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"since your dad walked out, your mom could use a guy like me" -Stacy's Mom ; Fountains of Wayne
"Ok Clarke, deep breath in, deep breath out" I tell myself slowly as I look in the mirror. I look over myself, inspecting anything that could be taken the wrong way. I'm wearing respectable adult clothing, and I don't have any flashy makeup on.
"First day." I said.
Fresh start.
"Moma!" I hear my baby yell. I smile, and I know as long as I have her, everything will be fine.
"Coming l'ange." I say and step out of the bathroom. I see her standing in the doorway of our apartment, tapping her foot impatiently. "Whatcha in a rush for lil one?" I say jokingly as I slip on my trench coat.
"Come on Merè! It's my first day of school!" she said bouncing up and down grinning, losing her stern tone. God, she was like a carbon copy of me. Her blonde hair, that fell down her back. Her pale ivory skin. The dimple on her chin. The only difference between her and I was her dark brown eyes that were her father's.
"Oh really?" I said grabbing my to go cup.
"Yes! Now let's go Moma!" she said grabbing my hand and pulling me out of our apartment. I slowed down and locked the door behind us and smiled at her. I held tight to her hand, with her small mitten wrapped around hers.
It was fall in Belfast, Maine, which meant cold weather. We walked down to the local school, Nickerson Elementary School. The fall meant changing colors, and the temperature beginning to drop.
She swung our interlocked arms, and kicked the fallen leaves on the sidewalk as we walked to the school. It wasn't a very far walk, and I had done countless hours of research on the school. As the building came into view I noticed she wasn't talking my ear off as she usually does in the morning. Whether it be about her dream, or the weather, or her cereal. She always had something.
"Something bothering you l'ange?" I asked her, looking down at the top of her head. She stopped kicking the leaves and stiffened up a bit. She nodded her head.
"Are you nervous?" I asked her. She shrugged, then nodded. There was something else getting to her, and I had a feeling it had to do with her father.
"When is dad coming home?" she asked me quietly. I looked up from the top of her head and looked around me, no one was listening, but even still I felt vulnerable talking to my baby about what her dirtbag of a father did to us.
"Soon, ok baby?" I said pulling her to me, wrapping my arm around her. I felt her small arm wrap around my waist, and I knew she deserved better.
She deserved to have her father in her life, even if he was the biggest douchebag.
We arrived at the building, and before I let her go any further I dropped down and looked her in the eye.
"How about this, you go have the best first day of first grade ever, and when you come home you can tell Miss Bell all about it. I want you to save the very best part for me though, ok? We can put on your favorite tv show and we can have whatever you want for dinner ok Princesse?" I said with the biggest smile I possibly could.
"Ok mommy." she said with a smile, she had one tooth missing from her bottom gum.
"Now, what's our motto?" I said with an expectant smile. She stopped for a moment and thought, and then smiled as she remembered it.
"Don't let Theo outside without a leash." she said, as if she remembered. I burst out laughing,
"No honey pie! Always smile." I said smiling at her. She giggled and smiled back at me. I loved her smile, and her laugh was the best thing that I could ever hear.
"I know momma, I was kidding with you." she said and threw her tiny arms around me.
"I love you Stacey." I said holding her tightly.
"I love you too Beau." she said kissing my cheek. I grinned at her, only my daughter would call me beautiful in French, and consider it a common courtesy. I stood back up and began to take her hand again, only to hear a very loud motorcycle come up by the front of the school.
"Momma what is that?" she asked.
"That, is a motorcycle." I said, with a bad taste in my mouth.
"Like what daddy had?" she asked. I nod my head, only this one was all black, and not only did it have an adult male in the front, but a small girl in the back.
They both donned helmets and goggles, and they had the same indifferent look on their face.
The man put the bike in park, and took his helmet and goggles off, and I was taken aback. He was hot. I smacked myself out of it, I couldn't focus on that right now, I had to focus on the important stuff, like Stacey and my job.
