DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of The 100 characters, however I own some original characters that you'll get to know them one by one.

Hello everyone!

I have to thank each and every one of you for supporting me. For reviewing, telling me to go on, for all the alerts. I can't even begin to explain how thrilled I was when I saw all this love towards this story and I just want you to know how appreciative I am. You guys are the best!

To the guest reviewers Guest, Wright, avery, and Guest: Thank you for the support. Bellamy and Clarke together is magic! And I don't think I'll cover their time on earth in this story. Maybe a sequel?!

One of you commented that it was too OOC, but I don't necessarily think that. We have to remember that all this stuff is happening behind every tragic thing happening in their lives. Before Clarke's dad and Bellamy's mom are floated so she's just a normal teenager and he's just a boy with hormones!

Still, I'm open for any sort of criticism and I'll look forward to it. ;)

The second chapter is here, as you can see, and I hope it would satisfy you. I was slightly nervous about posting it. So please, be gentle!

Chapter2_A Week From Hell

Her eyes widened as she felt the excruciating pain travel all over her head. It took a moment to realize what had happened to her. She wasn't being tortured, no, she was having a hangover.

Clarke closed her eyes quickly, not wanting to face her punishment. She knew her parents would be fantastically disappointed in her, in Clarke, the golden child. The thoughts actually made her headache worse and she gritted her teeth trying to block the pain.

She was in the middle of telling herself that everything would be fine and the pain would soon go away that she felt her fingers being slightly squeezed. Although she was experiencing her first hangover and she was incredibly confused, she figured out that someone was holding her hand.

Clarke carefully opened her eyes and in a single moment she noticed the ceiling wasn't the ceiling of her own room. She wasn't in her own room. She breathed deeply to calm herself down but it was useless. She was too afraid to look to her left and see the person holding her hand in his.

She knew it was a 'he' of course. The hand was rough, not much, but it was still there. And it felt larger than her own petite hand. She felt his thumb moving on the back of her hand carelessly, probably out of instinct so she came to conclusion that he was asleep.

She had no memory of what happened last night. She kept closing her eyes, opening them, but nothing came back to her. She gave up eventually and after another deep breath, she slowly turned to her left and her eyes landed on him. He was handsome.

His dark hair was neatly combed, not affected by the way his head was placed on the ground. He looked peaceful in his sleep, almost too innocent to believe and she noticed he was wearing a dark uniform, a guard's uniform.

She frowned and tried to put the two and two together. Did she meet a guard last night and went with him somewhere? She was not only feeling stupid for not remembering what the hell she had done the other night, but she felt extremely embarrassed.

Who knew what had happened? She thought for a moment about how her friends might judge her for going home with another boy. And of course the fact that she was drunk to begin with. She didn't have time to think about that yet.

She had to make up her mind. What was she supposed to do? Her brain couldn't function properly as the pain wasn't leaving anytime soon. She closed her eyes and when she opened them, she had decided that she had to leave, even if it meant not knowing what happened between them, ever.

She had to pull her hand away but though his grasp wasn't firm, she couldn't easily do it. She slipped each finger out carefully but grabbed his hand so it wouldn't fall on the ground. She slowly lowered it to the floor and left it there.

She looked for any sign of him waking up but there was none so she stood up and tried to tiptoe out of the room and never look back. Her hand was just an inch away from the handle of the door that a sleepy voice reached her ears: "Clarke, don't go."

She froze in her place but didn't turn around. She heard him get up with a low groan and gulped thinking about facing him, whoever he was. She had no other choice though, she had to get it over with and she knew that.

Clarke slowly turned around and her eyes met his and it was enough to bring back pieces of memories…

"Hey, you're way too drunk…"

"I'm Clarke."

"Can we go to your place?"

Her eyes widened as the pieces of puzzle slowly came together in her mind. She was still staring at him, the guard who apparently saved her ass. She opened her mouth to say something, thank him, but she didn't even know his name.

He smiled slightly like he read her mind and tilted his head asking: "You don't even remember my name, do you?" She shook her head guiltily and tried to ignore that his chuckle sent shivers down her spine. He continued: "I'm Bellamy. Bellamy Blake." She smiled and said: "Nice to meet you, Bellamy. I'm Clarke."

"I know. I wasn't drunk last night." He said in return, with a visible smirk on his face, and Clarke felt an urge to take her eyes off him. She shifted in her place uncomfortably and then let out: "So… What happened last night?"

