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Chapter 2

Clarke entered in The Dropship after Octavia. She had heard about the place and passed by a few times over the years, but had never seen it's interior. To her surprise, it was really clean and bright.

A few men were playing pool and there were a couple of tables playing cards very loudly. In the middle there was a improvised dance floor where a few drunk girls were giving a show. Along the wall there were several booths, all of them occupied.

"C'mon! They are at our usual spot." Octavia grabbed her hand and started walking towards the booths.

"Hey, Octavia!" The man at the bar signaled the young girl, who stopped to look at him. He was of average height, with frizzy black and gray hair. His eyes were brown and soft.

"Glad you came! We've got a new brand of baby bottles for you to try on!" Octavia rolled her eyes and resume walking.

"Maybe later, Sinclair! My friend needs a drink." He finally realized Clarke's presence, who was now shivering, and nodded in acknowledgement. She waved back with a shaky hand.

Reaching the booth, Octavia slid into the seat - Hey assholes! - and pulled Clarke with her. The other two occupants looked up from their phones to greet her, but stopped noticing the blonde girl with her.

"Octavia, what are you doing?" asked the Latino girl, eyeing Clarke with mistrust.

"Oh right! Where are my manners?" If Clarke hadn't been so busy shivering and clanking her teeth together, she would have laughed at Octavia's nonchalant demeanor. "This is my friend Clarke."

"We know who she is." The boy mumbled. Octavia ignored him.

"Clarke, this is Raven Reyes and Nathan Miller."

"It-it's a pele-pleasure to-to me-e-et y-you" The duo didn't replied back and Clarke was about to say something when she felt a towel be placed on her shoulders. She turned back and found Sinclair smiling down at her.

"Don't want a pretty girl like you gettin' sick, do we?" He then settled a glass with ambar liquid inside in the table. "Drink it up. It'll warm you up."

"I-I do-don't ha-a-ve..." Clarke made a gesture to show she hadn't brought her wallet. Sinclair laughed softly.

"First one is on the house." Miller's head snapped up and he opened his mouth, but Sinclair interrupted him. "The first one ever, not the first of the night." Raven punched Miller, who visibly deflated, on the shoulder.

"I'll buy you a beer latter, Miller. Don't cry." Clarke grabbed the glass in front of her, eager to fell warmer. It was sour and burned her throat, but she immediately felt better. Her shivering was slowing down and she felt her thoughts running more swiftly. Hearing Raven laugh, se finally realized where she knew her from.

"You're in my chemistry class." the other three stopped their bickering and stared at her. "You're quite brilliant." Raven smirked.

"And that eats you up, doesn't it?"

"Actually, I always felt sorry I wasn't your lab partner. We could've scored great grades. Jackson is a sweatheart, but chemistry is not his best class." Raven was taken aback by her words, but soon recovered and leaned over.

"Why are you really here, Griffin?" Clarke stared at her, unsure of what to answer. Should she tell her truth? Raven wasn't her friend, but soon the all school would know what happened and she could be pissed if Clarke lied to her. Octavia saved her from her dilemma.

"Chill, Raven. She just caught Collins cheating on her with her best friend."

Raven's face became dark at her friend's words and she pushed back.

"Gina? Gina Martin?" Miller didn't seem surprised and Clarke wondered if he ever saw something. Did everyone know that that two bastards were cheating on her? "Doesn't surprise me. She's a bitch."

"Well, it surprised me."

"That's what you get for dating good guys." Raven declared with a somber expression taking a sip of her beer. Clarke raised an eyebrow and she gave her a small grin. "Good guys can be bad guys in disguise. At least with bad guys, you know what to expect."

"I didn't know Finn was like this. I thought he was honest and caring." Octavia grabbed her hand and gave a reassuring squeeze, which Clarke thanked with a small smile.

"Collins is a wolf in a sheep's skin." Clarke opened her mouth to ask what she meant by that, but two figures approached the both and she became silent.

"What the hell?" one of them asked. Clarke knew him because John Murphy made sure everyone knew his name. He was a big headache for all the teachers and for the principal, who kept trying to get him to behave by giving him second chances.

Clarke glanced over at him. Murphy was of slim build and medium height, with brown hair cut short and spiked up, and a prominent nose. What was so intriguing about Murphy was his clear blue eyes. How could someone such a dickhead have so beautiful and beautiful eyes?

"Aren't you on the wrong side of town, Griffin?" Clarke slowly raised her head to look at Bellamy Blake. His voice was hoarse and gave her chills. They had been classmates and had never talked - Bellamy didn't talk to anyone beside his friends - , expect for that time, in freshman year, when they had a pop quiz in History and Bellamy had politely asked to borrow a pencil. In the end, he returned it with a small thank you and Clarke was surprised to find it in perfect condition - Boys are usually so careless with school material.

