Chapter 2

The knock on the door broke them away from each other. "That is someone I'm expecting." He told her as he brushed past her and went to answer the door. He opened it revel Lincoln on the other side. Thank God for Lincoln and his calmness, it could only help right now. "Hey." He held the door wider for his friend to enter.

"Lincoln-?" He heard Clarke exclaim behind him before he watched her launch herself into his arms and give him a tight hug. "What are you doing here? How did you know where to find me?" She asked him as she pulled away from him.

Bellamy squinted between them. "How do you two know each other?"

Lincoln looked from him to Clarke and then seemed to shake his head slightly at Clarke before she looked at him. "Wait- this is who you were expecting?"

"Yes. How do you two know each other?" Bellamy repeated. His arms crossed in front of him as he waited for one of them to respond.

"He-" Clarke broke off when she looked towards Lincoln again and he shook his head slightly again, "He- uh – he is friends with my girlfriend, Lexa." Clarke said. "I met him a few years ago in college." Bellamy felt like she was leaving something out but he didn't know what. He'd met Lexa briefly while they were out at a bar one night and he didn't remember much about her besides her commanding presence. He couldn't imagine someone like Clarke with her.

"So, Bellamy, this is your nerdy roommate you were talking about? I thought you said she was a guy." Lincoln asked a full grin covering his dark face a slight glint of amusement in his eyes.

"Uh, yeah." Bellamy replied as he rubbed the back of his neck to ease the embarrassment, at the same moment Clarke turned on him like a rabid tiger and spit out "Nerdy?!" Bellamy felt like he could kick Lincoln in that moment.

"Well, Octavia said you were really into computers. Like REALLY into them." His explanation was lame and he knew it. Like a love of computers made someone a nerd, half the population walked around with computers in the form of phones in their pockets.

"But we," she paused and pointed between them, "have been having conversations for the last three weeks over text and e-mail. Have I mentioned computers once?"

"What? We haven't talked." He told her.

What the fuck?

"Yes we have." She poked him in the chest while she pulled out her phone to show him proof.

"Well, Princess, that is not me. I don't know who you were talking to, but it wasn't me."

"Oh, really?" She hit on the call button and looked at him in challenge.

When it started to ring she put the phone up to her ear, obviously expecting to have his phone go off. He held it up to show her that it was indeed not ringing. She met his triumphant gaze for a moment before breaking eye contact and pulling her phone from her ear.

"Then there is someone pretending to be you. Someone that knew when you'd be here today, and knows all about your hockey career. Who would do that?" She looked back at Bellamy hoping for an answer that would make sense. Lincolns quite chuckle pulled her from Bellamy's deep brown eyes.

"I would think that it is the person that put you two in this situation." Lincoln's calm voice informed them both. "But that's not what I'm here for—where is Murphy?"

"He texted a little bit ago and should be here soon." Bellamy answered, clearly thankful for a change in subject.

Clarke

She still wasn't done with this conversation and she would figure out why her friends thought this was acceptable behavior. What kind of crap was that? She would be calling Raven later. "Who is Murphy?"

"Uh, a friend. We are going out tonight, I didn't think that my new 'nerdy' roommate would be up for partying." Bellamy teased her putting air quotes around nerdy. He was dangerous when he teased. She suppressed a smile and raised an eyebrow instead.

"What if I am up for it?" Bad idea, she could feel it in her gut, but she has had worse ones.

"It would be a good way for you two to get acquainted." Lincoln supplied with a dry chuckle.

"Yeah, sure." Bellamy gestured at her, "But you'll need to get something else on. Wouldn't want you to embarrass us."

Clarke looked down at her frayed and holey jeans and her yellow top with dirt now on it from moving boxes and she couldn't help to agree with him. "Don't worry, I know how to dress." She snarked at him.

20 minutes later she was ready. She was a no frills type of girl but she could dress up for a night out in no time. She had never been able to understand the girls that needed hours to get ready. Her black pants formed to her shapely legs and the black heels accented them even more. She topped it all off with a soft blue sleeveless top that had a nice little v-neck. Her makeup was light.

When she left her room she found that Murphy had arrived. His mouth dropped open and he sauntered over to her, "Hello beautiful." He looked her up and down once with a low whistle before his eyes landed at her cleavage. "We may not need to go out after all." He told the boys behind him.

"Eyes up here Romeo." She slowly pointed to her eyes. She knew his type and he didn't bother her much. He may even be fun to mess with sometime, not as something serious. She was sure he didn't do serious.

"Murphy you aren't her type." Bellamy came up next to his friend. His eyes traveled over her in silent approval as well and it made her feel hot. "She likes girls." He supplied when Murphy looked at him for more information.

"Well, I could change that." He laughed. Clarke held in her snort. If she really only liked girls she would be willing to bet that he could not change that fact, or any guy for that matter, like it's a choice. Whatever.

"Sure you could Romeo." She reached out and patted Murphy's arm with a laugh. "So are we going to stand around here all night or are we going to go have some fun?" She turned to Bellamy for an answer, he seemed like the leader of the pack.

"I'm up for some fun." Bellamy agreed. "Where are we going Murphy?"

"The drop ship. It is a space themed bar, pretty cool. Great dance floor. Hot chicks."