She prepared herself for the worst but then Bellamy answered simply: "Nothing. You were too scared to go to your own home or a friend's house so after you asked me, I brought you here, my house." She nodded, suddenly feeling a rush of relief coming over her and she sighed.

Bellamy took a step closer to her and she took one back uncontrollably. He looked hurt all of a sudden and she felt guiltier than she had already felt. Clarke finally said: "Thank you for everything, Bellamy. I appreciate it. I really do."

He nodded without saying anything in return and left the conversation hanging in the air. She went to leave again but then Bellamy announced: "You can't go." Clarke looked at him strangely and asked: "What do you mean? I have to go home. My parents…"

He stepped towards her and whispered: "I don't want my mother to see you and…" She knew what he meant and whispered a quiet 'okay' and Bellamy went on: "I'll go and check if she's out and then you can leave, alright?"

She nodded and went back to his bed and sat on the edge of it quietly. He took one last look at her, and slowly unlocked the door and went outside. She looked around the room in silence and couldn't help but notice how small it was.

Her headache was still there in the background and she lied down on the bed to ease herself at least one bit but another flash of memories rushed to her…

"You want me to stop?"

"I like your uniform..."

"Bellamy, please… It's too hot…"

She hit her head as hard as she could with her hand. She deserved that. What the hell had she done? She acted like one of those girls, the ones she used to judge all the time. She moaned quietly as she thought about what he might have thought about her.

The door opened and Bellamy walked in and said: "You can come out now." Clarke got off the bed quickly and didn't notice the look in Bellamy's eyes. She faced him with all the courage left in her: "Why didn't you tell me I tried to… that I acted…"

She couldn't finish her sentences but he had a pretty good idea of what she meant. She saw him lower his head and then heard him say in a serious tone: "I didn't want you to be embarrassed. Nothing happened so…" Clarke whispered, almost just to reassure herself: "Nothing happened…"

Bellamy said: "Hey, you should hurry before my mother gets back." Clarke nodded and slowly walked past him and left his bedroom behind. He was following her as she made her way to the door and walked out of his house.

She didn't know how to say goodbye to him, even if she had to thank him again or do something for him in return. She faced him out in the hallway and offered politely: "Thanks again, Bellamy. If there's anything I can do for you, do not hesitate to…"

"It's okay." He responded quickly, not letting her finish her words. Clarke felt disappointed somehow, she wanted to make up for what he had done, but apparently he didn't want that. She stood there awkwardly for another moment and then said: "I think I should go now… Take care."

Bellamy was silent as she turned around and started walking away from him. He felt something was inside his throat, blocking all the Oxygen. He didn't know what was happening to him, why he was feeling that way, but he knew there was nothing he could do about the situation.

But maybe it was too much to ask for, wasn't it?

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Seven days. Seven days had passed before he could properly count them. He went to his bedroom to get some rest and before lying on his bed, he went to smell her jacket that she had left behind, for the hundredth time that week. Her scent was intoxicating, at least what was left of it anyway.

As he was trying to get some sleep, her face came to his mind again. Her mischievous eyes, her intriguing smirk, her hot lips on his neck. He gulped thinking about what would've happened if he hadn't stopped her when she kissed his neck.

He stared at the ceiling long enough to feel sleepy and as he was drifting off, he imagined her, thinking about him.

But even poor little Bellamy knew that, that was impossible…

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Clarke was lying in her big comfortable bed and was preparing herself to fall asleep. She turned to her side and her hand hung from the bed. And then there he was again, in front of her, smiling, holding her hand and taking care of her.

Clarke shook her head, trying to remove him from her thoughts, but she was hugely unsuccessful. He was all she could think about at nights and for a week, he was the reason behind her lack of sleep.

She knew it was stupid. She knew she didn't even know him. For God's sake, she didn't even completely remembered him but she wanted him. She wanted to get to know him, she wanted to see him, and she wanted to…

Clarke's heart started beating faster, as she thought about kissing his neck. God, she felt less ashamed than she felt when she first remembered what she had done. And she knew it was wrong. Everything about the situation was wrong. She was never attracted to 'wrong' before and she was surprised to learn it felt like such a rush.

Her eyes became heavy as the moments passed by and she was slowly falling asleep as she was thinking about the attractive young guard who had saved her from her troubles. Could he still have her jacket, maybe in his closet, sniffing it once in a while to remember that mysterious girl who he took to his bedroom?

