I'm pregnant. The two words that can bring a person's world crashing down. Over the age of twenty-six, it may be acceptable, at the age of sixteen, not so much. Bellamy and Clarke had been together for just over a year, within the first few months of their relationship they had already been voted 'cutest couple', they were disgustingly adorable like that.
"Will you at least say something?" Clarke came back into Bellamy's focus.
She was crying. He wanted nothing more than to hold her and tell her that everything was going to be ok, but he couldn't. He was going to be a dad. At sixteen. Before he realised what he was doing, he was in his car and was driving away from Clarke, from their baby. He looked back in the rear-view mirror and saw Clarke slumped in her doorway, sobbing uncontrollably.
Bellamy pulled up outside the gym, turned off the engine and just sat there; unsure what to think or what to feel he went inside. Kane's gym had always been his escape, from his family life, from school, from everything; once he started hitting the punching bag, he forgot about everything. He focused on the pattern. One. One, two. One. One, two. It soothed his pain.
"So you're the one making all the noise out here. You know what time we close." Bellamy turned to find Kane stood smirking in the doorway to his office.
This was the relationship Bellamy had formed with Kane; Bellamy had stumbled into the gym after his step dad had beaten him once again, Kane offered him a free membership if he mopped the floors before closing. He turned back and continued to punch the bag, harder and harder with each hit.
"Ok Mike Tyson, how about we lay off the bag for a second and use actual words to portray…"
"Clarke's pregnant." He stilled and rested his forehead on the bag in front, trying to catch his breath.
"Well, shit."
"Well, shit indeed." Bellamy moved to sit on the floor, resting against the ring. Kane moved from his office and crouched next to him.
"Now, no matter how bad your problems are, the last thing you want to do is sit on this floor, seen as you haven't cleaned it yet."
"Kane, nothing you can do is going to stop me from freaking out."
"Listen, I know you're both young but…" He was interrupted by the teen.
"But what? I have no money, my job is washing the sweat off these floors and I don't even get paid for it."
"Well if you want me to pay you, all you had to do was…"
"I don't have a car, I don't even have a license. Her mom hated me before and I'm pretty sure she'll despise me now. And God, her dad, Jesus, her dad will kill me."
"Now I'm sure he won't…"
"What am I going to do?"
"How about let me get a word in?" Kane smirked, Bellamy looked embarrassed.
"Sorry."
"Now, we'll start with getting you off of this floor and onto a proper chair." Kane smirked and helped him to his feet.
"First thing I need to ask, how does Clarke feel about this?" Bellamy didn't answer, he couldn't.
"Ok, a simpler question, did you and Clarke talk about what you're going to do or did you just leave?" He sighed and looked at his lap.
"Blake, as much as I realise that you're panicking about this, what you've got to realise is that Clarke will be just as scared, maybe even more. When she told you that she was pregnant, she probably expected you to be supportive because that's who you are kid, but you walked out."
"I know." Kane stared at him for a moment before moving to his desk and retrieving a sheet of paper, he walked back over to the teen and handed him the sheet.
"We're hosting an amateur boxing night?" Bellamy looked up quizzically at Kane.
"The gym's holding an amateur boxing night, you are fighting in it."
"What're you talking about?"
"I've seen you box, Bellamy, you're good. You need a little coaching but we can get you ready before the match."
"You are honestly making no sense, and right now, this is the last thing I need to be doing."
"But it's exactly what you need to be doing. I was going to show you this when you came in for your shift tonight but that didn't turn out the way I expected."
"Kane…"
"Listen to me, there's a five hundred dollar prize if you win, and I've seen your competition and I know you can win. If, no, when you win, this will be the start to you sorting out your problems, money towards your baby." Bellamy was speechless for the second time in one day.
"Just give it a thought, maybe whilst you're cleaning the floors."
"How reckless could you be, Clarke? I thought we'd raised you better than this." Abby yelled, pacing back and forth in front of her daughter. She and Jake had come home to find Clarke still slumped in the doorway, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Mom, please. I know I was stupid, you don't need to keep reminding me."
"You've only just become a sophomore, Clarke, and you're having a child. With Bellamy Blake of all people, I mean you could have at least chosen someone that will do something with their life." The mention of Bellamy made Clarke cry once again.
"Abby, how about we take a breath and leave Clarke alone for a few minutes?" Her dad smiled at her softly.
"Taking a breath isn't going to solve everything, Jake." Clarke sighed. She heard the doorbell ring and saw her father taking the opportunity to leave the room.
Jake walked down the stairs shaking his head at how his wife continued to yell at their daughter, he knew that by now Clarke would have begun to drown her out. He opened the door and found a sheepish looking Bellamy, clutching a piece of paper in his hand.
"Mr Griffin, I…" He stumbled on his words, his face turning redder by the second.
"It's not me you should be scared of, her mother's been ranting for a solid ten minutes." Jake moved out of the way and signalled for Bellamy to enter the house.
"You want a minute or should I call her down now so she can rip you limb from limb?" He joked, Bellamy didn't find it too funny.
"Clarke, Bellamy's here!" Jake yelled. He heard his wife cursing as she ran down the stairs.
"You! Do you enjoy ruining people's lives?" She stormed towards him but was pulled back by her husband.
"Mrs Griffin, I understand that you're angry at me, I'm angry at me, but it's happened and right now I want to prove to you that I'm going to be here for Clarke and the baby. If she'll let me after how I reacted?" He glanced over at Clarke and saw her nodding her head, he released a breath he didn't know that he was holding.
"We'll give you two some space." Jake grabbed his reluctant wife out of the door, grabbing his car keys before shutting the door behind him.
Bellamy and Clarke stood in silence listening to the sound of Jake's car pulling away from the house, even after, neither of them spoke. He looked at Clarke and saw that her face was red and her eyes looked tired, as though she had been crying for hours, she probably had.
"What's in your hand?" Clarke broke the silence.
"The start of my plan, or at least Kane's plan." He handed her the paper, the flyer for the boxing match.
"I don't understand." Clarke looked between the paper and Bellamy, trying to figure out how this was going to help them both.
Bellamy explained Kane's plan to a baffled Clarke, she sat down on the couch reading the flyer over and over, and taking in the information Bellamy had told her. The Blake moved over to the couch slowly and sat down next to her, waiting for her reply.
"So your plan is to get beaten up because you might, might, win some money." Bellamy ran a hand over his face and sighed.
"I have nothing to offer you, Clarke. A couple of fights and I could support you, us. It's worth a shot if nothing." He held Clarke's hand and hoped she would understand his logic.
"One fight. You do one fight and if you don't win, that's it." He leant forward and kissed her, after a few moments, they both pulled away resting their foreheads against each other.
"One fight."
So I know that I haven't updated Best I Never Had in a long, long time but I have a severe case of writer's block. I did, however, get inspiration for this story. It will probably be four chapters and shouldn't take me that long to complete it, but don't hold me to that ;). Enjoy! Please tell me what you think.