"Good Evening California! I'm Sadie Jones coming to you live from Hollywood Blvd with all of the latest celebrity gossip! Let's start off the evening with our favorite bad boy...Bellamy Blake!"
Bellamy was slipping on his favorite pair of dark washed, J Crew jeans when the sound of his name coming through the television on the other side of the bedroom caught his attention. He slowly walked out of the bathroom towards the large, flat screen tv hanging on his wall. As the intro credits to the E News report played, Bellamy glanced at his toned abs and flexed his biceps. He was extremely fit. Magazines all around the globe labeled him "Sexiest man alive" and "Hottest Bachelor" and he could see why. Every morning he spent two hours with a personal trainer to keep in shape. He was also on a strict diet. Since most of his movie roles required a lot of physical strength and shirtless scenes, he had to always be in tip top shape.
The cameras never stopped rolling on Hollywood's Bad Boy. The paparazzi followed him wherever he went and literally lived outside of his Beverly Hill mansion. Most of the time he didn't mind the attention, he actually loved being in the spotlight, but lately, the attention was negative. Two weeks prior, a story broke claiming that Bellamy was dabbling in drugs. He was arrested on night after leaving Mecca, the hottest club in LA drunk and high. He decided to race his 2015 Lamborghini down Sunset Blvd and ended up getting pulled over and failing a field sobriety test. His little sister, Octavia, had to bail him out of jail that night.
Once Bellamy's manager, Marcus Kane, found out about the DUI incident, he came to Bellamy demanding that he start turning his life around. Marcus was a close family friend of the Blakes who took the kids in when their mother died of Cancer ten years prior. He helped them both land acting roles and sky rocket into the spotlight. Bellamy got his big break when he was asked to star in The Hundred trilogy. The movies were about a young, bad boy named Cade who saved planet Earth after a zombie apocalypse with his love interest, Alia (Played by Roma Grace) after only 100 humans were left. Teens and Young Adults fell in love with the series and Bellamy became one of the most famous men in the world.
Bellamy shook his wet hair like a dog and then turned up the TV to hear the latest story about him. "Welcome back! I'm Sadie Jones and I'm here to fill you in about Hollywood's Heartthrob, Bellamy Blake. Now as you all know, Bellamy has been living up to his bad boy reputation by getting arrested, drinking and driving, street racing, and smoking marijuana, but what you might not know is that Bellamy was caught on tape beating up his co-star, John Murphy last night outside of Mecca. Let's take a look."
Bellamy scoffed as the low quality cell phone video showed him beating the shit out of Murphy. "You don't even know the whole fucking story. Murphy's a dick and came up to me to taunt me about my sister." Bellamy screamed at the tv.
"We reached out to John Murphy this morning and he agreed to come in and speak to us, welcome John!" Sadie said.
Bellamy watched as Murphy limped on stage, he could tell that he was overreacting. He knew that he hadn't beat the twat up that bad. A crowd around the reporter and the hurting actor made various awh noises before the interview began.
"Thank you for joining us John." Sadie said. John smiled weakly with a hint of a smirk twitching on the corner of his mouth. Bellamy could tell that this smirk was meant for him.
"It was my pleasure Miss Jones." Murphy replied, kissing her knuckles.
"So tell us what happened last night at Mecca." She coaxed him. Murphy sighed and set his hands in his lap.
"Well, it all started when Bellamy approached me at the bar inside of the club. He was already very drunk and high. I tried to tell him that he shouldn't drink anymore but he just got aggressive. He started to shout at me, taunt me, and push me. Eventually, we were asked to take it outside, then he beat me to a pulp until the medics arrived." Murphy explained solemnly.
"Fucking liar! He came up to me and said my sister was 'a fucking slut just like her mother'". Bellamy screamed at the television. "Bell, turn it off, please." His sister's faint voice came from the double doors. Bellamy's body instantly softened as he turned to face his little sister.
