Author's Note: Thanks for your reviews. Its always good to hear what you think. There's one more part to come after this.
Once again, this is unbeta'd so please excuse any inevitable mistakes.
There were some wolf-whistles and catcalls as Clarke walked past the table crowded with frat boys and into her favourite on-campus coffee shop. She didn't even bother to glare at them, blocking it all out as she slid onto a chair opposite Wells, who passed over her caffe latte with a roll of his eyes.
"Frat boys," he said derogatorily.
"Aren't you a frat boy?" she asked with a teasing grin.
"Yeah, but my fraternity has a higher standard than most and, being an African-American fraternity, we have zero tolerance towards racist songs."
Clarke gave a little huff of amusement at that. She knew that Wells wouldn't have necessarily joined a fraternity if it wasn't for the fact that his dad was an influential fraternity alumni. It had been expected that Wells would join the same house as his dad and he'd been happy to go along with it because the charter wasn't particularly fond of the usual fraternity activities and mainly concentrated on community work.
"So apart from harassment from some of the lovelier aspects of our campus society, how is your new found internet fame treating you."
Banging her head on the table, Clarke groaned. "Don't, Wells! If I'd know this would go viral, I would never signed up to do it."
"Hate to break it to you but the video didn't go viral, you and the mystery stud did!"
"You have to stop calling him that. He's not a mystery – you laughed as his sister accosted me and attempted to give me his number, saying, and I quote, "Please date him. He can be a dick but wow that kiss!" unquote."
Wells grinned widely. "Ah, that did have to be my favourite part of the evening – aside from just how red you got watching your part in Monty's project."
Deciding that Wells was getting far too much entertainment out of this situation, Clarke decided to turn the tables. "How about we talk about your role in Monty's video. Talk about eaten alive!"
"Telling you now, Raven Reyes is scary as fuck."
Clarke cackled at that. "She's awesome."
"Yeah, she is and way out of my league."
"She's way out of everyone's league."
It hadn't been until Clarke saw the video that she recognised exactly who Raven was - Finn's girlfriend – and it was obvious that she had recognised Clarke, too. However, instead of a tense confrontation, the two had hit it off. It hadn't taken Raven more than a couple of minutes before she was teaming up with Wells to tease Clarke mercilessly about the 'x-rated kiss.'
"So are you actually going to call this Bellamy guy?" Wells asked.
"I didn't take his number from his sister."
Wells grinned at her, pulled his wallet out of his pocket and took out a ripped up piece of paper and said, "Yeah, but I did."
"You're an idiot," Octavia grumbled as she slumped down in the sofa next to him.
"What have I done now?"
"Why won't you just go and find her."
"Not this again, O!"
"Monty knows her. He'll pass your number on, I bet."
"I thought you already tried to give her my number and she wasn't interested," Bellamy pointed out.
"Only because she was embarrassed. Believe me, no one kisses a stranger like that unless they are interested."
Bellamy didn't both replying and just turned his attention back to his laptop and the history essay he was trying to get written.
But Octavia wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily. Putting her hand over the laptop screen, she said, "And don't think you're fooling anyone with that studied nonchalant crap you're trying to pull. You don't kiss a girl like that unless you're interested."
"How would you know, O? It's not as if I go round kissing girls in front of you."
She rolled her eyes at that. "Yeah, but you also don't get all grouchy like this over other girls."
"I am not grouchy, I'm trying to get a paper written."
"Whatever, Bell. Just give it up already."
Before he was able to argue any more with his annoying little sister, his phone rang. Picking it up, Bellamy frowned at the unknown number. While he was tempted to let it ring off until voicemail, he picked it up. He was Octavia's guardian and sometimes got calls from various social service agencies checking in on her welfare.
"Hello?"
There was a silence on the other end before he heard the sound of a breath being sucked in. "Hi…er…is this Bellamy? Bellamy Blake?"
The female voice definitely did not belong to a social worker, it was far too hesitant and nervous. He shot a quick look at Octavia who had hijacked his laptop and was currently scrolling through her Tumblr dash. He scowled as he saw yet another gif of him kissing Clarke appear on the screen. Octavia stopped scrolling and clicked on the reblog button. He rolled his eyes at just how weird his baby sister was reblogging him kissing some stranger but at least she was distracted although history had taught him she wasn't that distracted, so he wandered through into the tiny kitchen to take the call.
"This is Bellamy."
"Er…hi, Bellamy. It's Clarke. You know the girl from Monty's project."
His heart stopped for a moment and surprise made his mouth drop open. His eyes flew to the door leading into the living room, but he could see that Octavia was still not paying attention to his conversation.
"Yeah, Clarke, hi," he stuttered and then winced at his inability to string a sentence together.
"I was wondering," she started to say before she tailed off and took another deep breath. "I was wondering if you wanted to maybe go and get a coffee some time."
The words were rushed and it took him a moment to work out exactly what she'd said but when he did, he couldn't stop the smile from breaking out across his face. "Yeah, I'd like that."
"Really?" she asked and he can hear the relief in her voice. "Great. Er…so are you around tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow? Yeah, tomorrow's great. Is early afternoon okay with you? I have class in the morning and I start my shift at 3pm."
"Yeah tomorrow afternoon is fine. Is 1pm okay? I finish my class then."
"Sure. Where shall I meet you?"
"Do you know the café Grounders? It's off campus and so tends to be a little quieter."
"I know it," he said. He hadn't pegged her as a Grounders type of girl. It was slightly grungy and popular with local blue collar workers, but he liked that she was prepared to get away from the usual college haunts and mix it up with locals.
"Great. Meet you there then, Bellamy," she said.
"Look forward to it."
Once she'd hung up, he looked down at his phone for a moment. The grin still hadn't gone from his face and the bad mood he'd been in for the last couple of weeks had lifted.
"Bell?" Octavia called out from the living room. "Who was that?"
He'd forgotten about Octavia. She was never going to let him live this down, especially when she found out they planned on meeting at Grounders. He hoped Lincoln wasn't working then or he was pretty sure he'd see his sister there, too.