For a while she harbored a small crush for the boy. And could she not? Bellamy Blake was definitely one of the hottest guys in school. He was a lot taller than her and, while Murphy was lean, Bellamy had broad shoulders. His olive complexion was covered in freckles and his curly thick brown hair was charming in a wild way. His eyes were dark brown and he had a charming jawline beard.

"She's my friend, Bell. Be nice." Octavia voice brought her back to reality.

"Since when?"

"Since today. Clarke is as welcome as your friends here. I never complained when you brought new people, did I?" The two siblings had a small staring contest that ended when Octavia quirked her eyebrow.

"Fine. I can't say no to you anyway." Murphy rolled his eyes at his friend and started to sit down next to Raven, before Bellamy caught his arm. "Let's go get some drinks. What's you poison, princess?"

Clarke jumped in her seat when she realized Bellamy was addressing her. "Oh, I-" She looked from her glass, around the bar and then to Bellamy. What the hell was she doing? "Actually, I should get going." She got up and quickly folded the towel Sinclair had put on her shoulders, placing it on the table. "Thank so much for having me. And thanks for your help, Octavia." And without a second glance, she ran out of the bar into the street.

It wasn't raining anymore and Clarke decided a walk would do her good. Abby would be surprised to see her home so early, but she would explain in the morning.

"Hey, Clarke!" She turned around and saw Octavia and Raven run to her. "We'll walk you home."

"There is no need. I don't want to be a bother."

"It's OK. We don't want more good guys snatching you on your way." Raven smiled at her and Clarke decided that she liked her.

Octavia linked her arm with Clarke's and start tugging her in the right direction. "Just remember who found you crying in the rain. The best friend place is mine."

Raven and Octavia started bickering while Clarke wondered if she had been in the wrong side of town all her life.


When Monday came, Clarke wasn't excited for school. She took her time going through her morning routine, trying to delay the moment she would have to leave.

"I don't think I have ever seen you avoiding school like this." Clarke turned around to find her mother watching her from the bedroom door. She put down her brush and sighted.

"Are you sure I can't just stay at home?" Abby walked to her daughter and placed both hands on her shoulders and locked their eyes.

"You are a very brave young woman, Clarke. If you stay at home today, they'll win. You go to school and be your charming self. They can't affect you." Easier said than done. "And if someone messes with you, just go to Marcus. He'll help." Clarke rolled her eyes and pulled away from her mother's arms.

"I don't think going to your boyfriend - who happens to be the principal - is going to help." Abby pressed her lips in a thin line. Her relationship with Marcus Kane had been a sore subject between the two of them.

When her father died of cancer, Clarke was 13 years old. She had been crushed, especially after she learned that her own mother had advised him against treatment. How could have she let her father die? For a couple years, their relationship had been strained. Clarke threw herself into school work and Abby practically lived at the hospital. It was only after her summer drama with Wells that they started to bond again. That was up until Marcus Kane decided to waltz into their lives.

Clarke liked him enough. He was a fair and kind principal that treated her mother right. She just didn't like the way he was trying to act like her father. No one could replace her father.

"I'll see you later, mum." She kissed Abby's cheek and left.


To say the morning classes had been hard was an understatement. Clarke could feel everyone looking at her, whispering and pointing.

She had Biology in the first period and Finn had tried to grab her attention. She had ignored him and sat next to Jackson. He gave her a reassuring smile and Clarke found herself grateful that at least she could at least count on him.

He had walked with her to their next class: Chemistry. Gina had tried to provoke her, but her hair had mysteriously started to burn. Clarke tried to hide her victorious smile and caught Raven's, who was sitting behind Gina, doing the same.

The last period had been the worst. Jackson and Raven were not in this class, but Gina was and apparently her new hobby was to humiliate Clarke. She tried hard to ignore her, but she couldn't stop herself from tearing up.

When she first met Gina, Clarke had been mesmerized. She had long red hair, warm brown eyes and a fiery personality. It had been the first day of middle school and some older kids had tried to mess with Clarke, but Gina came out of nowhere and pushed the leader against the lockers. After that, the boys never bothered them again and Clarke and Gina became best friends.

Over the next years, they had been inseparable, confidents and a team. Gina was a bit of a drama queen, always looking for a place at the popular table and talking about boys. Clarke usually went along with her to keep her grounded and make sure she wouldn't go over her head. What had she done that could have made her friend hate her so much?

When the bell rang for lunch, Clarke let everyone leave the classroom before dropping her head on the table. She should've stayed at home.

After collecting herself, Clarke decided to drop her books at her locker before heading to the cafeteria. Her second mistake of the day.

Until last week, she had a permanent spot at the popular table with her so-called friends and her supposedly sweet boyfriend. Now, she didn't even know what to do.

As she crossed the double doors, every head turned to her, waiting her next move.

Clarke could see Gina sitting on their usual table and the looks of pity on many faces; Roma's giggle reached her hears and all she wanted to do was dash and run.

