Disclaimer: Don't own The 100

This will be a two-shot with an epilogue

"Go away."

"You're going to break and tell me everything you know, Princess."

"No, I won't." Clarke didn't understand how many times she was going to have to tell Octavia Blake's older brother that it was none of his business what his sister did. Sure, Octavia could be quite the brat, but she was nineteen now, and that meant that Bellamy Blake needed to back down (even if just a little) when it came to his younger sister. "You're going to have to get used to the thought of Octavia making her own choices and doing her own thing, all without your input or approval."

Bellamy narrowed his eyes. "She's doing something I wouldn't approve of?"

"Do you approve of anything she does?" Clarke grabbed a book and opened it to the page she'd last read up to.

Bellamy reached out and lowered the book she'd shielded her face with. "That's not relevant."

Clarke snorted in amusement. "It is!"

"It isn't." Bellamy frowned. "And anyway, if she didn't subconsciously want me checking in on her she wouldn't have chosen to go to my university."

Clarke's lips curled in amusement at that. "Didn't you basically trick her into the idea by taking her to every single frat party and making her think that this place was the "Party University" she was looking for?"

"It was not trickery, it was cunning. Those two things are completely different, but of course a Princess like yourself would never understand that." There he went again, making a jab at the fact that she'd grown up more than financially comfortable.

"You are so prejudiced, Bellamy Blake."

His mouth parted. "I am not!"

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Yes, you are. You're prejudiced against people who come from families with money."

"I am not-okay, maybe I don't quite like trust fund babies, but that's only because they don't know, or even live in, the real world." He frowned at that. "That doesn't mean I am prejudiced against them though."

"Riiiiiight." She raised her book again.

"I am not prejudiced."

She merely continued to read.

He lowered her book once more to glare at her. "I'm not going to stop calling you Princess, Princess."

"Fine." She raised an eyebrow at him. "Then I'll just call you something just as unflattering." She pursed her lips and thought it over for a while before she grinned somewhat evilly. "From now on you'll be the Royal Guard, or, well, Guard."

Bellamy made a face. "You're not calling me "Guard"."

She grinned at him and yanked her book free from his grip.

Bellamy rolled his eyes and left.

"I'm telling the truth, she's not coming to the dorm until later tonight, she's got studying to do."

"Right. Studying." Bellamy lay on Octavia's bed, doing his homework, which he had brought with him for some inexplicable reason. "I know she has a boyfriend, this is my sister we're talking about, and the fact that she doesn't want me to know who it is..." he shook his head. "I'm going to stay right where I am and catch them when she comes back."

Clarke shook her head at him. "Why are you so overprotective of her?"

Bellamy wrote down something before he finally looked up. "What has Octavia told you about our family?"

She hesitated, knowing that family was a touchy subject for the Blakes. "That your father isn't in the picture and that your mother died when you both were very young. She said that you basically raised her on your own."

"We lived with an uncle, but he was very hands-off in his 'parenting'. I had to pick up the slack and be what she needed me to be." He made a face. "I've been that kid's mother and father all my life, I just can't stop just because she's not eight anymore." He took in a deep breath. "I wouldn't know how to even if I wanted to."

Clarke stared at him thoughtfully.

He looked away, clearly uneasy with her gaze. "What?"

"Nothing." She looked away. "It's just that, well, you've made me wish I had an older brother."

Bellamy stared at her in silence before he returned to doing his homework. Although they didn't speak to each other until Octavia arrived with Monroe (and not a boyfriend) ladened down with books, Bellamy's lips were curled in a soft smile the whole time.

"Why are you here at this time of night?"

"Why isn't Octavia here at this time of night?"

"Do I look like someone who knows Octavia's every move?"

"Yes."

Okay, so what if she actually did know where Octavia was at this moment? It didn't mean she was actually going to tell the girl's overly protective older brother! "Go back to your dorm, Bellamy."

"People have been raped on campus, Princess." His eyes were narrowed. "They're trying to keep it hushed because of publicity, but there's been a couple of girls who have been hurt here. I've told Octavia this over and over again and yet she keeps doing crap like this an endangering herself!"

The blonde stared up at him, a little surprised and a little ticked off. "Thanks for letting me know about all these rapes during your many visits." She folded her arms over her chest, still standing in the doorway and stopping him from coming in. "Good to see how much you worry about my safety."

Bellamy blinked and stared at her oddly before he smirked and shook his head. "I didn't have to warn you."

"Just because you're not my brother doesn't mean-."

"That's not what I meant." Bellamy ran his hand down his face. "What I was trying to say was that I didn't have to warn you because you're a good girl."

Clarke blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Every single time I come here, no matter what time of the day or night it is, you're here, safe in this room." Bellamy explained. "You're a good little Princess, which means that I don't have to worry about you traipsing around somewhere in the middle of the night and getting hurt, so I didn't think to warn you since it doesn't seem like it would be a problem."