"Woah, look at her momma." Stacey said pulling on my trench coat, and I looked at the small girl on the back of the bike. She had long straight brown hair, with dark olive skin, and bright blue eyes. The man got off the bike and offered his hand to the girl, she got off the bike and held his hand as they entered the building.
"Well." I said huffing, they sure knew how to make an entrance I thought to myself, only to realize we were a part of the mass of people that were staring as well. "Come on l'ange." I said pulling Stacey into the building with me. She picked up her pace and soon we were both walking at a speed walk into her kindergarten classroom.
"Well, here you are Princesse." I said smiling at her, she looked around the classroom with big eyes. "You have a good day ok?" I said smiling, and tousling her hair once more before letting her hand go and beginning to walk out of the classroom.
"Momma!" I heard her say once more, and as I turned to face her I felt her tiny arms grip me with the force that I had never felt her use before. "Je t'aime Beau." she whispered in my ear.
"Je t'aime l'ange." I whispered back to her and kissed her cheek. This time I let her go and she ran off to go make friends I watched her approach a small group of kids and she instantly started playing with them. I smiled, and knew she would be ok. It broke my heart though, and I knew that this was the beginning of her growing up. I couldn't think these things right now, otherwise I would start crying and then I would be 'that mom'. I shook it off and turned to leave the classroom.
I rammed right into a solid figure who gave a small grunt.
"I am so sorry!" I said as I wobbled backwards.
"It's alright, no big deal." the gruff figure said. I looked up to see it was the man on the motorcycle, the little girl standing next to him watching the whole interaction.
"Well, I apologize." I said and walked around him. I listened hard as I heard him talk to the little girl.
"Alright squirt, whatcha gonna do today?" he asked her.
"Uncle Bell, we've already been over this." the girl said with an annoyed mature tone. I rolled my eyes and gave a snort. So, he was the uncle, and she was the sassy niece. Nice, I thought to myself. I stopped listening, and for some reason it made me feel better knowing that he was the uncle of the girl, and not the father.
I walked out of the school and realized I was running very late. I hailed a taxi and made my way to work, where I spent hours upon hours physically there at work; but mentally in a thousand other places.
How was Stacey? Was she ok? Were the other kids being nice to her? Was her teacher a complete ass? How were that man's eyes so dark?
That last one had gotten to me several times today, and I knew that I shouldn't let it.
"Mrs. Hudson." I heard one of my employees say as they entered into my room. I cringed at that, ouch. I forgot that I hadn't changed my name back to my Maiden name. I looked down at my left hand, I suppose the ring still on my finger wasn't helping matters.
"Yes?" I said looking up to meet them in the eye.
"You have a visitor." the intern said with a nervous smile and exited. I nodded and straightened the papers on my desk, and in rolled none other than Mr. Hudson.
"Clarke." he said entering the room and shutting it behind him.
"Finn. You can't be here." I hissed at him standing up.
"We need to talk, and this is the only place I know for a fact I can find you." he said walking towards me.
"You, will never be able to see her again." I said staring at him, with the most unforgiving look on my face as I could muster.
"She is my baby too, you can't just take her away from me." he said, no longer looking apologetic.
"Yes I can. You will be receiving a restraining order in the mail soon." I said with a bad taste in my mouth.
"You think just because you're some big business woman you can take my girl away from me?" he said walking closer to me.
"I think I can keep her away from you for what you did to her." I said. "What you did to us." I followed, standing up a bit straighter. I was thankful I wore my killer pumps today, it gave me the leverage I wanted.
"Bullshit." he whispered, and he got that dark look in his eyes he always got when I did something he didn't want me to do.
"You'll also be receiving divorce papers soon too. You're going to be so far out of our life Finn you'll be nothing but a memory." I hissed.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he said slamming his fist on the table.
"Do you want Stacey to grow up without a father?" he yelled.
"Better no father than a dirtbag father!" I yelled back at him, and that was where he lost it. Before I could even realize what he was doing he wound his fist back and punched me straight in the face. I stumbled backwards and he began to back up.
"Clarke." he whispered.
"Get. Out." I said quietly, holding my hand against where he punched me.
