to explain it to her mom, who would probably have insisted on hearing Finn out, because he was 'such a nice, polite young man with a good reputation', and her dad, who would only shake his head and hold her while she cried—who came to pick her up immediately, pausing only to punch Finn in the face and to ask Raven (Finn's other girlfriend) if she needed a ride somewhere.
After that, she'd stuck to Bellamy like glue, and while Finn (and Raven) still attended Ark High School, she was able to avoid him. She and Bellamy didn't kiss until his Prom though, over six months later—he'd asked her to be his date, and when she said no, bribed her with Oreo's and B&J's into saying yes.
They'd also shared a lot more than her first real kiss that night.
And while they were closer after that, they were also more distant—well, she was a lot more distant.
It had taken her father dying for Clarke to realize she was wasting precious time by keeping Bellamy at an arm's length.
That was two years ago.
She and Bellamy had hit a rough patch when he first went to college, but they were well past that, and Clarke was looking forward to joining him and Lincoln at Whitmore College after the summer.
She sighs heavily as Octavia heads back to the living room, swallowing thickly.
Yeah.
She was looking forward to it—not that she thinks that'll be happening anytime soon now.
She glances at the clock and curses herself (and the damn clock) for not having figured out what the tell Bellamy days ago—now she has less than ten minutes to figure out how to get her boyfriend alone (which will probably be the easiest part of the night) and how to tell him, without him freaking out, that they are going to have to alter every single plan they had made for the future because of one stupid, drunken night.
She'd gone to see him over the weekend a couple of months ago, joined him at a frat party, got very drunk and had her way with her equally drunk boyfriend in a broom closet of all places.
Without using protection, of course.
She feels like an idiot when she thinks about it now—she knows better than this.
She's not one of those stupid little girls who has unprotected sex with their high school boyfriend and gets knocked up before she's even turned eighteen.
And yet, here she is.
Sure, her boyfriend isn't in high school anymore, and it's not like she and Bellamy aren't sure about each other or their relationship, but it's not what they planned.
And that scares the hell out of her.
Not to mention that her mother is going to murder her, and Bellamy, and then her again, because Doctor Abbigail Griffin cannot handle the possibility of their good family name being tarnished—she nearly blew a gasket when Clarke and Bellamy started dating in the first place.
"Clarke? Are you just going to stand there for the rest of the night?"
She jumps a little when Octavia calls out to her, shaking off her—far too panicked and confused—thoughts, before smoothing her hands down her shirt, lingering briefly on the slight swell, where she knows her and Bellamy's baby is growing.
"No, I—" She swallows thickly and shakes her head before joining the others in the living room, "I was just texting mom."
Raven snorts and tosses a piece of popcorn at Clarke's head as she retakes her seat on the saggy couch, eyeing the television as she tries to catch up with the movie. Finn is spread out on the armchair to her right, and Jasper, Monty and Harper are lying on their stomachs on the carpet, half on top of each other.
She allows herself to relax, enjoying the movie while listening intently for the unmistakable sound of Bellamy's old Ford pickup truck turning onto the driveway. And the second she hears it, she and Octavia are moving, racing to the door to greet their boyfriends. Clarke giggles as she watches Octavia jump Lincoln before he's even properly gotten out of the car, temporarily distracted by everyone else leaving the house, and then, before she knows it, Bellamy is standing before her, grinning down at her.
"Hey there, Princess," he strokes her cheek gently before leaning in to kiss her.
"Hi," she whispers breathlessly when he finally leans back, her head spinning as she tries to convince herself to give herself and him one more careless night together before she tells him, before she screws everything up by saying the words out loud…
But this is Bellamy, and he's always been able to read her a little too well.
"What's wrong?" He frowns and it makes him look sad, and Clarke really hates that look on his face—she really, really hates it—so she presses her fingers to his forehead, smoothing out the creases as she whispers, "We need to talk."
"What is it?"
Of course, he would push it, of course, he wouldn't just wait until they are inside, away from prying eyes, and he's gripping her waist tightly, refusing to let her go and—oh.
He thinks she's going to break up with him.
