Chapter 2: Bellamy (I)
Chapter Notes:
Thank you guys for the comments! I just posted the first chapter last night, but I figured "eh, it's the weekend, what's one more?"
So, I give you Chapter 2.
Bellamy knows exactly why his sister asked him to help move. Octavia is perfectly aware of how bad he has it for Clarke Griffin.
When O told him about Clarke's crush in high school, she was 15 and he was a legal adult. So yeah, he thought it was kind of adorable that the Princess had a crush on him. Maybe he tried to be a little nicer to the pudgy freshman than he was to the other girls who hopelessly crushed on him, but it had nothing to do with reciprocated interest, and everything to do with the fact that she was Octavia's best friend. Again. He was an adult, she was barely a teenager. Ew.
So three years later, when he visited home to intimidate O's senior prom date, he felt a little bit like a creep because he couldn't stop ogling the Princess. She was definitely not this hot before he left for college. And maybe his heart skipped a few beats when she came downstairs with O, dressed in a sapphire blue gown that hugged her barely-legal curves so perfectly it almost made his head spin. And maybe he wanted to break the fingers off of Finn Fucking Collins' hand when he was placing that corsage on her dress. (Really, that dress should have been illegal.) Anyone would agree with him, it was highly inappropriate for Finn's hands to be that close to his the Princess's chest. The asshole should have bought her a wrist corsage.
No, he wasn't jealous of Finn. And he wasn't fantasizing about his hands that close to her breasts. Just like he didn't have highly inappropriate dreams about eating her out until she couldn't remember anything but his name as she cried it out like a prayer. And a few months after that when he came to O's graduation, he definitely didn't fantasize about what sounds the princess might make if he took her against the wall in the maintenance closet by the gym. That would have been… wrong?
So Bellamy has been a perfect gentleman around Clarke Griffin. Okay, that's not totally true. She's called him a "womanizing asshole" on more than just a few occasions, and if he's being honest, he kind of earned that appraisal. Like when she and O would drop by unannounced to find him unceremoniously shooing another one-night-stand out the door. Okay, and maybe he was an asshole to Clarke when he walked out of his bedroom one morning and found her and O offering coffee and donuts to one of his conquests. "God, Bellamy, you could be a little nicer to the girl!"
And maybe he didn't help things when he explained, "I don't want them to have any expectations, so please stop feeding them." Fine, maybe he was being a little callous, but why should she care? It's not like he was booting her out of his bed and making her take the walk of shame home.
Whatever, they got over it. Fine, he's an asshole, he'll admit it. But so is she. Little Miss I'm-Never-Wrong is as just hard-headed and stubborn as he is. He's just a little… louder about it. He smiles when he thinks, no, she's pretty damn loud, too. His reasons for riling her up are not related to his infatuation with the spark in her eye when she's all pissed off at him.
So when O asks him to come help her and Clarke move to their new apartment, his mouth says yes before his brain can stop him. O gives him a knowing smirk and he has to tell her to shut the fuck up.
When he knocks at the girls' apartment, he hears the Princess griping as she opens the door. She's all grunts and grumbles at this hour of the morning, asking him something about coffee, but he's too distracted by how messy Clarke looks, and how much he likes it. He thinks Disheveled-Clarke might be one of his favorite Clarkes. To be honest, it makes him think of how much he wants to wake up to her looking like this… How he wants to be what makes her look this wild.
Clarke scowls and mentions coffee again, so he just smiles like an idiot as she shuffles into the kitchen (presumably for coffee). He sees a plate on the dining room table, and thinks he might get on her good side this morning by bringing it into the kitchen and washing it.
He is absolutely not prepared to handle the situation he walks into. His mouth goes dry, and if he thought Disheveled-Clarke was great, he clearly didn't realize that Clarke-in-Black-Lace-Lingerie was a thing. And now he's not sure he'll be able to think of anything else ever again.
Bellamy hears a crash on the floor by his feet, and it takes a few seconds for him to register that yeah, that's his fault. He's pretty sure Clarke is about to chew him out for it, so he doesn't move. He's not certain how long he's been standing here, but their standoff comes to a merciful end when Octavia drags Clarke out of the kitchen.
With Clarke out of sight, he can finally do what he came here to do. He hauls a small bookcase down to his beat-up truck and comes back upstairs. He picks up another piece of furniture just as Clarke walks out of O's room, her tits practically spilling out of a top that's far too small. Not that he's complaining at all. And those shorts? They are basically underwear. Again, not complaining. But fuck, having her around all day is going to be really fucking difficult.
Then Bellamy almost walks straight into a wall, because of course he does. Clarke's facial expression goes from helpless to predatory in a matter of seconds, and… shit, he's so screwed.
End Chapter Notes
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