"I'm so sorry." he said as he tried to move towards me.
"Now! Before I call security!" I yelled.
He backed up, but kept his eyes on me. He ran out of the room and the building.
"Fuck." I whispered. I sat down and grabbed a compact out of my desk drawer and paged for my new assistant to come into my office. "Oh my damn." I whispered looking at myself.
He hit me right next to my nose on my left eye. There was a bit of bleeding and I could already see it bruising up. That wasn't going to look good at all. I looked like a piece of white trash who got into a street fight. I had a damn reputation around here, Vice President, and climbing up to President. I wasn't about to have my name drug through the mud around here.
The intern came in and gasped when she saw my face.
"Shut the door very quietly." I said in a calm stern voice. She had wide eyes and did as told. I examined her, dark bags under her eyes, and cheap eyeliner under her high quality mascara. She was probably new to the city, young, and trying to make a name for herself. If she did exactly as I told her, I would give her the boost she needed.
"Harper, is it?" I asked. She nodded her head, and her long auburn ponytail bobbed up and down.
"If you do everything I say, and do it correctly, I will make you my full time assistant rather than my intern. Alright?" I said, and she suddenly got a small smile on her face and nodded very fast.
"Perfect. I need you to cancel my appointments for the rest of the day, I have a personal issue that I must attend too. If Higgins asks where I may be, tell him that I threw up, and had to exit. Clear?" I said looking at her sternly with one eye. She nodded very quickly.
"Yes Mrs. Hudson." she said in a very excited tone.
"Please, call me Miss Griffin from now on." I said, and I was proud of the way I said it. She smiled and nodded.
"Yes Miss Griffin." she said, and walked out of the room. I started gathering my things, when she opened the door again.
"Miss Griffin, if you don't mind me asking.. Where did that come from? Was it from your visitor?" she asked with a concerned tone. I smiled at her and nodded.
"Yes. He is never allowed to visit me again ok Harper?" I said and she nodded her head.
"I apologize for letting him in, in the first place." she said with a sad look on her face. Once she said that, she exited and I thought to myself for a moment. She genuinely cared about me, and I think I was going to like having her around more often.
I looked at the time, 2:45. I was going to go get my princess, and we were going to go home.
I had to tell her what was happening, and she always made me feel better when she was around.
I slipped on my long trench coat and threw my shoulder bag on, and exited my office. I donned my dark gucci sunglasses, in hopes that no one would notice my eyes. I gave quick kurt smiles to anyone who gestured or tried to speak to me, and exited the building as quickly as I could.
I walked down to the school and breathed in the cool crisp afternoon air. I dug my hands in my pockets and thought to myself how I let it get to this. My life was absolutely perfect, and then one night everything just broke down. I had married my high school sweetheart, got out of our small hometown, made it big in the international portion of the corporation I worked for, had one beautiful daughter, and got her a puppy for her fourth birthday.
Everything that you were supposed to do in this world.
Then, one night when I had come home early from a business trip in Barcelona, I find my husband and another girl in my bed. The bed that I still haven't been able to sleep in. I kicked the leaves as I went along, and I couldn't seem to get the image of her and him together, and the fear in his eyes as I dropped my bags and ran out of the apartment.
I arrived at the school, and realized there was another good fifteen minutes before the children would be released, and I sat down on one of the benches outside. I looked around the place, it had everything that a school could want. Everything I wanted Stacey to have.
I couldn't imagine how I was going to tell her that she could never see her dad again.
"Oh god." I said and buried my head in my hands.
I heard the motorcycle from this morning pull up in front of the school and stop right in front of me. I looked up, and saw him take off his helmet and goggles as he did last time. He smirked at me, and got off.
He was wearing dark jeans, that had a bit of grease on them, and dark work boots. He had a dirt tight grey v-neck t-shirt under his dark leather jacket. He was textbook definition of the sexy bad boy that your mom warned you about. But now I was the mom, and I was warning myself that he was bad news.