"O, I'm so sorry…" He said as he approached her. She gave him a small smile and nodded.
"You don't have to be. I know what really happened last night." She said. To him, that was all that mattered. No one in the world meant more to Bellamy than his little sister. She was all he had ever since their mother died.
Just as the siblings were about to hug, they heard the front door slam shut. "Bellamy Blake get your ass out here!" Kane roared. Bellamy gulped, he knew Kane must have heard about the incident at the club last night. He ran into his closet and threw on a nice grey shirt before meeting Kane in the foyer.
"Bellamy, this is getting out of hand." Kane began. Bellamy rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, ready to hear the typical bullshit lecture from Kane.
"You need to get your shit together son, now more than ever." He added. Bellamy raised his eyebrow, prompting his manager to continue. Octavia watched the exchange from the top of the staircase.
"Bellamy, your career is on the line this time… I've been trying to get you for the part in a new movie series called, Return to Earth but Lionsgate is concerned about your reputation. They don't want another hard to work with celebrity. They are considering giving the part to John Murphy if you don't get your act together." Kane explained. Bellamy's mouth dropped open.
"Kane you don't understand, Murphy was saying horrible things to me about Octavia, I couldn't just stand by and let him say that!" Bellamy shouted.
"Bellamy, you have a temper, you always have and Murphy knows that. He also knows that if you fuck up one more time… he gets the part. This movie is bigger than The Hundred. If you don't get this, your career could be over." Kane explained. Bellamy ran his fingers through his hair and groaned.
"So what am I supposed to do?" Bellamy replied.
"You need to stay out of the spotlight, no parties, no clubs, nothing. You need to lay low for the next few weeks while I work things out with Lions Gate. I'm going to put together a couple charity events, fan meet and greets, and press releases. We are also working on setting up an interview with Sadie Jones next week." Kane informed him.
"NO!" Octavia exclaimed from the top of the staircase. She quickly ran down the curved stairs and stood next to her brother. "I'm having my birthday party tonight at Mecca and Bellamy has to be there!" She cried. Bellamy's heart felt like it was broken in half at the sad tone of his sister's voice.
"I'm sorry Octavia, he's not going." Kane said sternly. The brunette clung to her brothers arm and pouted.
"But he's the only family I have. I don't want to spend my birthday without him." She pleaded. This caused Bellamy to feel even worse. He cursed under his breath at himself...if only he held it together last night…
"He's staying here and that's final. Now I have to get going, I have a lot of meetings to try and defuse this PR nightmare." Kane groaned and headed for the front door. "If there is anything about you at that party tonight, your career is over." Kane snapped before slamming the door shut behind him. Bellamy stomped into his room and fell onto the bed. His little sister followed closely behind him.
"What are we going to do?" She wailed. Bellamy patted a spot on the bed next to him for her to sit and she did. Then, he wrapped his arms around her. "I'm going to that party, Octavia. Family always comes before my career." He told her. Octavia nodded and let her head fall onto her brother's shoulder. "But how?" She asked. Bellamy smirked. "Bellamy Blake won't go…" He said, tossing on a pair of shades and hiding his hair in a hat, "but Cade will." He said. Octavia knew exactly what they needed to do. "I'll put together the disguise, you get ready for the best 21st birthday party of your life!" He said.
"Clarke you are literally the most boring person I've ever met." Raven complained as she finished applying her makeup. Clarke was sitting on the bathroom floor with her nose in a book about this history of modern medicine. When the blond didn't respond, Raven spun around and ripped the book out of her hands.
"Hey!" Clarke exclaimed. Raven rolled her eyes and set the book down on the bathroom counter.
"It's Friday night, I'm going out with Harper, Jasper and Monty. We hate to see you sit around and study every weekend. Please come out with us tonight." Raven begged. Clarke stood up and shook her head.
