After their bumpy lunch date, the group decided to part ways for the day and head home- apart from Clarke and Bellamy.

The two of them finding their way back to his place after Clarke asked him to explain what had gone on last night.

"C'mon! How did you even do that?" Jasper shouted in surprise as Clarke managed to flip a coin from her nose and into a shot glass for the fifth time this hour. "Practise makes perfect." She teased cockily before a sultry voice added in a similar tone, "And Princess is nothing if not perfect." Jasper laughed at Bellamy's response after taking his shot.

"Who let you in?" Clarke retorted as she tried to re-balance the coin upon her nose.

"You're precious ex-boyfriend." He answered honestly.

The coin fell from Clarke's nose as she whipped her head round to face Bellamy. "Finn's here?" She repeated as Bellamy's hand shot out to catch the coin, handing it to Jasper. "Yes, Finn's here." He confirmed in a cold tone before stepping away from their party game in the direction of the kitchen, to which Clarke followed. "Why is Finn here?"

"Why do you think Finn is here? To party, of course. Well, I mean. He might have been looking for you but-"

"He what?!"

"I told him you weren't here, Princess. Relax." He calmed when they were interrupted by a recognisable laugh. Clarke twirled round to look in the opposite direction. "Don't-" Bellamy warned, trying to take her arm before she stormed forward in hunt of the laughter. She was met with the familiar sight of Finn. His brown hair still shoulder-length, his right hand lifting up to sweep it away from his eye as a beer hung loosely from the fingertips of his other. His eyes instantly locked onto hers and his laughter died in his throat. Her eyes were met with sympathy and, more importantly, guilt.

Bellamy leant down to whisper in Clarke's ear and to stroke his knuckle against her bare arm of which goose-bumps rose. "Please don't."

She should have listened. She shouldn't have let Finn's jealous glint in his eyes affect her but when he approached, she pushed Bellamy away. "Clarke." He started, his hand reaching out to take hers when she retracted hers, slurring, "Don't even start, Finn. What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you-"

"Yeah, right."

"I want to make things right, we can work-"

"It's been months, Finn. MONTHS. And now you decide to show up and-"

The pair bickered for a while and Jasper wondered past on his way to the bathroom after feeling the consequences of his shots rising up his throat. Little did he know that Bellamy was hot on his heels, trying to be the Good Samaritan after cheating Jasper into a lose-lose game called 'Heads: I Win. Tails: You Lose.'

"The way you hurt me… It's inexcusable, Finn…" She whispered as Bellamy hid in the shadows of the kitchen, hurting with empathy as his friend re-lived her cheating ex-boyfriend's emotional blackmail. "Clarke, you're making it look like it's only my fault. Maybe if you'd put out or-"

Bellamy had heard enough as he rounded on Finn. "Don't blame Clarke for you insolence you petty-" He pushed Finn back, "idiotic-", He pushed him against the wall, "useless piece of-"

"Bellamy, stop! He's not worth it!" Clarke shouted as she tugged on Bellamy's raised fist. "Let's go." She muttered into his ear as Finn pressed himself against the wall fearfully, he'd heard of Bellamy's past brawls and his competitors had never done well.

"Bellamy, please…" She whispered into his ear which was the only thing that turned his head to look at her as she tugged his arm away and led them out the house.

"Where are we going, Princess? Road trip?" He suggested in a frustrated tone as he was pulled from the house, looking over his shoulder as they traipsed across the beer-can strewn lawn. "No. We're going wherever you'll take me in your fucking Jeep because I can't stand to be here a second longer."

Taking the keys out of his pocket and swinging them around his finger, Bellamy finally smirked again teasing, "Never knew Princess had a potty mouth", as he held the door open for Clarke who hopped into the car while Bellamy went around the other side. "She does when she's annoyed." Clarke retorted as Bellamy began to drive back to his apartment. The drive back was silent after that, until tears welled up in Clarke's eyes and she hiccupped.

Oh no… Bellamy thought as he lifted his hand from the wheel to cup Clarke's chin and turn it to face him. "He's not worth it, Princess… Forget it… Forget him…" He soothed, looking away from the road briefly to meet Clarke's eyes but hers remained shut to stop the tears from falling. "Hey…" He urged before she pulled her chin away and he dropped his hand, pulling into his drive. Straight away, he jumped out, going around the car to open her door and help her out when she shook his hand away, stepping out she tipsily leant against him closely. "I need a drink."

Bellamy wiped away the tear-tracks on her cheeks as he nodded slowly, "Well then let's get you one." He soothed with a small sympathetic smile as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder to keep his balance as he took her into her apartment.

Falling onto the sofa, Clarke looked up to Bellamy, turning from her front onto her back, catching his eye as she sighed. "Now I see why you made me drive…"

"I need that drink, Bellamy…" Sang Clarke as Bellamy rolled his eyes.

"Why don't you have a nap?" He suggested as he went into the kitchen, taking out a bottle of vodka as he heard Clarke groan from the other room. "Why don't you hurry up instead?"

"Jasper was right, you totally cheat." Bellamy accused as they repeated the same shot-game as earlier. "Yeah, right, Bell'. Says you!" Giggled Clarke as she stepped away from the drinks to take seat upon the sofa once again. His apartment was all wood. Dark brown leathers, wooden floors… It was cosy.

"Huh…" Bellamy commented to himself as he walked over to her, sitting on the arm of the same sofa as Clarke arched an eyebrow, "What's up?"

"Bell…You called me 'Bell'..."

"So?"

"You've never used my nickname before… Only O calls me that." He pondered as he began to tap his fingers against his knees.

"Oh, I'm sorry… I didn't know I was- was imposing…" Clarke furrowed her eyebrows and turned onto her front, resting on her elbows as she looked up at Bellamy. "Well, it isn't…" He replied in a similar tone as his brown eyes fogged with perplexity. "It-It just sounds different coming from you… I like it…" He admitted and Clarke gave a half-smile, shrugging. "Thank you, I guess."

"It's weird being here… I mean, it's nice here but it's odd that we've been friends for so long and-"

Bellamy cut Clarke off with his lips, dipping his head down to gently take hold of her left cheek before pulling back and gazing into her eyes heatedly before dropping his eyes to her lips, "Say my name again…"