That didn't stop the little tremble between my legs from coming. It had been ages since I had had sex, and I knew that this was just my body's reaction to him.
"Well, if it isn't the clumsy little french mommy." he said smiling at me. I rolled my eyes, but I knew he couldn't hear me.
"And if it isn't the bad ass, in my way, uncle." I said smirking at him. He raised his eyebrows, clearly not expecting that from me.
He outreached his hand, "Bellamy Blake." he said with a smile. One that I knew was trouble. I took his hand, in a tight firm grip.
"Clarke Griffin." I said, and it felt damn good to use my own last name, and not that trashbags. He sat down next to me and sighed.
"You know, the forecast is cloudy, with almost zero percent chance of sunlight." he said gesturing to my sunglasses. I swallowed quickly.
"Fashion statement." I said nervously and looking down at my intertwined fingers.
"Whatever you say Princess." he said rolling his eyes.
"Princess?" I asked.
"I heard you call your daughter that, she is quite the little Princess indeed. She looks almost just like you." he said. I smiled and took the compliment, she was beautiful and everyone knew it.
"Thank you, your niece is quite the little beauty herself." I said.
"Stella? Don't let her hear you say that. Her father calls her his little banana pie, and he's the only one she'll let compliment her." he said with a smile. I gave a small laugh, banana pie was an interesting nickname, but to each his own.
"So, where you from?" he asked.
"Here." I said. He gave me an odd look.
"Really? I've never seen you around." he said.
"Well, we used to live on the other side of town, but recently moved here. About a month or so ago. I travel around alot, so L'ange often stays with her Uncle." I said, referring to my little brother. Kent was a casanova, and the only girl that he held in his heart dearly was our little Stacey. Then he gave me another odd look.
"What about Mr. Griffin?" he asked. I was about to answer his question when suddenly masses of children ran out of the building. I scoured the groups of children for Stacey, and Bellamy must have been doing the same for his Stella.
Then I found her, and next to her was Stella.
They were talking and smiling. I looked over at Bellamy who was grinning from ear to ear.
"Her goal today was to make at least one friend." he said in a hushed voice. I grinned, and looked over at our girls, Stella looked like a tough girl, and I was so proud of my Stacey for making herself a friend. Stacey saw me and ran towards me.
"Merè!" she yelled. I smiled and opened my arms as she jumped into them.
"Hello Princesse, did you have a good day at school?" I asked her.
"Oh yes! So much fun! This is my friend Stella." she said turning to look at Stella who was smiling at me.
"Hi." she said and before she had any warning Bellamy scooped her up and swung her around laughing.
"Uncle Bell!" she yelled, with a frown on her face.
"Oh, my little Stella Ella made a friend." he said kissing her cheek. Stacey and I both grinned, and watched as she tried to squirm away from her loving uncle, but we could both tell she wasn't trying very hard as she gave a small giggle. Bellamy set her down and dropped down in front of Stacey.
"And what might your name be Stella's friend?" he said smiling at her. She dropped her mouth and smiled. She suddenly got very shy and smiled.
"My name is Stacey Hudson." she said outreaching her small hand. He looked taken aback, and smiled at her. He took her tiny hand in his and kissed it. She blushed deeply and turned into me.
"Uncle Bell can Stacey come over to our house do you think?" Stella asked pulling on Bellamy's jacket.
"I don't know Squirt, that's your mom and dad's call. Not mine." he said looking down at her.
"Here honey, why don't you give her my number, and then your mom and I can work something out ok?" I said smiling at her, I wanted Stacey to get to experience everything, and a sleepover was at the top of my list.
"Here, why don't you give it to me, and I'll pass it along to Octavia." he said with a lazy smile as he passed me his iPhone. I knew what he was up too, and I gave him a knowing look. The smirk on his face had an aching feeling shoot through me. I quickly entered the digits into my phone, and put my contact name as Clarke Griffin. He looked at it, and then looked back at me with another quizzical look. Whatever his question was, he didn't act on it. He grabbed Stella's hand and turned to Stacey.
