Chapter 2:
Clarke was hunched over her school books during her free time away from Bellamy and Stella's constant comedy routine. Her hair was up in a messy bun and she was wearing one of Bellamy's university hoodies. It smelt like him…that mixture of cologne and just Bellamy. She kept breathing it in as if his scent was going to help her form a thesis about what she was reading. The only thing she kept thinking about was, "History repeats itself…" How lame is that? She saw that all over Twitter and those stupid Facebook pictures that she continued to share on her wall because she was a teenage girl.
Her phone started to ring its customized ringtone for Stella. "Hola chica." Stella greeted her, "Working on that paper?"
"Yeah." She said, "I'm intelligent, I should be able to form a thesis on the political system and the threats of nuclear war."
Stella sighed, "You know you have a boyfriend, right…he's sort of a history nerd. He's handsome, likes to come over late at night. He brings you food when you're hungry and guess what? He also knows a little something-something about politics."
Clarke groaned, "I've never asked for his help on something academic before."
"Why? Kid's got brains."
"Because sometimes I can be egotistical about how smart I am." Clarke said, "How do I even ask him?"
"Baby, sweetheart, lover of mine, please come over and help me daddy?" Stella suggested with a giggle. "Figure it out, kid, I've got to get back to my date. He's a handsy mother-fucker but apparently he's a doctor."
Clarke giggled and said, "I love you Stella Bella."
"I love you too."
The call ended and Clarke hit a three number combination for her speed dial and called Bellamy. She sung his ringback tone, that of which he hadn't changed since he was in high school, until he answered. "Baby…" She said instead of 'hello' or her typical 'hey'.
"Hmm?" She glanced over at the clock. It was 11:24 on a Saturday night and he was already sleeping? Clarke's thoughts drifted to Stella for a quick moment because who goes out on a date this late at night? She shook her head and listened to him breathe for a moment or two. "You're such a creep." He laughed, finally starting to wake up.
"I could be." She said, "Or I could just love you." She dropped the pencil in her hand after doodling a few stars in the margins of her paper. "Can you come over?"
"Stella home?"
"Nope." She let the 'p' in nope pop off her lips. "I know you have that rule about coming over when Stella isn't here…but I promise I'm not wearing anything remotely sexy. I don't look sexy and I'm not trying to get sexy with you. I need your help."
"Excuse me while I relish in the moment of you asking me for help." He said smugly, "What do you need help with, princess?"
Clarke felt uncomfortable, "I have this paper for my social studies class and I-"
"This keeps getting better and better." He said, "You hungry?"
"When am I not hungry?" She asked, "You can add this to your point box."
Point box—the box in which Clarke added all of his sex points for when they could actually have sex. "I plan on it, baby. Now what are you in the mood for?" You. You. You.
She hesitated before saying, "Taco Bell. You know what I like."
"I should be there in fifteen. Traffic shouldn't be horrible." He commented, "I love you."
"I love you more."
"That's not fair."
"But it is." She laughed before hanging up and looking at her reflection in the mirror. "Seriously need to get a little sexy."
XXX
After dabbing perfume on her neck and running her powder brush across her features she deemed herself sexy, but not too sexy. Bellamy, on the other hand, made her feel completely sexy when he swooped in her with her chicken quesadilla order and his slight sigh. "Baby you said you weren't sexy… and you're wearing my hoodie and you smell great." He kissed her lips—one, two, three, four times. She wanted to keep kissing him like they did when they got carried away. "Paper?"
She grabbed his hand and brought him towards her bedroom, "You know…one week until the big day." Clarke turned around and pressed herself against him. "We don't really talk about it."
"Clarke…we always talk about it." He rolled his eyes, "I want you so fucking bad, Clarke but this is the right thing to do. We aren't breaking any laws…and one year of being in a relationship like this has been so good. I'm not rushing into it or trying to cheat at the finish line."
"How bad do you want me?"
"Insufferable." He claimed, "Come on Einstein let's get to this paper before you send me over the edge."
"I can send you over the edge." She smirked, "How? Tell me…"
Bellamy raised an eyebrow and leaned into her, "This morning…babe. That almost sent me over the edge and when that timer is up and you turn 18… we're really going to have fun." His words sent a shiver down her back. Damn him. "Of course, this morning was short-lived because of brunch with Marcus."
Clarke and he communicated through text-message about the event but they hadn't talked about it. "I don't understand why you feel so compelled to do what he says."
"The same reason you applied to John Hopkins." Bellamy replied, "He's paying for school. He's put Octavia and me in a nice apartment in Charleston. He's paying for her private school right now. He's doing a lot more than he used to."
Clarke got in her bed, motioning for him to bring the laptop over to her. He followed, getting comfortable underneath her plush and expensive covers. She was aware of how late it was and how this was going to work. They were going to snuggle and whisper sweet words to each other and then conversation would get deep and it wouldn't be about history or social studies. "He's a jerk." She told him, "He doesn't even want to meet me because he thinks I'll be out of your life in three months."
"I shouldn't have told you about that." He said, "Marcus Kane is my father. I'm his only son. He's a chauvinist. He thinks men are everything, women are nothing and he's the Attorney General of Charleston. Now that his wife is dead… he's going to accept his seamstress' kids. Octavia deserves this good life he can give her…and if that comes at a price…it comes at a price."
"How long are you going to be miserable?"
"I can't be miserable if I have you." He said, his face burying into her neck. "You aren't going to write this paper tonight are you?"
She reached in her back of food and started eating, "Not at all. You going to let me touch your abs?"
"Probably." He chuckled into her skin, "I think Stella's humor is rubbing off on you."
Clarke moved her head to kiss his lips, finally deepening it to the point that she wanted. She wanted to pull off the hoodie and take him down. She could feel him against her, the rock hardness of his desire. It was the only thing that kept her going because of the limitations she was under. Knowing that he wanted to fuck her made her feel better. They moved into each other at a quick pace, her hands reaching up his shirt and his lips creeping down her neck. She moaned and he pulled away. "You can't make that sound."
Clarke threw herself back into her pillows, "You're seriously the only guy who doesn't want to sleep with me."
"I want to sleep with you." He said for the thousandth time. "I swear to god I want to have so much sex with you to make up this last year of nothing but seriously… seriously, we can't."
"I don't get it." Clarke said, "You will give me your beer…but you won't fool around with me. It's so unfair. Baby, it's so unfair." She was on the verge of tears because sometimes his personal choice killed her.
He groaned, "Clarke… when people look at you and me they don't get it. We're five years apart and you're in high school. You're beautiful…sexy and I want to be able to say that because you're beautiful and sexy that I didn't take advantage of your young mind and I waited. I waited and I did you the way a princess should be done."
"It doesn't matter what people think."
"It matters what I think about myself." He said, "You're my best friend… I love you and I'm not going to fuck this up."
"Until next week when I turn 18 and you give me the night of my dreams. Then, it's game on."
"Game on for sure." He confirmed, "Because you'll be an adult and the law says it's not statutory rape if you're 18."
