Oh my lord, this chapter feels so fucking rushed and there are probably all kinds of typos but I just remembered that I hadn't updated in actually forever so I whipped this up super fucking quick. Hope you like it, I will be going back and editing probably all the chapters I have so far to make them..well better...and less cringy. I'd do it now but it's 7:45 AM and I haven't slept at all and I have a driving test in a couple hours so...Yeah. Read, review, and reflect...I guess...

Edit: I passed my drivers test. PSA: don't take a driving test sleep deprived, that's just a safety thing.


As soon as she was about to pull out of the driveway, Octavia blocked her. She hit her head on the headrest of her seat.

"Fuck..." She didn't have the energy for this now.


Octavia came and tapped on her window while her head was still against the wheel, making Clarke jerk back. She rubbed the back of her neck while she rolled down the window.

"Yeah?"

"You said we'd talk after I got off. I'm off. Let's talk." Clarke really couldn't do this right now.

"Can-"

"You fucked my brother, didn't you?" Octavia Blake, blunt and straight to the point.

Honestly, in any other situation, Clarke would've denied it, but she's pregnant and it's more likely to be Bellamy's than it is Finn's. So really, she's gonna find out.

"Yeah and now I'm pregnant." She has no idea what made it seem like she was being sarcastic but that's how her friend takes it.

"Ok, sorry, you just had to say no." She starts to walk away to unblock Clarke's car. Clarke, already committed to making her best friend hate her as soon as possible, gets out to follow her.

"No, Octavia, I'm being serious. I had sex with Bellamy and now I'm pregnant."

The brunette stops.

"What?" It sounds less like a question and more like a statement and yeah, Clarke already regrets being born. "Are you fucking joking right now?"

Clarke's hearing kind of disappears, replaced by a ringing when Octavia starts to yell and rant at her, but she already knows the gist of what she's saying. It's what the girl has been preaching for years. Bellamy was getting out. He was getting out of this shitty town, he was thinking of applying to some colleges. He wasn't moving across the country like his sister had wanted him to, but he was far enough away that Octavia wouldn't be able to just pop in any time. Bellamy was getting out and now Clarke had thrown those plans in the fucking trash. She'd doomed him here. It was her fault.

The ringing goes down when Bellamy comes out of the house, trying to calm his sister down.

"O, O, O stop- Stop it, I'm going to-"

"Follow through. That's what you better be doing. You're not fucking staying here. I don't care if you got her pregnant- hell I don't care if you've somehow fallen in love with her, you're fucking leaving."

"O, I can't just-"

"Yeah, you can. You are getting out, Bell. You're not missing that chance over some...some..." She struggled to find the words to describe Clarke, a person who had been her best friend until recent events.

"Octavia I-"

"Go." Both Blakes looked at Clarke like she was crazy.

"What? Clarke I can't-"

"Yeah, you can. Go. Move like you're supposed to. I'm not gonna keep you trapped here because you knocked me up. Seriously, I'm not a fucking monster. Octavia, unblock me, I want to go home."

"Clarke-"

"Bell, let her go, she made her fucking choice." Well, there goes a lifetime of friendship. Octavia walked away to get in her car.

"Clarke, you can't seriously think I'd-"

"Bellamy, you need to move. You need to get out of this fucking town where you'll never amount to anything. Seriously, you're smart, go to college or something. Do something more than stay stuck in a shitty town because you made a mistake."

His entire body deflates at her words, "Clarke..."

It's some kind of plea, but there are no more words.

"Get out skank!" Octavia yells from where she's braked by the curb. Even she winces at her choice of words.

"Clarke..." He pleads again.

"Bye Bell," She gives him a quick kiss on the cheek before getting in her car and driving back to her place.

Well, first a quick stop at Baskin Robins then her place. When she gets there her mom's car is in the driveway.

She walks in to find Raven and Melanie trapped on the couch while her mother lectures them on none other than teen pregnancy.

"I kid you not, there was a girl, no older than fifteen, in labor in the waiting room right before I left. I swear, they keep getting younger and younger," Seventeen young enough for you mom? She asks in her head. "Oh, Clarke, just the person I was looking for."

"Why...?" Skeptical of her mother immediately.

"Well, I- Wait, what on God's green Earth are you wearing?" She pauses to look down at herself finding that she has no bra on and was still in her tiny pajamas.

"Oh, uh pajamas?"

"Yes, but why the hell did you go out of the house in them? You know what, never mind. I know why and it's exactly why I was looking for you."

She winces, automatically knowing this has to have something to do with Dax.

"Oh?"

"Some boy came in with a broken nose a few minutes before my shift ended. Know anything about that?" Her eyebrows arched in a way that let Clarke know she already had the answer.

"No, that's crazy. I can't believe that happened right before you had to leave. Absolutely insane..."

"Nice try. I do believe he said something about a 'crazy blonde bitch with her boyfriend pulling a knife on him'. Now, shall we try again? Know anything about that?"

"No?" She tried, scratching the back of her neck. The eyebrows raised, eyes narrowed, mouth pursed. Clarke let out a sigh. "Mel, Rae, go up to my room, I'll be up in a few."

"On it." Both ran up the stairs, best they could, to escape the situation.

"Alright, I had a very fair reason for doing it."

"Is that right?"

"He beats the shit out of his girlfriend and basically keeps her prisoner."

"Oh yeah? Where's your proof?" God Clarke didn't want to do it, she didn't want to drag her friend into this, but she had to.

"Upstairs, sitting on my bed."

Her mother dropped her arms that had come to cross in front of her chest. "What."

"Mel. You might've noticed the split lip and bruised face?" She already knew that Abby had noticed no such thing, too focused on herself and her own stories.

"Why didn't she-" get help. That was how her mother wanted to finish the sentence, but she didn't.

"She did. By coming here. I just took it into my own hands when things got too out of hand."

"And you thought pulling a knife on him and breaking his nose wasn't 'out of hand'?" An incredulous look crossed Abby's face.

"He did slap me, push me against a wall and call me a bitch." She offered like it was a fair argument.

"That gave you no right-" She decided that fuck it, today is a disappointing-the-people-who-love-me kind of day.

"Also I'm pregnant and I'm not completely sure who the father is." That left her mother speechless with her eyes bugging out of her head.

Clarke took the lull as a chance to escape. She ran upstairs and locked the door, grabbing her huge duffle bag and beginning to pack.

"I take this to mean I'm getting two new residents at Casa Dé Reyes?" Raven asked, starting to help pack.

"Yeah." Clarke agreed, not bothering to even try arguing. She knew they had both already heard the entire conversation.