"Goodbye Stacey Hudson, I'm sure we'll see each other again." he said with a big smile. She nodded her head and blushed.
"Miss Griffin, I'm sure you'll be hearing from my sister sometime tonight." he said, and with that Stella ran onto Bellamy's bike and he followed. Stacey and Stella yelled goodbye to each other. Stacey and I walked away from the school and back to our apartment.
There we heard Theo whining at the door and Stacey banged on the door.
"Momma open the door my baby needs me!" she whined. I rolled my eyes, Theo was the dog that I had gotten Stacey for her birthday. I unlocked the door and she ran in, and the small corgi jumped into her arms. She smiled and closed her eyes, petting him as he licked her face over and over again.
"Why don't we take him for a walk yeah?" I said grabbing his leash. She lit up and nodded her head. She attached the leash to his collar and she walked out the door. Theo was a good dog, he never pulled on his leash, and always stayed right in front of us. We were walking on the sidewalk, and I decided now was as good a time as ever to tell her. I knew the sooner I got it out, the better I would feel. It wasn't good to keep something like this all held up.
"Stace, there's something we need to talk about." I said.
"Is it about school? I loved school. I loved it so much, and Stella. I love Stella too." she said as she skipped along a hopscotch game that was chalked onto the sidewalk.
"No baby, it's not about your school or friend." I said and reached for her hand. She stopped jumping and grabbed onto my hand.
"What is it mom?" she asked looking up at me with a concerned face.
"It's about daddy." I said softly. She looked down at her feet and began kicking leaves again. Something we both had in common when we were troubled.
"He's not coming back is he?" she whispered.
"No baby, that's not it." I said, softly.
"I heard you talk to Mr. Bellamy. He called you a different name than daddy's." she said sadly.
"Baby this has nothing to do with you ok, this is about daddy. He needs to get away for a while." I said sadly.
"Does this have anything to do with his little birdie?" she asked, looking up at me with tears in her eyes. I stopped us and dropped down to look her in the eyes.
"What?" I asked rubbing her shoulders as she began to cry.
"Whenever you're away, daddy leaves me with Nana so he can visit his little birdie." she said crying. "Daddy loves that little birdie more than me, doesn't he?" she said crying. Theo walked up to her and whined, rubbing himself against her leg.
"No l'ange! Daddy loves you very very much, we just can't see him for a while, ok?" I said and she nodded her head, but she was still crying.
"I'm sorry mommy." she said crying. I reached for her and pulled her close to me.
"What are you sorry for baby?" I asked her, rubbing her head.
"I should have told you about the birdie." she said sniffling and wrapping her arms around my neck.
"It's not your fault Beau." I said laughing and starting to cry, my baby had done nothing wrong. She had been wronged. Theo licked her leg, and I smiled at him, I knew he was a good dog. "Come on Stace, why don't we go get some ice cream, yeah?" I said smiling at her.
"Ok mommy." she said wiping the tears from her brown eyes and sniffling. I gripped her hand and we walked down to our favorite ice cream parlor. She got cookie monster, and I got birthday cake, as always. We smiled at the vendor, Jerry, he was always there with a smile and always gave Stacey a bit extra than we paid for.
She licked her ice cream and walked beside Theo. I walked a few steps behind her and watched her as she kicked the leaves, and I realized I was doing the same.
"Good lord, what am I going to do?" I whispered to myself. We walked back up to our apartment and I watched as Stacey pulled out her homework and began to do her assignment. Homework on the first day? What kind of homework could they have for a first grader on their first day of school? I peeked over her shoulder and smiled as I realized that it was just a sheet of paper with questions about herself. Thank goodness.
I walked into the bathroom and pulled the sunglasses off my face for the first time today, and realized how god awful it was. It had turned purple and was swelling up extremely badly.
"Dear lord." I whispered as I gently poked and prodded it. "Damn you Finn." I whispered.
"Mommy." I heard my baby whisper as I saw her peeking through the door, and realized I hadn't shut it all the way. She was standing with the paper in her hand, and my heart broke. She wasn't supposed to see this. "Mommy?" she asked and opened the door. I tried to close it but she was in the bathroom by the time I had reached the door. "Daddy did this?" she asked as she stared at me. She looked like she was going to cry.