Maybe there was something more there, something she just had to have the courage to explore. Right before her eyelids closed, she promised herself to be brave, enough to look for him and maybe tell him how she felt…

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Bellamy was watching his little sister dance around playfully and a smile was placed on his tired face. Octavia was singing to herself and moving around gracefully, making Bellamy wonder where she had learned to do that.

Their mother was hard at work, not really paying any attention to her. Octavia lived for attention though, so she moved to Bellamy. She gestured for him to get up but he just chuckled. Octavia whined: "Come on Bellamy! I'm bored!" But when she tried to make him stand up, he simply grabbed her hand and whispered: "If I catch you…"

Octavia ran away from him, giggling hard, and he chased after her all around the house. Their mother snapped suddenly: "Quiet. I'm trying to work." Octavia's smile faded and Bellamy's turned into a straight line.

Right then, a knock on the door made all three of their heads look directly at the entrance. Silence filled the room for just a quick moment and then the drill started. Octavia jumped under the floor and Bellamy closed the lid on her.

He gave her mother a reassuring look and went calmly to the door. He took a deep breath and prayed the day her mother had warned him all these years about, hadn't come yet.

He opened the door in a swift motion and stared at the person who was standing behind it. The world around him faded as he saw her angelic face. She was smiling brightly at him, her curly hair tamed tightly behind her head.

"Bellamy?" Her voice brought him out of his daze, making him sure this wasn't one of his wild dreams. He blinked a few times and then heard his own throaty voice: "Clarke?" She tilted her head asking: "Is this a bad time?"

He shook his head so fast, he felt like it was going to fall off his body. He stuttered: "Wh What are you doing here?" He was foolishly waiting for a dreamy response. Maybe she couldn't stop thinking about him? Maybe she wanted to see him again?

"Umm… Did I leave my jacket here?" Clarke asked, hesitantly, not knowing how to begin. She noticed his expression changed quickly and realized it was the wrong thing to say. His eyes darkened somehow as he whispered: "Yes. I'll go get it for you."

He went to go inside that her hand grabbed his arm tightly and it burned him like nothing else. She said quietly: "I'm not here for the jacket." Bellamy turned around and asked: "Then what are you here for?" Clarke let go of his arm, too sudden for either of their likings.

Clarke opened her mouth but before she could say something, Bellamy's mother's voice reached both of their ears: "Bellamy? Who is it?" Bellamy took a look at Clarke and then turned his head towards the door and said: "A friend of mine. I'm going out."

He stepped outside and closed the door behind him and stood in front of Clarke. She took in his appearance as he did so. He was wearing casual clothes and she had to admit he probably looked good wearing anything.

Bellamy was still waiting for her to say something but Clarke felt like she was paralyzed. She had practiced her speech so many times, she thought she knew it by heart but as she stood in front of him, she felt like all those words were just thrown in the trashcan of her mind.

She took her eyes off him and stared at her shoes saying: "I just came to see how you were doing… I don't know… Maybe I shouldn't have come here…" She was preparing herself to leave and there was nothing he could do.

He was such a coward, he couldn't just say what he wanted to say. He wanted to admit to her that he couldn't stop thinking about her, he wanted to take her hand, smell her hair, maybe, just maybe, kiss her…

She was already walking away with her head down, cursing herself for embarrassing herself in front of him again. If she didn't have the guts to talk to him, why the hell had she come there?

Suddenly, Bellamy started running towards her and in a quick moment he reached her. He grabbed her arm and turned her around. She was surprised by the action and almost stumbled in his arms, not that she minded that.

They were too close, dangerously close, and it was making her nervous. He gathered his courage and confessed: "I want to see you… again…" She was staring at him blankly, comprehending his words slowly as he was preparing himself for a rejection of a lifetime.

She smiled from ear to ear to his surprise and it made his heart beat faster than it already did. She opened her mouth and her delicate voice reached his ears: "I very much like that…"

Bellamy couldn't believe it. Everything still felt like one of his dreams but the warmth of her breath on his face was as real as breathing was to him. He grinned uncontrollably and asked: "Tomorrow, grand hall, at eight?" Clarke stepped away from him, although her body was telling her not to and replied with a mischievous yet innocent smirk: "It's a date…"

Bellamy watched as she walked away from him, just like she did a week ago. This time he wasn't suffocating, no, he felt like he had never breathed that calmly before. He couldn't stop smiling as he went back inside and ignored the questionable look his mother gave him.

He went to his own room and closed the door behind him. He went straightly to his closet, grabbing her jacket, sniffing it and a goofy smile appeared on his face.

Maybe it wasn't too much to ask for after all…

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