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-J.H.
Clarke was focused. She had been putting off writing this research paper for ages, but she knew now that there was no more procrastinating. The paper was due first thing in the morning, and she had a long night ahead of her. Her fingers were already flying almost effortlessly across the paper as she launched into her second body paragraph.
Once she got into something, it took a lot to break her focus—she hardly needed to think at all as she suddenly got lost in the world of her research paper (evolution in the past and the possibilities of evolution in the future). She was so focused, so concentrated. Nothing could draw her away from this paper. Nothing could—
"Hey."
"Dammit!" Clarke exclaimed as she leaned back, rubbing her eyes. She could not believe herself. First, she put off this damn research paper until the end of the semester, and now she let her coworker of all people distract her.
Bellamy raised his hands in surrender, mouthing sorry while not looking the least bit apologetic. In fact, he was wearing that lopsided grin that seemed to make everyone go crazy. "Whatcha doing?" he asked, a little too innocently.
Clarke scowled at him as he took a seat across from her. "Well, I was writing my research paper, but I'm not anymore."
"When's it due?"
"Tomorrow morning."
For a moment, Bellamy's grin morphed into an understanding face, and Clarke got the feeling that he, too, had stayed up all night finishing research papers. She thought he was going to say something sympathetic, but his face returned to his cocky grin all too soon. "Clarke Griffin—I never took you for a procrastinator."
"Shut up." She tried to scowl again, but it's impossible to be unhappy when Bellamy's looking at her with that stupid grin on his face. She glanced at the clock above the door in their break room. "My shift starts in fifteen minutes," she said, "I was hoping to at least get some of it done."
Bellamy didn't even hesitate before saying, "I can handle by myself all tonight."
Clarke raised her eyebrows slightly, "No, you can't."
He rose, ruffled his hair for a moment, "Oh, please, Clarke. I can handle anything."
Despite her crappy situation, that drew forth a laugh from her, "Bellamy, you and I both know that it's exam week. There's gonna be like a million people out there tonight."
He just grinned again, "Yeah, and they all procrastinated and they need coffee to keep them up so they can finish studying and, you know, doing stuff like…writing a research paper, for example?"
His all-too-innocent expression made him look forced Clarke to give in. "Fine, Bellamy. I'll let you."
He raised his eyebrows at her, and spoke in mock-admiration, "Oh, thank you, Miss Griffin. Thank you for letting me take your shift. Really, Princess, it means a lot to me."
She rolled her eyes at him, turning back to her computer as he leaves the room. "Bellamy?" she said before he closes the door. He turned back to her. "I just…thanks. Really, Bell. Thanks."
He gave her a cheeky wink, "Anything for you, princess."