A/N: I would like to apologize to all of the people who are following this story. I have been absolutely awful at updating. I don't want to make an excuse but, I've had a lot on my plate.

I am currently working on the next chapter as you read this, so it will be up ASAP.

Thanks to all of you for your tremendous amount of patience.

Enjoy! :)

It had been four days since Clarke had met Bellamy Blake. She found herself thinking about what had happened just days before, and it wasn't the first time. They hadn't run into each other since that first time, but Clarke hoped that he would come find her. What do I say if I see him again? No, this is stupid. He's just a guard who ran into me… once. But what if he came looking for me? What would I do? Should I —

"Clarke. Clarke, hello?" a familiar voice brought her back to reality.

"Huh? Oh, what did you say Wells?"

"I said hello. What's got you so out of it?"

"It's nothing. Who let you in?"

It was obvious Wells didn't believe her. "Your dad did. Well it's definitely something, Clarke. Your head's never that far up in the clouds."

Clarke just looked at him, not saying anything, hoping he would back off a little. But Wells wasn't buying it. "Don't make me use the 'best friend card'. Come on, what is it?"

"Fine. I ran into this guard a few days ago, and… I'm not sure if I'll see him again."

"And…?"

"That's it."

Wells looked disappointed. "That's it? Really? Why are you so lost in thought about that? It's not like he was the guy of your dreams… Right?"

What do I say? Wells will think I'm crazy if I say yes. Why would I even say yes? Why is this so hard for me to —

"I don't know…" Damn it. I sound like I wanted to say yes. What is wrong with you Clarke? Wells looked confused but also a little hurt. But that didn't seem to stop him from asking questions. "Well how many times have you seen him?"

"Just once, he accidentally knocked me down." The memory of it made her smile, but Wells didn't look nearly as amused by what she said.

"Then you don't even really know him then. I wouldn't read to much into what happened."

"Thanks Dr. Therapist dude. I'll keep that in mind," Clarke joked.

"Well I have to go. My father wants me helping him prepare for some event coming up. I'll see you later, Clarke," Wells said as he turned towards the door of the flat. Clarke waved back and watched as the door closed behind Wells.

God. She knew that Wells was right when he said that she shouldn't be taking what happened with Bellamy Blake so seriously, but she was. Why? What the hell is wrong with me? He knocked me down and he walked me home. What is so extraordinary about that? Ughhhh. She was not in the mood to debate with herself about her stupid, adolescent feelings. "Mom! I'm going for a walk!" Clarke shouted as she slipped her shoes on and closed the door after her.

"Bellamy! Let's play again!" Octavia giggled after her brother showed her how to play some game called 'gin rummy' with cards. Bellamy so desperately wanted to, knowing that Octavia could only do things in their flat. She couldn't outside, ever.

This isn't fair. Octavia is a fifteen and a half year old girl who has spent her whole life living in this damn flat, hidden from everyone. She deserves more in life than what she has gotten. Why am I the one who gets to live my life when she is stuck in here? It just isn't fair…

He shook the thoughts out of his mind and looked at his little sister. "I'm sorry, O. Not right now, I have to go on patrol. Maybe later okay?"

Octavia frowned for a moment, but then sighed and smiled. "Sure. Have fun out there, Bell."

He smiled back. "Alright, Mom should be back any minute now. I'll see you later for that game."

"Counting on it, big brother," Octavia laughed and waved as Bellamy walked out the front door.

He felt so bad leaving her back there, but he had to do his job. He was still new in his position as a guard and he had to earn respect from his colleagues and the civilians of the Ark. And today, the upper level officers had him patrolling up in the neighborhood of Chancellor Jaha and the other Councilmembers families. Clarke! Maybe she'll be around here. Then a sad realization came to him. She is Councilwoman Abigail Griffin's daughter. She probably forgot about us meeting the moment I dropped back off at her flat. But I guess that's just how our world works.

He let his thoughts go and just as he did, a voice called out behind him.

"Bellamy Blake."