Ooooooookay. So to be completely honest, I have lost a lot of interest in writing Nowhere Found for the moment, mostly because many crazy things have been happening in my life, and I want to currently write a story with more humour and happiness. I have major writer's block with Nowhere Found right now, so I'm not saying I'll never finish it, I'm just saying that right now I just can't focus on it and make it a priority.
So, as for that explanation, may I introduce to you my new Bellamy/Clarke story - Friends (With Benefits). This story will be centred around Bellamy (a frat boy) and Clarke (a sorority sister), and, well, the rest you'll just have to find out.
Enjoy the prologue, and tell me what you think :)
Friends (With Benefits)
prologue
Three damn years. That's how long it took for her to realize that Finn Collins was a soul-suffocating bastard.
Three. Damn. Years.
This stupid, idiotic man had her fooled for three years. Had her fooled even when Justin Bieber was the biggest celebrity in the world, and he told her his career was going to end soon. Had her fooled when he told her sushi was good, and she spent the rest of their night throwing up in a downtown restaurant's single washroom.
Soul-suffocating bastard.
Of three years. That means he was a soul-suffocating bastard when they met each other during senior year of high school, and when he asked her out behind the ice cream shack in their hometown. He was even a pathological liar when he told her he loved her, and that he wanted her, needed her -
Blah, blah, fucking blah.
"Clarke?"
She looks up at him, her fingers digging into the metal of her fork. Everything feels hot, and red, like the whole God damn world is falling apart. Her dress is itchy and her hair feels loose in its curls, even the rage interfering with her appearance.
She forces a smile, icy and mean. "What did you just say?"
Finn bites on his bottom lip. And she used to think that was fucking cute. He places his napkin on the table and pushes the cake from his view, the cake she ordered that says Happy 3rd Anniversary.
Like she said. Three damn years.
"Okay, I know. I know. This is totally shady of me." He leans forward and tries to capture her hands in his, but she pulls them away. He turns in his chair to signal for the cheque. "But come on babe, we're totally drying out."
Clarke's rage increases. "Excuse me?"
"Clarke." He looks serious now, even more serious than when he told her he slept with Roma Rae eleven times in the past week. "We barely have sex, anymore. And we're both so caught up in school, I just think it's best."
She wants to throw up. Oh God, she wants to throw up.
The waitress returns with their cheque, and he smiles politely, asking for her to take the cake to the trash.
Finn leans his elbows on the table. The ends of his suit ruffles against him, and she internally scream, because who the fuck wears a suit when breaking up with your girlfriend of three years who you God damn cheated on?
A soul-suffocating bastard, that's who.
Finn sighs and takes a sip of his wine. "Listen, I never meant to hurt you. Honestly."
Clarke almost laughs. She briefly closes her eyes, because this can't be happening, this totally can't be happening. She's in third year of university, she's smart, she's good to him, she's so good -
And then Finn takes her distraction as an opportunity, gripping her fingers in his hand.
"Can we still be friends?"
Okay and that's the prologue! I know it doesn't feature Bellamy or any of the real story, but I just wanted to set you guys up for what to come next. What did you guys think? I hope you're as excited to read the rest as I am to write it! The next chapter should be up shortly, and trust me Bellamy will be in it, a whole lot of naked Bellamy.
Have a good week! Xoxo.