"No baby!" I said shaking my head, trying to fight the tears.
"I heard you say daddy's name. He hurt you." she said reaching up for me.
"No Princesse." I said shaking my head.
"Don't lie. Lying is bad." she said, and I realized those were the exact words I had always told her.
"Baby your daddy loves you very much." I said trying to change the subject.
"Daddy doesn't love you anymore." she said and she started walking away from me. I was at a loss for words. "He hurt you." she said angrily and dropped her paper, and ran out of the room crying.
I felt the tears begin to fall down my face and I realized that her image of her father would now be forever broken. I couldn't do anything about it. I tried so damn hard to make sure she had a perfect life, one that would benefit her in any and all ways.
I let the tears flow, ones that I had held back for a long time. I shook myself out of it and picked up the piece of paper that she had dropped and began to call her name but stopped when I began to read it. She had perfect pretty little handwriting, I had taught her writing a long time ago. I read her answers.
'Name: Stacey Hudson; Age: 6; Favorite Color: Orange; Favorite Food: Brownie; Something you like to do: be with mommy and daddy'
I burst out crying. My little angel was going to have her life thrown upside down, and she would never get to see her father again, after knowing him all her life.
"Oh my baby." I cried over and over again as I sunk to the floor and held the paper tightly to myself. I heard to door open quietly and slowly. I saw her walk in with her blanket and I quickly wiped my tears, she didn't need to see me like that. She walked over to me and snuggled into my side with small tears painting her face.
"Come on momma, we're gonna be ok." she said wiping the tears from my eyes. I sniffed and smiled at her.
"I'm supposed to say that to you l'ange." I said smiling through the tears, and wiping hers off her face.
"It's ok, you need someone to say it to you too." she said resting her head on my shoulder. My little baby was so strong. She was exactly like me, and I knew that we were going to be ok. Her and I against the world.
"How about we order a pizza for dinner ok?" I said rubbing her arm and resting my head on top of hers.
"Ok mommy." she said in a soft tired voice.
"You know that daddy and I will always love you no matter what right?" I said, making sure that she knew that.
"I know mommy, you and daddy just don't love each other anymore." she said in a sad voice.
"Your dad and I will always love each other Stace, it's just a different type of love ok?" I said in a voice that matched her sadness.
"Ok mommy." she said again, and we sat there in silence for a while before we stood up and I ordered a pizza, I turned on a cartoon for her and watched her as I placed the order over the phone. Theo was snuggled in her lap as she ran her fingers through his fur and sighed over and over again. She probably had so much going through her mind, and I couldn't do anything about it.
That was the part that I felt the most guilty about. I couldn't fix any of it. I didn't want to fix it. I would do anything for my child, but going back to that scumbag was not an option anymore. I walked over to her and we sat and watched the show together until the pizza man showed up.
It almost seemed like we were a normal set of people. The dog barked, I smiled and gave the man a tip, Stacey jumped around and begged for pop with hers and the man tipped his hat at us. He was completely oblivious to what was really happening inside this house. Oh well. I caved and let her have some pop, and even gave Theo the crust that she and I refused to eat.
"How about you color Princesse?" I said and pulled out our art box. She smiled and nodded her head. One thing that I always made sure we had was plenty of art supplies. Canvases, paint, chalk, coloring books, paper, coloring pencils, markers, crayons all of it.
As she colored a picture with some coloring pencils I painted on a small canvas. She drank sips of her grape pop and I drank some red wine. I usually didn't drink with her around, but tonight I allowed myself a glass.
Suddenly my phone rang and it was an unknown number. This must be Octavia I thought to myself.
"Hello." I said answering the phone and standing up from the table. Stacey didn't think much of it, I always was taking some phone call or another. I walked down the hall to my bedroom as the woman answered.
"Hi! This is Octavia Acosta, Stella's mom!" she said, she had a rich voice, one that wasn't squeaky or deep. One that was full and felt like a home.