Clarke narrowed her eyes at him. "So you're saying I'm boring and have no life."

Bellamy blinked. "How did you come up with that conclusion?"

"Good night, Bellamy, I'm going to be boring and predictable now." And with that she slammed the door in his face.

Clarke Griffin could let loose and have fun just like any other college kid, and that was why she (for once) accepted an invitation to a party and went with her friends. She didn't quite enjoy it, and to be honest she'd wanted to go back home soon after having arrived, but Bellamy's words burnt in her skull and she stayed there, and might have gotten a little drunk. She danced with people, watched her friends get even more intoxicated than she was, and then laughed with the others as Jasper mumbling sonnets about Octavia's dark hair and blue eyes. Lincoln (the boyfriend Bellamy didn't know about) thankfully already knew about the scrawny boy's crush on Octavia and wasn't at all bothered or threatened by it. But he did film Jasper's sonnet so that he could tease the boy about it later.

By the time a couple of hours had gone by (she'd timed it so she could leave) Clarke was sure that no one would call her a "good girl". She'd done beer pong and played spin the bottle, and had basically pretended to have a really good time. Now she could go back home and her reputation as a "good little Princess" would be tarnished and Bellamy Blake could eat his words. She tried to find her friends but they were somewhere doing something, and since she really wanted to go back to the dorm, and it really wasn't that far away, she decided, to hell with it, she was going back alone.

The girl stumbled and laughed at herself as she left the party. She kept imagining Bellamy's shock when he discovered that the girl he thought he'd pegged as boring and bland had actually shown a wild side. Maybe a part of him would wish that he'd actually been there to see it. Well. Too bad Mr Blake!

Another fit of giggles escaped her as Clarke stumbled home, and it took her a couple of minutes to realize that there were footsteps in the darkness coming towards her. For a split second she felt panic because it was shadowy and she was alone, and Bellamy's words about rapes rang in her ear, but that panic passed when a figure emerged from the shadows and stopped in his tracks when he saw her.

The shock was visible in his eyes. "Princess?"

"Hey Belly..." she giggled at the unflattering pet name and stumbled.

The shock turned to dark disapproval. "You're drunk."

"Maybe a little," she admitted, quite proud of herself and inside she was cheering that he could see she wasn't a boring wallflower. "I went to a party with Octavia and-Bellamy?!" She gave a squeak when he stormed towards her and picked her up bridal-style. "W-what?"

"If we wait for your pace it'll take you forever to get back to your dorm." A muscle ticked in Bellamy's cheek. "You're smarter than this. I don't know what exactly happened, but I know that you're smarter than drunkenly stumbling around in the dark after I just told you that there have been attacks on the females on campus." He shook his head as he continued towards the dorm room she shared with Octavia. "When I didn't find you in the room I figured something had happened, but damn it, I didn't expect to find you like this."

Of course he hadn't, he thought she was boring. "Surprise!"

He did not look pleased. "Is this about Finn?"

She blinked and angled her head to look at him in shock. "You know about me and Finn?"

"Octavia told me about his ex girlfriend not actually being his ex but his current girlfriend... while he was with you." Bellamy shrugged. "Is this why you're acting like this? Because of him?"

She stared up at that chiseled face and shook her head. "I was pissed at you, not at Finn."

Surprise colored Bellamy's face as he turned his gaze down on her. "Come again?"

"You said I was boring and predictable," she mumbled.

Bellamy's lips twitched. "You said you were boring and predictable. I said you were a good little Princess."

"It's the same thing!" She slapped at his shoulder in outrage.

Bellamy chuckled and shook his head. "No it's not." They walked in silence for a little while before Bellamy cleared his throat. "So you're telling me you did this very UnClarkelike thing to prove to me that you weren't boring and predictable?"

"Of course not." Neither of them believed her.

His amusement grew. "Clarke, I like not having a mini heart attack, okay? So please don't feel the need to prove yourself dangerous and unpredictable in the future."

She pursed her lips, not quite sure how to take that. "You worried about me?"

His eyes widened and he looked down at her in shock. "Of course I did. If something happens to you, who will keep me informed on Octavia's every move?"

Her lips curled upwards in amusement that matched his. "I never tell you about Octavia's whereabouts or activities."

"You're going to break any day now, Princess, I'm sure of it," he teased.

"No, I'm not." She grinned. "Now, onwards to the castle, Guard!"

"As you wish, Princess," he snorted and shook his head. "And don't call me Guard!"

Bellamy stopped short on the other side of the door, his eyes wide in surprise. "Octavia."

Octavia Blake raised an eyebrow at him. "Why do you look so surprised to see me? I live here."

