Clarke drove to the school finding both girls sitting out front. She was pissed beyond belief. She rolled down the window as she pulled up.

"Get in. Now."

"It wasn't-"

"I don't want to hear it. Get in the fucking car."

The two got in the backseat looking sad and scared.

"What's your address, Octavia?" The girl got a panicked look on her face.

"No, please, I can't go home. My brother will kill me-"

"Well isn't that a god damn shame. Probably should've thought about that before you started a fight." She looked pointedly at her younger sister.

"The bitch was asking for it. I was doing a public service."

"Alright, well your public service has you grounded for two weeks." She turned back to the road and started to drive off campus.

"That's not fair! You didn't even hear our side of the story!"

"Alright. Octavia, give me your address you can tell both me and your brother your side of the story when I drop you off."

"He's going to murder me!"

"I refer back to my previous statement. Should've thought of that first before you punch that girl in the face. Now. Address." The small brunette punched in her address. The ride to her house was silent. When they pulled up, Bellamy was out front, doing yard work.

When they pulled up, Bellamy was out front doing yard work.

"Stay." She got up, trying to figure out how to explain this.

He looked up when he heard her door shut.

"Princess, if I didn't know any better I'd think you're stalking me." He said with a smirk, but she wasn't smiling. Her face was a mix of anger and something he couldn't get a read on.

"Ha, yes you're very funny. Look, I only got out first because she's quite worried you're going to kill her."

"Who?" At that moment both Octavia and Bethany got out of the car. "What the hell are you doing here? You're supposed to be in school."

"Nope," He turned his attention back to Clarke, "not for the rest of the week." He gave the tall blonde a look. "They got suspended."

"What?!" Octavia hid behind her friend. "Get your ass over here." He looked at Clarke. "What the fuck did they do?"

"According to the principal, they started a fight-"

"You got in a fight?!" He looked between the girls.

"But," Clarke spoke rather loudly to draw his attention back to her again, "they believe it's unfair seeing as how we don't know their side of the story."

They looked at both girls, who were as terrified as they looked. Bethany moved forward.

"It was my fault. I didn't mean to get her in trouble too."

"What do you mean it was your fault?"

"I punched her in the face, Octavia didn't do anything but pull me off."

"Not true, I kicked her in the ribs when she tried to pull you back down."

"Wait! Who are we talking about?"

"Roma." Both girls said in unison.

Clarke looked at her sister. "You. Explain."

"Well, it was second period, which is P.E., and Roma came up behind us in the locker room and started making fun of O because she was wearing sweats instead of shorts. She was saying it was because she's fat and ugly and a bunch of stuff like that. Then she started making fun of both of us because of you two and then she pushed O into the lockers and told her..." She trailed off not wanting to finish the sentence.

"Told her what?" Bellamy was seething.

"She told me I'd be better off dead..." Octavia looked at the ground.

"So I yanked her ponytail and when she turned around I punched her in the face. Then her friends started to kick me so...I hit them too."

"B was on the floor in pain because Roma's stupid friends were kicking her. And they got away with it because Roma told the teacher it was Beth who started the fight!"

"And the principal didn't believe you?!" Clarke was furious too.

"No, Roma's parents make huge donations. He can't get her in trouble if he wants money. And they wanted to see the girls who bruised their little baby out. Technically they wanted us expelled but..."

"But?"

"Then they kinda figured out who mom was." Clarke stood up straight and wiped her hands over her face.

"Wait, you said they made fun of you because of ...us?" Bellamy spoke up, gesturing between himself and Clarke.

"Yeah."

"Well, what did they say?" Both girls looked at each other sheepishly. But Bethany was the one to speak up.

"They said mom was pathetic because she couldn't get what's his face to stay. And they said your mom..." She paused, trying to figure out a way to phrase it nicely.

"They said mom was a slut." Octavia butted in.

"Oh, Imma kill that little bitch."

"See?! This is why I didn't want to tell you about it in the first place! You always do something stupid!" She stormed off towards the house, Bethany following close after.

He turned to Clarke. "What did she mean by that? Has this been going on for a long time?"

"I didn't really know. I knew they didn't like her and she's a bitch, but I didn't know it was because of shit like this."

He shook his head, unsure of what his next move should be. Her phone ringing brought him out of his thoughts.

"Hello?...Finn?...Well, how the hell did you end up there?...No, I'm dealing with something right now...Sucks...Fine, bye." She sounded angry at him. Bellamy gave her a questioning look. "What?"

"What? I didn't say anything."

"You're looking at me weird."

"How?"

"I don't know like..." She suddenly noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt. And, God, that boy was toned. "I don't know, weird."

"Excellent description, Princess."

"Shut up." He could swear he saw blush creeping up her cheeks.

"What are we supposed to do about them?" He nodded his head towards his house.

"I don't know..." She answered honestly.