"Hello Miss Acosta, I'm Clarke Griffin, Stacey's mom." I said with a smile.
"Bell and Stella have been talking about you nonstop since they got home, and they've been insisting on having you guys over this Friday." she said, and sounded like she was rolling her eyes. I was taken aback.
"Both of us?" I asked questioningly.
"If you would like to, or if you have other plans I understand…" she said trailing off.
"No! No we would love too, I just was surprised at my invitation as well." I said laughing to myself.
"Well, Bellamy had mentioned that you were Miss Griffin, and Stella said that Stacey was Stacey Hudson. I put two and two together, and figured you guys were going through some stuff, and thought it was a good idea to invite you both." she said. I was taken aback, she was so thoughtful.
"Thank you." I whispered.
"No problem, by the way, don't listen to anything my asshole brother has to say. He can be a dick sometimes I know, but he has good intentions at heart." she said trailing off. I thought of his dark eyes, and how he smirked. I could see it. But I could also see myself on his arm. I shook myself out of it, I was on the phone with his sister for crying out loud.
"Thank's for the heads up Mrs. Acosta." I said smiling.
"Please, Octavia." she said, and I smiled. I heard a male voice in the background and suddenly
"We'll see you Friday!" she said and hung up. I shook my head and shut off my phone. I sent Stacey to bed and poured myself a big glass of wine and went and sat out on my small balcony. I pulled my legs up to myself and wondered how I was going to handle this on my own. It was ridiculous. Suddenly my phone rang again, another random number. I furrowed my brows and answered it.
"Hello?" I asked, taking a sip of my wine.
"Clarke." I heard Bellamy said and I sputtered a bit of my wine out, and felt it burn as some of it went up my nose.
"Bellamy?" I asked.
"Hey," he said and I could practically hear the smirk in his voice.
"What's up?" I asked, curious as to what his meaning of calling me was.
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry if I overstepped any boundaries by telling Octavia my theory." he said, very mature of him. I was silent for a bit and gathered my thoughts.
"No, your theory is one hundred percent correct." I said in a hushed voice.
"Well, I apologize anyhow." he said, and his voice was enough to calm my nerves. Deep and rich. It had the same tone qualities as his sisters.
"It's very recent. He hasn't even signed the papers yet." I whispered, I had no idea why I was opening up to this stranger over the phone like this.
"You haven't taken the ring off your finger yet either." he mentioned. I was surprised he noticed, I glanced down at it and twirled it around my finger, it had never fit quite right.
"No. I feel naked without it I guess." I said with a small laugh. I heard him give a small laugh.
"Does Stacey know?" he asked, I knew he wasn't trying to pry, and there was no ill meaning in his question. I felt completely comfortable answering him.
"I just told her today. She cried. It broke my heart." I whispered, and felt the tears coming again.
"It'll be alright Clarke." I heard him say, he was very soft spoken over the phone, and it felt different but yet exactly the same as himself in person.
"I'm getting there." I said.
"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow at school." he said and I laughed.
"Yeah, I guess so." I said, suddenly feeling like a teenager again. Except I was sitting on a balcony overlooking a city drinking a glass of wine.
"Goodnight Beau." he said in a low voice and then hung up. I felt my heart skip a beat and I knew that he knew what that meant I was at a loss for words once more.
"Oh my damn." I said and swallowed the rest of my wine and walked to my bedroom. I turned off all the lights and made sure that everything was ready for the morning. Stacey 's backpack packed, the coffeemaker ready for brewing in the morning, and all the doors were locked. I brushed my teeth and washed my face before heading to bed.
As I rolled back and forth between the sheets I couldn't get the damn image of that man out of my head. I hadn't been this infatuated with someone in a long time. A very long time. For the first time, in a long time, I was excited for the morning to come.
I wasn't dreading the terrors that the morning was sure to bring, instead I was ready for the morning to bring me happiness.
I fell asleep peacefully, and felt a bit more content with life than when I woke up.
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