He quickly recovered from his shock and cleared his throat. "Right. Uh. Of course you do. That's why I come here, isn't it? To see you."

Octavia snickered and him and left the door open as she ventured back into the room.

Clarke eyed those two over her bottles of fingernail polish. "You've finally caught her home for once, Bellamy, miracles happen."

He gave her a little wave, a grin tugging at his lips, before he cleared his throat and turned to his sister.

Octavia was eyeing him curiously. "Why are you here?"

Bellamy opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, and then cleared his throat. "To, uh, see what you've been doing. I mean, uh,"

Octavia raised an eyebrow.

So did Clarke.

Bellamy cleared his throat once more before he narrowed his eyes. "The other night you let Clarke stumble home drunk. I thought you were a better friend than that. You know about the attacks going on."

"I didn't know she'd gone. I wouldn't have let her go by herself if I had." Octavia's hands anchored on her hips. "When I got back home I told her that she wasn't to ever do that again."

Bellamy and Octavia both turned to her.

Clarke's eyes widened as she looked form one Blake to the other. "She, uh, she did."

"That doesn't make it any better." Bellamy shook his head. "If I hadn't been going towards the party anyone could've-."

"Why were you going to the party?" Octavia cut in. "You don't like that frat house. You say they're all steroid-infused imbeciles."

Bellamy cleared his throat. "Well, uh, when I realized that C-no one-was in your dorm I figured-that was there were three frat houses having parties that night and you all weren't at the other two so-that is not the point!" He cleared his throat and anchored his hands on his hips as he glared at his sister. "If you're going to take Clarke to places like that: take care of her."

Octavia opened her mouth, face twisted in anger, before she suddenly froze. Her eyes widened and her lips curled. "Oh... I see."

"What?" Bellamy raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing." Octavia's grin was scary. "You're right, Bell, I'll take good care of Clarke. Don't worry."

Bellamy cleared his throat. "I don't-."

Octavia grinned as she looked between Bellamy and Clarke, her grin growing larger before she hugged Bellamy, visibly shocking him. She then pulled away and flopped on the bed. "So, Bell, red or yellow?"

Bellamy continued to look at her as if she were some sort of alien. "What?"

"Red or yellow." Octavia motioned towards Clarke. "She's trying to decide which color to choose."

Bellamy gazed down at the nail polishes before announcing: "Red."

Octavia grinned eviler.

"You sure?" Clarke eyed the red nail polish.

"Yes." He shook his head.

"It's his favorite color," Octavia stage whispered. "When he was younger he used to write his name on everything that was his in red marker."

"O..." Bellamy glared at her.

Clarke chuckled as she twisted open the cap. "Is that so?"

"He was always so possessive with his things." Octavia sent her brother an evil smile. "Never liked anyone else touching what he thought of as his."

Bellamy just glared at his sister.

Clarke looked between the two of them and smirked in amusement as she began painting her nails.

"Wow, so you're Clarke."

The blonde blinked as she stared at the guy in confusion. "What do you mean I'm Clarke?" She gave a nervous little laugh. "You make it sound as if you've heard about me before."

Murphy nodded as he leaned in. "I've known Bellamy since we were kids and ended up two doors down from him in college, so let's just say that I've heard about you."

She was almost afraid to ask. "What did he say about me?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Murphy snickered.

Yeah, actually, she would.

"Is there a reason why you're wearing red nail polish?" Murphy wanted to know.

She blinked and looked down at her nails. "I couldn't pick the color and Bellamy was there so he decided on red for me."

Murphy's smirk was as evil as Octavia's. "Of course he did."

"What exactly does that mean?"

"They're red." Murphy waggled his eyebrows.

Clarke narrowed her eyes at him before she remembered what Octavia had said about Bellamy and red markers. She blushed. "Don't read anything in that. It's his favorite color. Of course he'd pick it."

"Riiiiiiight." Murphy snickered. "Now I'm going to go so he stops glaring at me."

Clarke opened her mouth to deny that that was happening, but Murphy was gone, his expression far too pleased with himself.

"What did Murphy want?"

She jumped and turned to face Bellamy, whose gaze was narrowed uneasily on Murphy's back. "He thinks you like me."

Bellamy's eyes widened and his dark gaze turned to her. "What?"

"I know, right?" She snorted. "Ridiculous." And yet she eyed him over her cup and tried to figure out what it meant that his expression had gone blank. "Because you don't like me."

"Of course I don't."

Ouch. He hadn't needed to say it so, so, harshly.

"What a relief. Because I don't like you either." And that might've been spiteful on her part, but he'd wounded her ego with how quickly he'd denied any possibility of an attraction.

"Good." A muscle jumped in Bellamy's cheek.

"Perfect." Clarke downed the rest of her drink.