She nearly snorts—that's the last thing she wants to do right now.
"I—" she glances over her shoulder to the house, biting her lip as she adds, "We really should go inside to talk about this, Bellamy…"
"No," he shakes his head stubbornly, "Clarke, tell me what's going on. Right now." His large hands come up to frame her face (her heart skips several beats) and his eyes are wide and pleading. "Please, Clarke. What's wrong?"
Tears are burning in her eyes and she feels like she's about to choke on her own tongue, but Bellamy needs to hear this, and he needs to hear it from her—not that anyone else knows yet, but still. She takes a deep breath and bites her lip before meeting his intense gaze.
"I'm pregnant."
Sneak peek into 'Keep Your Eyes Open', a modern day gang!AU (Bellarke, I promise).
"You sure you're ready for this, Collins?"
Finn refuses to show just how nervous he is—and who could blame him? It's his first deep cover assignment, and Captain Kane had already impressed upon him (many times) how important taking down this gang is, and just how much everyone (including mayor Jaha and his new wife, Doctor Abigail Walters) is counting on him being able to incriminate the entire gang—and just nods.
"Yeah," he smiles tightly at the girl that hands him his new ID, credit cards and full background check on the people he'll be living with for the foreseeable future.
"We know they have someone, or more than one someone, on our side," Kane repeats, for what must be the thousandth time, "We have our suspicions, but we have not been able to confirm them." The man frowns and adds, "that's also your first job. Figure out who their inside men are, and how we can take them down without your cover being blown."
Finn nods and scans the first page, his eyes drawn to the picture again.
Kane notices the look and raises an eyebrow. "There will not be a conflict of interest here, will there, Collins?" The older man glares down at the picture distastefully and adds, "If it helps you sleep at night—you'll be able to get back at the woman who broke your heart and sent you running for Europe."
Finn swallows down the bile that rises up in his throat at the thought of revenge and hurting people, and reminds himself that he's doing this for the greater good.
That gang (The Hundred, as they call themselves, the pretentious little shits)—bunch of self-righteous kids who believe themselves heroes when they're no more than common street thugs—is causing people trouble. Good people, people that work hard and have done no wrong in their entire lives and that don't deserve to be harassed by a bunch of arrogant kids that want to protest against the system. He's proud to be a part of taking the 100 down—and he will enjoy taking down their leader most of all.
Bellamy Blake is an arrogant son of a bitch that had fucked with Finn's life a bit too much when they were all in high school (and Finn refuses to consider that Bellamy might not be that responsible for what happened—refuses to admit he might not have anyone but himself to blame).
"Let's run through the plan one more time," Kane orders, "How far are you on getting yourself an introduction?"
"Pretty close, I think," Finn nods slowly, "Jasper is pretty gullible—" Once again, he has to swallow down his guilt, because he hates talking about him like that (it's true though, and he hates that even more), "—so when I mentioned being interested in meeting with other high school buddies, he immediately suggested calling everyone. I'm pretty sure Monty, Miller, Harper, Raven… Probably Clarke too, if she's in town."
He tries not to wince at the last two—he's not too sure how the two girls will react to seeing him.
There's a reason he left in the middle of senior year to finish high school abroad.
Kane nods grimly—Clarke Walters—now Clarke Griffin—, daughter of Abigail Walters, is somewhat of a black sheep in town. She had been the golden girl, the Ark's Princess, with a bright and beautiful future ahead of her—and then, five years ago, she had suddenly decided she had had enough.
No one really knows why—though Finn suspects it had something (everything) to do with her father's sudden death—, but Clarke dropped out of Pre-Med two years in and promptly changed her last name to her father's rather than her mother's, moved out of her mother's house and left town—no one knows what she's doing now, and it's something people on the high-end of town love to gossip about.
No one sees her around town when she is here, and rumour has it that she has not spoken to her mother since the day her father died.
"Very well," Kane nods, "Once you have the introduction into the gang, our contact will be limited to once every three weeks. You won't be able to talk to us unless Bellamy Blake orders you to—do not screw this up, Collins."
And that's how he finds himself in the biggest mess of his life.