"I'm sorry but doing illegal things like sneaking into a private party at Mecca is not my thing." Clarke replied, grabbing the book off of the counter and walking out of the bathroom. Raven trailed behind her in a mini black dress and sequined pumps.
"It's called having fun. Not sitting at home in sweats on a beautiful Friday night!" Raven exclaimed, twirling in her dress. Clarke rolled her eyes and curled up on the couch.
"I'm sorry Raven but I'm just not interested in going out tonight. I had a long week at med school and I just want to sit at home eating pizza, studying, and painting a little." Clarke explained. Raven's heels clicked on the faux tile floors in the kitchen of their two bedroom apartment. It wasn't in the best part of town and most of the place was falling apart, but Clarke and Raven still called it home. It was all they could afford since they were both in school and only working part time jobs.
"Gosh you're such an old lady." Raven complained as she searched in the fridge for a bottle of Fiji water.
Clarke glanced up from her book and glared at the brunette. "I'm just being responsible." Clarke retorted. Raven shook her head. She was about to respond when they heard a knock on the door. Raven clapped her hands and ran to open it.
"HELLO!" Harper, Jasper, and Monty exclaimed at the front door. Clarke could tell that the three were already buzzed. She waved at them as they entered and made themselves at home on the mismatching furniture. Harper was wearing a dark blue dress with a gold hem. Her hair was pushed back in a gold head band with curls that cascaded down her back. Monty and Jasper were in identical grey dress shirts and slacks.
"Clarke's not coming, again!" Jasper whined. Clarke sighed and set her book down. "Guys, seriously stop worrying about me and trying to invite me. You know this isn't my thing. Go have fun and please don't get arrested." Clarke said to them. The trio ran up to her and hugged her.
"We won't mama Clarke." Harper replied. Clarke awkwardly sat there while they sandwiched her in a hug. She could barely breathe due to the amount of perfume Harper was wearing. When they finally let her go, Clarke took a deep breath and pulled her blanket over her legs.
"Alright it's almost 6, if we want to beat traffic we better leave now." Harper said. The group jumped up and headed for the door.
"Bye Clarke, we love you! See you in the morning!" Raven said and blew a kiss to her roommate. Clarke gave her a small smile and motioned for them to leave. Once her loud friends closed the door, the blond sunk back into the couch. All she could focus on was the ticking of their crooked clock.
"You're such an old lady" "Clarke's not coming again?" "You're literally the most boring person I've ever met."
Her friends voices echoed in her head. Clarke shook her head to try to get the words to leave but it wouldn't work.
"Treat every day like it's your last." Her father used to say before he passed. A small tear ran down her pale cheek and she quickly brushed it away.
"Treat every day like it's your last." Clarke echoed her father's words out loud. Then, she set her book down and walked into her bathroom. She stared at herself in the mirror for a minute, taking in her sad appearance. Her hair was up in a bun, she was wearing an LA Laker's T-Shirt and grey sweatpants. Clarke reached up and tugged on her bun so that her blond curls could fall down. Then, she took the front two strands of hair and pinned them together at the back of her head.
Next, she dug through her drawers for any makeup. She found some blush, earth toned eye shadow, eyeliner, and mascara. She applied her makeup, careful to maintain a natural look, and then admired herself in the mirror. She turned her head to look at her closet and then entered. She didn't have many nice clothes, so she ran into Raven's room and borrowed a cute black lace dress from H&M. She then put on a pair of Raven's flats and gave herself one last look in the mirror before throwing all of her belongings into a silver clutch and leaving the apartment.
The lights in the hallway flickered as she made her way towards the elevator. She pressed the button and waited a minute before the elevator made it to her floor and opened. As it passed the four floors below hers Clarke sighed. She didn't know where she was going or what she was doing but she was going to make the most of it.
When the elevator doors open, Clarke stepped out into the tiny lobby of her building and waved goodbye to Javier, the janitor, before stepping out into the warm California air. Clarke fumbled in her purse for the keys to her 1999 pick up truck. It took a couple tries for the door to unlock but once it did, she slid into the seat and started the truck.
