A/N: Okay, so I have no excuse for not updating, but I was in the moving process.
I'm writing this in my bro's truck but I probably won't be able to post it until our wifi is set up. Which I guess would be whenever y'all actually read this. Well, I hope you like it! Talk to y'all later!
Clarke POV
Octavia had done a very good job spending my mother's money, but I'd deal with that later. Octavia bought herself a black dress that would definitely be approved by Lincoln. Bellamy most likely wouldn't, but he would approve of mine. I made sure to get the Octavia guarantee that I would make Bellamy speechless.
I looked at the time. At that exact moment, Octavia came running in, "We have only two hours to get ready," she nearly screeched. "Get in that shower, now!"
I laugh and oblige to as she's commanded. After we are both showered and hair dried, Octavia gets started on me. Octavia does a very dark eye shadow with tints of red. She gives me a bright red lipstick. She pulls my hair into a stylish messy up do, leaving a curl on either side of my face. I slip into my dress and put on Octavia's black ankle boots. Once Octavia gives me the final check, she begins working on herself.
She does a smoky eye look with a soft pink lip stick to soften her appearance, because of her dark features and dress. She boots on her black heel boots and looks at herself in the mirror. She looks amazing. Her dress had a heart shaped neck line, with lace that went up to her neck and goes to her shoulders. On her back, the lace goes pretty far down, but she looks great.
I look at my dress one more time, before hearing Bellamy yell, "Come on girls. We're going to be late to meet Lincoln." That makes Octavia start running towards the stairs. I grab my purse and start walking towards the stairs. "Come on, Princess! We can't wait all night," I hear Bellamy yell. That it, I think to myself. Make him wait.
"I'm coming," I yell as I smile into the mirror at the top of the stairs. I then begin my steady descend down the stairs.
Bellamy POV
I start tapping my foot and yell, "Come on, Princess! We can't wait all night!" I look at Octavia and she has the Blake smirk on her face. What the hell is she up to, I ask myself. Before I have the chance to ask out loud, I heard Clarke yell, "I'm coming!" Finally.
I open my mouth to give her a snarky remark, but my mouth just hangs there. Clarke looks so beautiful. She has her beautiful hair pulled back with two curls framing her perfect face. She's wearing some make up, but thankfully Octavia didn't cover Clarke's natural beauty. But her dress, Oh God, the dress. Her dress has black lace that covers her arms and her upper chest, besides her cleavage, and the rest of her dress is the same beautiful red that complements her full lips. That dress clings to every one of Clarke's perfect curves and ends just above her mid-thigh. She had reached the bottom of the stairs when I realized my mouth was still open. I quickly closed it with an embarrassing loud pop of my lips. To add to my embarrassment, I could feel the blood rising to my cheeks as she checked me out.
She started with my face, smiling at my embarrassment. I watched her eyes travel down my chest and stare at my plain white shirt and leather jacket. Then her eyes went further south. They stayed a little long at the tightness of my jeans. That made her cheeks turn red and a wicked grin appear on my face. She quickly met my gaze and shifted from an embarrassing flush to a cocky grin.
"Well," Octavia says with a loud clap of her hands. "As fun as this is, we could go have some real fun at Ton DC with some of our friends."
"R-right," I barely choke out. I clutch my keys and head for the door. I hold it open as Octavia walks out confidently. Then Clarke walks by, I try not to stare at her ass, but I can't control myself. She turns around and gawks at how my eyes are a little far south.
"Excuse me," she says and smacks me on the arm as I shut the door. "That is not very gentlemen like, Mr. Blake."
"Never said I was a gentlemen, Princess," I say with a smirk.
Clarke opens her mouth to retort but Octavia beats her to it. "Come on! Let's get a move on!"
Clarke looks up at me, points an accusing finger, and struts off to the car. I chuckle under my breath and follow her. I open the door before she can and wait until, she huffs and gets in. I smile and get into the driver's seat. As we start driving to Raven's house, I realize Clarke is staring intently at the review mirror, at me. I look at her with the same intensity as I pull into Raven's driveway. We continue staring at each other until Octavia returns with Raven. I try to keep my eyes off those beautiful blue jewels until I pull into curbside parking outside of Ton DC.
I open Clarke's door and try to take in the view as she slowly gets out of the car. "Wow, Princess," I say. "You clean up good." She always look good.
"I could say the same for you, Bell," she says with an obvious once over.
"Well, let's get in there and show those people how hot we look," I say putting my hand on the small of her back.
She doesn't pull away from my guiding hand. She just looked up to me and asked, "Did Bellamy Blake just call me hot?"
"Yes I did, Princess," I say with a smile. "But if you recall, I also called myself hot. So do you want to go show our hot shit off?"
"Hell yes," she said taking my hand in hers and speed walking into the club.
Clarke POV
I don't know if it was the adrenaline or the way that Bellamy looked at me that gave me the courage to grab his hand and pull him to where our friends were. But I did it. I pull him laughing into our group. Octavia, Lincoln, Monty, Jasper, Maya, Raven, and Wick are all here. Monty's girlfriend, Amanda, was here too. I feel Bellamy's hand tense as he locks eyes with Lincoln. I notice that Bellamy takes a step forward, so I throw myself in front of him. My head colliding with his hard chest. He looks down at me with a face full of concern, confusion, and anger. I lean up and say, "You need to trust me and Octavia, even if you don't trust Lincoln yet." He nods and lets me pull him to the crowded dance floor.
Since this was a club, there was no such thing as personal space. I was immediately pressed against Bellamy just by people bumping into me and him. He then did something that took my breath away.
He pulled my back flat against his chest, locking our hands together in front of me, and begin moving my hips with his. I didn't know how to react, but when he stopped and looked at me with a face full of concern, I had to work to convince him that it was okay. He started saying, "I'm so sorry, Clarke. I just thought-"
I pull him against me again and lean my head on his shoulder and say in his ear, "It's okay. I was just wondering what took you so long."
I hear him laugh and we are back to dancing. I don't think I've smiled like this since my dad died, but I couldn't stop this crazy smile that was on my face. Bellamy and I didn't just grind on each other. He twirled me around and did an old fashion flip thing with my small frame. We danced until Octavia came by and tapped my shoulder.
I ask, breathlessly, "What's up, O?"
Octavia grabs my wrist, points at my watch, and says, "It's three o' clock in the morning, Clarke. We need to leave, our curfew was an hour ago.
"Shit," I say following Octavia out of Ton DC. I see that all of our friends have already left and I finally notice that the cub is almost empty. I feel Bellamy grab my hand before he whispers something to me.
"I'm really sorry, Princess," he sounds so sincere. "I couldn't have told you what my own name was while we were out there."
I smile and turn to see him smiling too. "Bellamy Blake, get in your car and take us home, please." I bat my eyes for affect. He nods, opens the door for me and finally takes his hand out of mine. Again, I find myself missing his big calloused hand.
A/N: So I hope y'all liked it! I don't know when my next post will be, today I got lucky and found free wifi!
Love y'all thanks for reading! I would however, love you even more if you review, but if you don't I still love you!