The rest of that night sucked. Hard.

"Since when do you study in the library?"

Well, Bellamy never went to the library (that she knew of) and she'd been trying to avoid him ever since that awkward hell-night. But of course Clarke wasn't going to come out and admit that it'd hurt to realize that the spark she felt when she was with Bellamy was clearly one-sided. She'd thought that he might've felt something for her, but to paraphrase him, of course he didn't. All he saw her as was his sister's roommate whom he could try and wrangle information out of. That was all. It'd amused her before but now amusement was far from what she felt.

"Don't ignore me." Monty sat down across from the blonde and raised an eyebrow. "Octavia thinks that she's done something to offend you and has asked me to come and figure out what it is. She wanted to send Jasper in at first, but then she figured he'd just make a mess of it, so she sent me instead."

Clarke blinked shock. "Why would Octavia think that I'm mad at her?"

Monty raised an eyebrow. "You are never in the room anymore, Clarke. She thinks you're avoiding her."

"I'm not avoiding Octavia." She let out a sigh. "I'm avoiding her brother."

Monty blinked and then looked around them before he leaned in close. "Dish. Now."

She did, even if only because she'd really needed someone to vent to and up until then the only option had been Octavia.

To his credit, despite his surprised little gasps, Monty stayed quiet until the very end. And then he finally spoke. "Clarke Griffin, you're in love with Bellamy Blake!"

She glared at him. "Speak softer!"

"Right." He nodded and cleared his throat as he lowered his voice. "You're totally a woman spurned!"

"I'm not a woman spurned. That's so melodramatic."

"Whatever. You wanted him to admit to being attracted to you, and he told you he wasn't, and now you're avoiding him and the whole issue because he hurt your feelings." Monty sighed. "That was so harsh of him though. Of course I don't. That's just mean."

"Right?" Clarke was glad to have Monty on her side in this issue. "He could've just said something like: sorry but you're not my type. It wouldn't have been nice, but it wouldn't have been as mean!"

Monty pursed his lips. "I'm shocked, to be honest. I mean, I thought he liked you."

She sighed. "I thought he might too. Shows how much we know about relationships." She ran her hands over her face. "Then again, the last guy I dated never actually ended things with his old girlfriend, so maybe I just have really bad luck with guys."

"If you get old and wrinkly and can't find anyone, I'll bite a bullet and marry you to try and counter your shame." Monty's expression was almost completely sincere and not teasing.

Clarke laughed. "Ditto."

Finn Collins stared at her with those puppy-dog eyes that had once made her heart melt. "Thank you for this, and I'm so sorry again."

"It's no problem." She tried for a smile despite the fact that she was still ticked off with him. "Just make sure you take notes next time, okay?"

"I will." Finn nodded and looked like he wanted to say something else, but instead decided against it and walked away with her notes under his arm.

Clarke watched him go and felt so surreal to be talking to him as if nothing had happened.

"So, you've gotten back with Collins."

Clarke jumped in shock and turned to see Bellamy Blake standing behind her, his hands shucked in his jacket's pockets. "Hey."

Bellamy's gaze went to Finn's back and he took in a deep breath as he came to stand next to her. "I was wondering why you weren't spending time in your dorm room anymore. I guess I found out the reason."

She licked her lips. "I'm not with Finn."

"Right."

She narrowed her eyes. "I am not. Not that it's any of your business, but he just asked me for notes to a class he's missed. That's all."

"Oh." Bellamy cleared his throat and looked away. "So why haven't you been at your and O's dorm?"

"Why? Annoyed that you no longer have a spy to try and get info about your sister from?" She rolled her eyes. "You'll have to widen your list of contacts if you ever want to find out who her mysterious boyfriend is."

He raised an eyebrow. "Or I could just talk to Lincoln."

Her eyes widened.

He grinned. "Yeah, I know more than I let on."

Her mouth parted. "How long have you known?"

"Since May."

Clarke couldn't believe it. "That's when they first started dating."

He nodded and pointed with his thumb to his chest. "Big brother. I know all."

Intrigued, she tilted her head to the side. "So if you've known all along, why did you pretend not to?"

He grinned. "I wanted to see how long it would take you two to break and tell me. Congratulations, you both have lasted longer than I thought you would."

She laughed, darkly amused with this whole situation. "She's going to flip when she finds out you know. She was so incredibly proud that she'd managed to keep her 'first secret ever' from you, and for so long at that!"

"Nah, O is an open book, really easy to read." Bellamy shook his head. "I know that brat better than she knows herself." His smile turned wry. "It's why I worry so much."

Clarke was impressed, highly impressed. "I'll be sure to let her know you said that."

He chuckled and shook his head.

Somehow, things were better between them after that, though Clarke never exactly figured out why.

TBC