Clarke drove for awhile with no sense of direction. She knew that all of the Hollywood hotspots were near Mecca so she sighed and headed in that direction. She was bound and determined to find something to do tonight. Clarke turned up the radio and groaned when it was stuck on a celebrity gossip channel. "Fuck Raven, when you drive my car don't change the station." Clarke muttered.
"In other news, last night Bellamy Blake was caught on camera beating up his costar, John Murphy." The woman on the radio explained. Clarke scoffed as she drove. "God, he's such an asshole...what do all those girls that fantasize about him see in the guy?" She groaned before shutting off the report. She was tired of constantly hearing about Bellamy Blake. Raven was a huge fan of The Hundred Trilogy and forced Clarke to see every movie. Clarke would sit in the theater listening to Raven, along with fifty other girls squealing at every move Bellamy made on screen. Clarke was sure she was the only girl in Hollywood that couldn't give two shits about him.
She finally saw the exit that would take her towards Mecca. The traffic was a nightmare. She could already see the lights from the club lighting up the night sky and the cameras flashing. Clarke decided it would be best to park her car as soon as possible and walk. At the first opportunity, she pulled down a dark alley and parked her car. She fed five dollars into the parking meter and then made her way onto the main street.
People were dressed like movie stars everywhere she turned. Clarke could barely fathom all of the lights, cars, photographers, fancy restaurants, theaters, and clubs around her. The closer she got to Mecca, the crazier it became. She suddenly found herself being pushed by screaming girls trying to catch a glimpse of Bellamy Blake. It was his sister Octavia's 21st birthday party tonight at Mecca. Anyone who was anyone would be there and Clarke's reckless friends were going to try to sneak in.
"Do you think he will sign my boob" One girl asked her friend.
"He's going to marry me." Another said dreamily.
"No he's going to marry me!" A third girl argued.
Clarke rolled her eyes at them and continued down the street. He's not that special. She thought to herself.
Suddenly, Clarke found herself directly across the street from Mecca. There was a red carpet at the front door that was lined with press, paparazzi, photographers, and fans alike. Limos would pull up every couple minutes letting out another beautiful person. The bouncers would check them for an invitation and then they would waltz into the club. The trap music from inside the club was so loud that Clarke could hear it over the screams of the fangirls.
She couldn't take the sound anymore. So she turned around and saw the perfect place to go. It was a small coffee shop directly across the street from Mecca. It was practically empty due to the attention Mecca was drawing so Clarke entered. She went up to the Barista and ordered an espresso. Once it was ready, she climbed up the stairs and made herself at home on a couch upstairs. She was in the perfect spot to watch the chaos outside but all she could hear was the soft piano music coming from the coffee shop. Clarke relaxed and pulled out her medical book to study. At least I'm not at home, so take that Raven! She thought as she paged through her book.
The blonde tried to focus on the medical terms but she was suddenly distracted by the craziness outside the window. A crowd of fan ran across the busy street when they caught a glimpse of the pink porsche pulling up. A driver exited and opened the door for a beautiful, thin brunette. She stepped out and shook her long, brown hair. She was wearing a beautiful pink dress that probably cost her thousands of dollars. She winked at the crowd and blew a kiss before strutting towards the doors. The guards didn't even check her for an invitation, they simply opened the doors and let her waltz in.
"Wow." Another girl breathed from across the room. "Who is that?" Clarke asked innocently. The girl on the other side of the room nearly spilled her coffee. "Uh, that's Octavia Blake. She's like the most famous 21 year old on the planet. Duh." The girl said. Clarke felt stupid, of course it was Octavia. This was her party. No wonder why everyone went crazy when she arrived.
Clarke awkwardly thanked the other girl for the information and then lost herself in her book, hoping that for once, she would have a crazy Friday night.