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The song used in this chapter is "Halo" by Beyonce. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter3_Halo

Bellamy almost stumbled into his partner as he realized he was heading straightly to a wall. He dodged it perfectly and heard him say: "Woah, Blake! What the hell is going on with you?" Bellamy gave him an ashamed look and whispered: "Lot of thoughts on my mind."

He was damn right about that. All he could think about for the past 14 hours was Clarke. It was just ten in the morning but he felt like he should've ditched work and went to get ready. He mentally reassured himself that he wasn't a girl and it took him like five minutes to get dressed.

His partner, Derek, pushed: "Is this about a girl?" Bellamy didn't say anything so Derek just assumed. He smirked and patted his back saying: "Finally! So who is this special girl that turned my player partner into a pile of jelly?!"

Bellamy frowned at him, but only for a moment, and then as they walked through hallways, he started talking: "We just met. I don't know her that much. We have a date tonight though…" Derek nodded his head and asked: "Do you want my advice?"

Bellamy raised his eyebrows at him, and Derek grinned in return: "Hey, I'm married to someone way hotter than me! You should take my advice!" Bellamy rolled his eyes and went to say something that their supervisor approached them.

They were silent until he passed and after paying their respects to him, they continued walking. Bellamy whispered: "What is it anyway?" Derek gave him a serious look: "Just don't be yourself." Bellamy pushed him to the side and he almost hit a wall.

Bellamy shook his head as Derek burst into laughter. He was already nervous enough about the whole thing, and Derek had just made it worse. He tried not to think about her or their date for the rest of the day but he knew he was going to fail.

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Clarke shook her head as she was looking at herself in the mirror. She couldn't possibly go out with him looking like that. She stripped out of the dress and sat on the bed, looking at the mess around her, piles of clothes were scattered everywhere.

She had went on dates before, and yes, she had wondered about what to wear. But it was different this time. She had never felt this nervous before. Imagining him, showing up handsome and charming, and she showing up, looking like shit, made her even more nervous than she already was.

Someone knocked on her door and she yelled: "I'm changing clothes, dad!" The door opened and her mother walked in with an amused look on her face. She took in the mess before her and raised her eyebrows.

Clarke blushed and said: "I'm going out tonight." Abby walked to the bed and sat down next to her asking: "Really? With who?" Clarke hesitated for a moment. Their parents didn't know anything about the incident and they didn't have to either.

"Just some guy." Was her final answer and she tried to look cool about it. Abby put her hand on her bare thigh and said: "Honey, you look beautiful, no matter what you wear." Clarke hugged her with a smile and whispered: "Thanks."

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Octavia walked in his room just as he was pulling his shirt off and putting on a new one. She giggled and asked: "What are you doing?" Bellamy turned around and frowned: "How many times do I have to tell you? Knock first."

Octavia rolled her eyes and jumped on his bed, challenging her older brother to a staring match. Bellamy sighed and sat next to her. He said in a serious tone: "I'm going on a date tonight." Octavia gasped and asked: "You?"

Although she was never out of their small house and she had no experience whatsoever but she knew Bellamy wasn't a boy who dated girls. She remembered him not coming home some nights and when she'd ask where he was, he would change the subject immediately.

Octavia watched him, wide eyed, as she could practically see sweat forming on his forehead. Bellamy asked: "Are you surprised?" Octavia nodded and got up to check his closet and finally picked a grey shirt and handed it to him, saying: "Wear this, it looks good on you."

Bellamy gave her an appreciative smile and ruffled her hair before she could get out of sight. Octavia groaned and hit his arm before walking out, cursing him under her breath.

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He took a look at his watch and saw it was only two minutes to eight. The grand hall was already crowded, full of noises. He took a look around but didn't see any sign of her. He ran a hand through his hair, careful not to mess it up, though.

He took a look at his watch once more and saw it was a minute past eight. He put his hands in his pockets and leaned back against the wall. Just as he was getting comfortable, he saw her walk in and his breath caught in his throat.

She looked insanely beautiful. Her hair was loose around her face and she was wearing jeans and a simple blue shirt. She was looking for him, moving her head to get a hold of the crowd. He waited patiently until her head turned to his direction and she saw him.

Clarke's eyes lit up at the sight of him, goofy grin, grey shirt and jeans. She thanked her mom mentally once more for making her wear casual clothes. She walked up to him, smiling as he pulled away from the wall and made his way to her.

"Hey." Was his line opener and he made a mental note to hit his head when she was not around. Clarke's smile grew wider and she said: "Hey." They stood, in the middle of the crowd, looking silently at each other.

Bellamy finally took his eyes off her and said insecurely: "So, I know this might not be your thing, but I was thinking about taking you to the old game room." Clarke's eyes widened and she let out a giggle: "Are you kidding? I love the game room!"

Bellamy grinned uncontrollably and gestured for her to walk ahead and then he followed her. They walked quietly to the end of the hall and made a left turn where the game room was. Bellamy put his hand on the small of her back and led her inside, but didn't notice her shiver.

