Oh hey there. . . I finally updated. I have had THE WORST writers block and honestly did not have the motivation to write this. But good news, I am staying home and not going to boarding school soo, this will be continued as well as my other fics (expect another update of In Enforced Matrimony soon, I know its been a month)
I also want to thank my amazing beta Jackie (badassbellamyblake on tumblr) for putting up with my ultimate procrastination :)
so here is chapter 3!
The phone inside Clarke's pocket didn't ring again for the entire day. After school ended, she dropped off Octavia and Wells, then rushed over to the diner for a full shift. As always was the case in the afternoons, the entire place was packed. Clarke delivered orders on rollerskates- just one part of the uniform her step mom requires them to wear, skillfully rolling around the restaurant, while also doing parts of her homework that was set behind the counter. Thanks to her step mother, this was the normal routine for her; cramming for tests while working full and almost double shifts.
When it was a quarter to ten, Raven finally went over to Clarke whose face was buried in a textbook as she wiped down the counters.
"Clarke, why are you still here?" she asked closing the textbook Clarke was reading.
"I'm almost done. Fiona goes ballistic if I don't finish." Clarke replied without looking up from the task at hand.
"What I care about is your education. She's got you getting up at the asscrack of dawn and keeps you here until midnight. Your dad would want you to do well in school, and that's what I want."
When her father passed, Fiona changed the entire diner from baseball to a cheap 50's Elvis theme. The entire place looked tacky, from the jukebox that was always broken, down to the cheap pink wallpaper. The two things that never changed were the food and the staff. When she started to fully work there, everybody there became her true family. They cared so much about her and her future. Clarke saw Raven as a somewhat mother figure, even though they were only a few years apart in age.
"But-" Clarke tried to protest, but Raven snatched the cleaning supplies out of her hands.
"No more "buts." You just leave Fiona and her big butt to me."
"Thanks, Raven." she said and grabbed her backpack along with all her books.
When she got home, she snuck past her step mom who was snoring fast asleep on the couch. The stairs to the attic were exhausting to climb after a long day, but Clarke didn't care when she finally fell on her soft bed. Reaching her hand across the bed, she grabbed her outdated laptop and opened it to see one message from him. Or rather his screen name, Nomad_22.
Nomad_22: How was your day ?
He is the only person who ever asks that, and she always tells the truth.
princeton_girl56: Raging stepmom, work and cool kids who can't get over themselves. Ever feel like you don't belong?
Nomad_22: Absolutely. I can be surrounded by a sea of people and still feel all alone. Then I think of you.
A warmth spread through Clarke's cheeks. For some reason he always made her heart skip a beat.
princeton_girl56: Hey, Nomad, do you think we've ever met?
Nomad_22: I don't know. Our school has over 3500 kids.
princeton_girl56: Well, that narrows it down.
Nomad_22: Well, at least I can eliminate the guys.
Nomad_22: You're not a guy, right? Because if you are, I'll kick your butt.
One thing she loved about him is that he could always make her laugh.
princeton_girl56: I am not a guy.
Their entire friendship started one night a few months ago. Clarke went online to a Princeton chat room to talk to others who were applying. Sure enough, she met Nomad on there. Now, five months later, they know everything about one another and are the greatest of friends. The only thing they don't know, is the other's real name.
princeton_girl56: Have you told your dad about Princeton yet?
Nomad_22: If only I could. I haven't even told him I wanna be a writer.
princeton_girl56: My father always encouraged me to pursue my dreams.
Nomad_22: Not mine. He has another plan for my life.
Clarke sighed. His father never listened to him whenever he tried to speak about Princeton, or any college for that matter.
Suddenly, Clarke felt a rush of drowsiness fall over her. She looked over to the clock, her eyes widened when she saw the time.
Bellamy stifled a yawn, his eyes slightly closing.
"Princess": It's 2 a.m. We've been at this for five hours.
Nomad_22: Well, I think we broke our record, princess. ;)
"Princess": We should turn in. Sweet dreams.
Nomad_22: Wait.
He quickly responded, and continued when he saw she wasn't offline. He had known her for five months and he was slowly going crazy. He had to see her sooner than later.
Nomad_22: I can't sleep without knowing there's hope.
"Half the night I waste in sighs.
In a wakeful doze I sorrow.
For the hand, the lips...
... the eyes.
For the meeting of tomorrow."
"Princess": Quoting Tennyson. Impressive.
He chuckled and thought 'It's now or never Bellamy'.
Nomad_22: Please meet me at the homecoming dance.
I'll be waiting for you at 11:00 in the middle of the dance floor.
"Sweet dreams, my princess." he said out loud when typing. After he hit send, he got up from his desk and made his way downstairs to eat something. He passed his sisters room without even glancing over, she was always asleep at this time. What he didn't see was Octavia hiding in the shadows of the hallway waiting for her brother to leave so she could find out who this so called "princess" was.
Nomad_22: Sweet dreams, my princess.
Clarke sat up in bed looking at her computer. A million emotions went through her as she read the last few messages. He wanted to meet her in a week.
So this is chapter 3.. (It's going to get better I promise)
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Thank you all for reading this and staying with this!