Clarke again had to hold in her laugh. She had pegged Murphy 100% right.

Bellamy

He took a long swallow of his third beer as he watched Clarke dance by herself on the dance floor. The way her body moved and the way her jeans hugged her ass gave him a hard on. His new roommate would be the death of him.

"You should go dance with her." Lincoln called to him over the loud music.

"Clarke? No. That would be a bad idea, besides she doesn't like guys." At least that was a consolation to his ego, she didn't like any guys, and it wasn't only him.

Lincolns laugh surprised him and he pulled his gaze away from her perfect curves to look at his friend. "What?"

"Did she tell you she doesn't like guys?"

"Yeah, one of the first things she told me." He nodded.

He laughed again but remained silent. Instead he put down his beer and headed out to the dance floor. When he made it to Clarke he pulled her close and whispered something in her ear that she responded with a laugh to while she looked in Bellamy's direction.

When they started to dance together Bellamy couldn't take any more of it and he let his gaze travel over the rest of the dance floor. There had to be a 'puck fuck' here somewhere, some girl that didn't want an attachment and would get his mind off of Clarke for a while. He found her in the crowd her eyes already on him and it only took a slight grin to pull her over to him.

"Bellamy Blake in the flesh!" She said to him when she was close enough. "I had heard you transferred here. Just my luck it seems."

"Just my luck you mean." He flirted with her as she broke down all of the personal space boundaries by plastering herself to him. All of the girls that followed the hockey teams around were like this, just horny enough and wanting a piece of the fame for only a moment. His hand landed on her ass and pulled her against his already hard dick. She motioned to the hallway that lead to the bathrooms and pulled him after her.

He went willingly. She pulled him out the back door and into the alleyway where she leaned up against the brick wall and pulled him to her. She made quick work of his zipper and freed him to the night air. He pulled a condom out of his back pocket, he never went anywhere without them. The last thing he wanted was to find out he had a baby Blake from one of his random fucks, or to get any STD. He tore open the packet and rolled it on. Then he reached for her and pulled up her skirt to find she had nothing on underneath.

One dip of his fingers told him she didn't need any help getting ready and he took her wrapping a leg around him as invitation enough. One swift movement and he was fucking her. Her soft cries and words of encouragement pushed him harder. It was over in minutes due to his constant attraction to Clarke. Not his best performance that was for sure. He made up for it by working the girl to an orgasm with his fingers. He didn't need rumors to get out that he wasn't any good at what he did.

"Mmmm, that was good." She murmured as she came down from her high. "If you want to do it again sometime call me." She told him as she fixed her skirt and then handed him a piece of paper with her name and phone number already written on it. He had already fixed his clothing and he nodded in agreement even though he knew he would never be calling Erica again. He didn't go back in for seconds. One and done. That was his motto.

Clarke

She had watched as Bellamy went down the hallway with that random girl. Not that she would admit it to anyone but she kept an eye on the same doorway to see him return. The girl came back first and her clothing was a little rumpled. Then he came out of the hallway and tossed a piece of paper into the nearest trashcan. His hair looked like fingers had run through it. And she didn't care. Not really.

She turned her eyes away from watching him before he could look over and catch her. Lincoln had called her out on her lie to Bellamy right before Bellamy had taken that girl for a little ride. He had promised to keep her secret as long as she kept his. He was dating Octavia who apparently was Bellamy's little sister. How she didn't know Octavia had a brother was beyond her, they had hung out enough times, but she supposed the topic of families never did come up.

When a cute girl started to dance in her space she decided to take her up on her silent invitation. They moved together and Clarke ran her hands down her back over her braids before pulling her closer. "What is your name beautiful?" Clarke asked next to her ear.

"Nilah, and yours?"

"Clarke."

They danced for a while before Clarke had to break away and head back to the table for a drink. Nilah had stayed behind on the dance floor.

"Don't you think your girlfriend is going to be a little upset?" Bellamy asked her as soon as she approached the table.

"My girlfriend?" Clarke laughed.

"Lexa."

"Oh, no she will be fine. We aren't serious."

"Well I wouldn't share you that is for sure." Bellamy responded, his tone serious.

"But you would expect me to share you though, huh?" She thought of him leaving with that girl for a quickie. Or what she assumed was a quickie.

"I don't think you'd mind." The beer in his hand obviously unlocked the filter between his brain and his mouth.

"Oh really?" She went around to his side of the table her drink in hand. The alcohol running through her veins made her bolder than she would be with him normally. "Is that so?"

"Oh that is 'so' Princess." He replied and stepped closer to her after another swallow of his beer. "Want to give it a try?"

She looked at him like she might take him up on the offer and she closed the distance between them. Her body molded into his and all of the alerts going off in her brain were muted by how much she had already drank. She raised her free hand and trailed her nails down the side of his neck. She could feel him shiver at the contact and she could feel her own body respond. His eyes dipped down to her lips and then back to her eyes before she responded. "I'm sorry I don't do sloppy seconds." She told him and pushed herself away from him before she proved those words wrong.

Clarke set down her drink after finishing it in one gulp and then headed back to the dance floor.


A/N ~ Thanks for reading. I do love writing this story. Hope you are enjoying it as well!