Clarke asked: "So, which one?" Bellamy looked at her and asked: "Air hockey?" Clarke bit her lip excitedly and exclaimed: "My favorite!" Bellamy pointed a finger at her and said mockingly: "You're going down, Clarke."

She pushed him gently and said: "Please! They call me Clarke-Air-Hockey around here! Prepare to get your ass kicked!" Bellamy chuckled and after they both positioned themselves at the two ends of the table, he pushed its button to get the game going.

As time went by, Bellamy realized Clarke wasn't exaggerating, not one bit. She was in fact kicking his ass and she wasn't humble about it either. After every point she took from Bellamy, she would do a little victory dance and he would stare at her with wonder.

"Last point, not that it matters to you, you're way behind." Clarke trash talked him with a wide smirk and Bellamy just rolled his eyes. Neither of them was giving in and the puck kept moving up and down, until Bellamy's eyes caught a glimpse of her lips, pressed with concentration.

And that was when he got lost in her and then came back to his senses by her loud shout: "Yes!" He looked at her jumping around like a little kid and his heart ached thinking about how his sister couldn't experience any of this.

Clarke walked to him and asked with a wide grin: "What is it? Are you a sore loser?!" Bellamy answered with a grin: "Not at all. You are amazing, I give you that." Clarke shrugged confidently and gestured like she was cleaning dust off her shoulders.

Bellamy felt a sudden urge to kiss her right there and then, until both of them would be in critical need of Oxygen. Clarke's eyes were on him, sparkling, and he had to stop himself before making a move. He didn't want to scare her off.

Clarke, on the other hand, was wondering if he would kiss her. She was yearning for it to happen, to get a taste of Bellamy Blake, the handsome and kind boy who wouldn't leave her dreams at night.

Bellamy asked: "So, another round of Air Hockey or something that I'm actually good at?!" Clarke laughed and took a look around and asked: "Like what?!" Bellamy thought for a moment and offered: "Darts?"

"I've never played Darts…" Clarke started and Bellamy cut her off: "Whatever you want." Clarke smiled innocently and said: "I was going to say, I'd like you to teach me." Bellamy bowed a little bit to gain a chuckle from her: "With pleasure."

They moved to the dartboard and Bellamy pulled off a few darts off it and walked back until a certain distance. He showed the dart to Clarke and explained: "You simply take the dart and point it at the board, preferably at the center, and then you throw it."

Clarke watched as he threw the dart expertly and it hit the center like it was nothing. She moved next to him and said: "Alright, my turn." Bellamy gave her a dart and watched with a grin as she was examining it. She finally got a firm hold on the dart and threw it towards the board but it hit the wall and fell on the ground.

Clarke groaned and turned to Bellamy: "You seemed to do it fairly easy." Bellamy smirked and said, imitating her: "They call me Bellamy-Darts around here! You shouldn't compare yourself to me!"

Clarke pouted, like the time she was forcing him to take her to his place and it took everything in Bellamy not to put his lips on hers and make the pout go away in an instant. He stepped closer to her calmly and positioned himself behind her and said: "Let me show you how it's done."

He gave her another dart and before Clarke knew what was going on, her back was pressed to his chest, and he was holding her hand firmly in the air. Her focus on the dartboard faded as Bellamy sniffed her hair and sighed quietly. Her heart was racing quickly, she felt like she was having a heart attack.

Bellamy went to instruct her, but the words just couldn't make their way out of his mouth. He was too caught up in her golden hair right under his nose and her familiar scent. The scent that drove him crazy for a whole week, the only thing he had left of her.

She heard his throaty voice: "Your angle is weak. Move your hand a little bit to the right." Clarke did so and tried desperately to stop her hand from shaking. His hand squeezed hers gently and he whispered in her ear: "Throw."

Clarke used all the strength left in her and threw the dart to the board and to her surprise, she hit the bull's eye. She felt herself fill up with joy and turned around to come face to face with Bellamy. His eyes were sparkling as he was looking at her, breathless and in his arms.

Before he could even move his face close to hers, a voice stopped him: "Clarke?" Bellamy saw a young boy, probably her age, eyeing them with a frown. She snapped out of her haze and turned to look behind.

"Wells, what are you doing here?" Clarke asked with a smile and Bellamy realized who he was. The Chancellor's son was standing in front of him and he was his date's friend. Bellamy turned his attention back to the boy as he said: "I was tired of studying so I came to chill out a little bit."

Clarke nodded and as she felt Bellamy's hand on her back, probably signaling something to Wells, she introduced them: "Wells, this is Bellamy. Bellamy, this is Wells, my best friend." Bellamy smiled at the boy brightly, clearly happy to know he was already friend-zoned and he didn't need to worry about him.

The boys nodded at each other and then shook hands politely. After a moment of silence between the trio, Wells said awkwardly: "So… I'll leave you alone now." He went off to one of the tables and started playing.