"Hey, Clarke!" Like they had rehearsed, everyone head in the cafeteria turned to Octavia's. She was sitting in a table near the window with Raven and two other boys, who looked embarrassed by the sudden attention. "Over here!" Hesitantly, Clarke took a few steps in Octavia's direction. Noticing her doubt, Raven gave her an encouraging nod and she started walking with more confidence.

When she reached them, she put her lunch on the table and smiled. "Thank you." She whispered. Octavia waved her away and motioned for her to sit down.

"Have you met Monty and Jasper?" Clarke sat down, greeting the duo. One of them was had brown eyes, thick dark brown hair, pale skin and a slim figure. The other one was an asian boy with straight, black hair, tan skin with a golden undertone, and deep brown eyes.

"I don't think I have. I'm Clarke." They stared at her dumbfounded before Raven elbowed the asian boy. He cleared his throat.

"Hi! I'm Monty, this is Jasper."

"It's an honor to meet you." said the taller one and Raven snickered.

"Honor? It's just Clarke. She's not that pretty, especially when she is wet. A horrible sight to be honest" Jasper started coughing at Raven's words and Monty absented mindedly patted him on the back.

Clarke could hold a laugh. "It's an honor to meet you guys too."

"Clarke?" She froze in her spot hearing Finn's voice and her smile. He sounded unsure, but Clarke didn't turn to look at him.

"Fuck off, Collins. She doesn't want to talk to you." Raven's voice was pure poison, but he didn't pay her any attention. His eyes never left Clarke.

"We should talk, sunshine." Hearing the nickname he had chosen for her, Clarke slammed her hands on the table and got up.

"Haven't you heard my friend? I don't wanna talk to you." Everyone was focusing on them again and all Clarke wanted was to tell them to go to hell.

"Friend? Since when?" His mockery tone only left her more furious.

"Since I decided to raise the bar on friendship. Now, like Raven so poetically said, FUCK OFF!"

Clarke sat down again and Finn moved to grab her arm, but before he could even touch her, a hand snatched his wrist.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Bellamy's voice was low, but Clarke could sense the dangerous in his tone.

"What are going to do, delinquent?" Finn was brave, but Bellamy was taller and stronger and he wasn't intimidated. He exchanged an amused glance with Murphy, who was right behind him.

"Tell me, Collins, is your arm an important instrument to play baseball?" Bellamy started to twist Finn's arm, who groaned in pain. "I guess it is. I'm only going to say this once, so listen very carefully." He moved closer to Finn and dipped his head so he could look him in the eyes. "You try to touch her again, I'll break your arm. You try to talk to her again I'll break both. You breath near her, I'll break both arms and legs. You even think about her and I'll break every bone of you ridiculous small body. Are we clear?" When Finn failed to answer, Bellamy gave Murphy a bored look." My English mustn't be very good." He pushed Finn's arm again and he cried out in pain.

"Yes!"

"Yes, what?" Fin hesitated and Bellamy applied more pressure.

"Arhg! Yes, sir!"

"Great!" He let go of Finn's arm and gave him a couple pats on the head. "Good boy." Clarke held down a laugh as Finn massaged his arm. "Move over, princess. I'm starving." She quickly opened a space for him and Murphy on the table. Bellamy snatched her bag and opened it, taking out her apple and bitting it.

Finn gave them a last look, before heading out the cafeteira. Watching his retreating figure, Clarke wonderer why she ever feel for him.

Realizing the show was over, everyone quickly turned to their own business.

"Thank you." Clarke whispered as their own table started a new conversation topic. Bellamy nodded in acknowledgement and turned to Murphy.

Clarke couldn't hold down a smile. Maybe just maybe, Bellamy wasn't the bad guy everyone thought he was.


"Let me get this straight: Bellamy Blake threatened Finn Collins in front of the entire school?"

"It was an empty threat"

"Until last night." Clarke sighted and leaned over the table.

"Look, Bell was trying to help me. He would never hurt Finn."

Anya raised her eyebrow. "He twisted his arm." Damn.

"True, but he would never really hurt him. Like I said: it was an empty threat."

"And like I said: until last night."

Clarke rolled her eyes. "Do you want to hear the rest of the story or not?"


Hi guys,

I got to confess something: I started writing this story on my phone during bathroom breaks at work. I never planed on really working on it before I finished my other Bellarke. But I'm loving it so much I don't think I'll stop soon. My boss actually asked me if I had a bladder problem with so many bathrooms breaks I take.

I don't know how many chapters I'll write, because I have all this ideas coming to me. I don't want it to be a slow burn, I'm not into that, but there is so many things I want to explore and I don't know how to do it.

I only wrote a long fanfiction. It was my first one and wasn't very good. That's why I never tried it again.

I guess I just miss this show so much and this is my fix. I hope I can finish it before season 6. I tend to having a cooling off period after the seasons before I start missing the shows again.

I just hope your love and support will keep me on the right track.

See you on the next chapter.

Love,

Jane