Both of them knew the moment was passed and there was no going back to it. Bellamy sighed and asked: "Do you wanna get out of here?" She nodded but then said: "I'm gonna throw one more, on my own."

Bellamy gave her the last dart and waited to see how she would do. She relaxed her body and tried to stand the way she did when she was pressed against Bellamy's chest. She eventually threw the dart and it didn't hit the center but it didn't hit the wall either.

Clarke whined: "I don't get it…" Bellamy chuckled and as he led her away from the board, he said cockily: "You need me, princess!" Clarke turned to look at him and asked: "Princess?!" Bellamy shrugged and said honestly: "It suits you."

A little smile formed on her lips and then she asked: "So, where to now?" Bellamy grinned and said: "It's a secret." Clarke narrowed her eyes at him but he only laughed and then it happened. He took her hand in his and led her out of the hall. With their hands intertwined, Clarke sighed and studied his face as they kept walking. He looked calm but she could see that hint of playfulness in his eyes.

Her heart beat faster as she realized where he was taking her. Right outside of the grand library to the left, instead of cold metal, a huge window was put. The infinite space could be seen clearly from there. It was the only magical place on the Ark, the only place she was willing to stay in forever.

And Bellamy had taken her there.

Remember those wall I built

Well, baby, they're tumbling down

And they didn't even put up a fight

They didn't even make a sound

They silently reached the window and got lost in the space right outside the thick glass. Bellamy took his eyes off the stars and stared at her. Her eyes were focused and it felt like she was absorbing everything she was watching.

Without looking at him, Clarke whispered: "I can't believe you brought me here…" Bellamy smiled proudly and asked: "Do you like it here?" She finally turned to face him and said: "I practically spent every day of my life here. It's my spot."

I found a way to let you win
But, I never really had a doubt
Standing in the light of your halo
I got my angel now

Bellamy took a step closer to her and heard his own voice, coming out as a whisper: "Maybe it can be our spot…" Clarke's breathing turned heavy as she whispered back: "Maybe it can…" Bellamy knew there was no stopping then.

It's like I've been awakened
Every rule I had, you breakin'
It's the risk that I'm takin'
I ain't never gonna shut you out

His head came down and Clarke's eyes closed, and his lips finally touched hers. Something exploded in both of their minds and electrified their bodies. He slowly moved his lips on hers, torturing her and himself at the same time.

Everywhere I'm looking now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby, I can see your halo
You know you're my saving grace

The kiss should've been epic and he knew that. His hand grabbed her right cheek and Clarke leaned in happily as her hand clutched to his waist. His tongue entered her mouth and it earned him a soft moan, making him sweat slightly.

You're everything I need and more
It's written all over your face
Baby, I can feel your halo
Pray it won't fade away

The kiss was slowly heating up, out of his control, out of her control, and it was burning them inside out. As their tongues touched, Bellamy felt like he was going to fall down at any moment but Clarke was holding on to him tightly.

Clarke didn't know how many minutes the kiss lasted. She honestly couldn't tell. The only thing that mattered was the strange new feeling he was making her experience. She couldn't put a finger on what was so different about him or about the kiss that made her lose her mind.

Hit me like a ray of sun
Burning through my darkest night
You're the only one that I want
Think I'm addicted to your light

His free hand was traveling down her back, massaging it carelessly and she responded by moving her hand from his waist up to his chest. She put her hand on where his heart was supposed to be and in the middle of her mind catching fire, she felt his heartbeats underneath the palm of her hand.

I swore I'd never fall again
But this don't even feel like falling
Gravity can't forget
To pull me back to the ground again

Bellamy knew it was time to pull away, to give both of them some time to recover, and it was killing him. He slowly started to pull away though and Clarke protesting with a throaty groan wasn't helping anything.

Her eyes popped open and stared into his own. He felt like he was having a fever all of a sudden but the weight of her hand on his heart made him cool down. He pulled his hand away from her face and put it gently on her own.

Feels like I've been awakened
Every rule I had, you breakin'
The risk that I'm takin'
I'm never gonna shut you out

Clarke felt like she was melting away, his hand on hers, on his beating heart. Although she felt lightheaded and out of focus, as he gave her hand a squeeze, she could swear his heart skipped a beat.

Everywhere I'm looking now
I'm surrounded by your embrace
Baby, I can see your halo
You know you're my saving grace

Bellamy opened his mouth after catching his breath: "That was…" And Clarke completed: "…Amazing." He nodded with the brightest smile he could manage and she felt like the whole hallway lit up. No, she felt like the whole Solar System got a little brighter that moment.

You're everything I need and more
It's written all over your face
Baby, I can feel your halo
Pray it won't fade away

"Thank you…" She murmured, out of the blue and Bellamy asked obliviously: "For what?" Clarke blinked a few times, taking the moment in and storing it in the back of her mind alongside her other precious memories: "For being the best stranger I've ever met…"

I can feel your halo…

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