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Chapter 4

When the girls got to the bar, it was already full. They fought their way to the group's usual booth where they were greeted by Monty and Jasper.

"Hello, ladies. Looking sharp tonight." Miller said behind them. "If I was into girls, I might even hit on one of you." Clarke's smile wavered and Raven jabbed her elbow into her ribs. Miller sat next to Monty, handing him on of the beers he was carrying.

"Miller's gay?" Clarke whispered to Raven as they walked to the bar.

"Do you have a problem with that?" She questioned.

"No! It's just... He doesn't look like it."

"Not all gay people go around throwing glitter." Raven explained with a smile.

"I know. I wasn't expecting it, that's all." Clarke didn't have problem with gay people and she liked Miller, but could understand why he wouldn't go around announcing it to the world. They lived in a small town where prejudice was still a thing. It was not the kind of place where everyone knew everyone, but where being different was still frowned upon.

"Hey, Blake!" Clarke's head snapped up at Raven's greeting. Bellamy was working behind the bar and he gave two beers to a man before moving towards them.

Clarke felt her heart skip a beat. Tonight she had learned that the older Blake was more than a pretty face and she didn't know how she should act in front of him. Until a few hours ago, Bellamy was just an asshole that went out of his way to annoy her, but now she knew there is something deeper inside of him.

"Hey girls. Can I help you?"

"I didn't know you were on duty tonight." Raven said with a smirk.

"Only until Wick gets here. My shift ends in an hour."

"Pity. I was hoping you would be our slave." Bellamy rolled his eyes at her.

"Though luck, Reyes. What are you having?"

"A rum and coke for me and a beer for your sister." The older Blake nodded and turned to Clarke.

"How about you, Griffin?" Realizing that she was still staring, the girl shook her head.

"I..." What was she suppose to drink? She never really had alcohol besides the occasional beer and champagne. Raven pinched her on the hip and Clarke had to hold down a a squeak. "Why don't you surprise me?" She said with her best smile. Bellamy looked stunned at her for a second but turned to get their order.

"Smooth, Griffin." Raven commented next to her and Clarke turned to her friend with an angry expression.

"What the hell, Raven?"

"What did I do?" Clarke threw her hand is the air exasperatedly.

"Really?" The other girl laughed.

"C'mon, Clarke! It'll be fun!" Clarke rolled her eyes.

"For you and Octavia maybe. I don't find this funny at all and I'm sure Bellamy won't appreciate it either." Raven waved her off, but leaned over.

"Take off your jacket." She whispered and Clarke opened her mouth to protest, but Raven just tugged the hem of her jacket. The blonde girl obeyed with questioning.

"Here you go." Clarke turned to see Bellamy placing their drinks on the counter. He then proceeded to look surprised at Clarke. "You look different." The girl blushed and Raven smirked

"You know Clarke is single and ready to mingle. She is just showing off the merchandise." Raven quickly snatched hers and Octavia's drink. "Thank you, Bellamy. See you later." And disappeared into to the crowd.

Clarke watched her friend's retreating back, before turning to Bellamy. She was surprised to find him staring at her dumbfounded.

"Well, thank you." She mumbled and went to her purse, taking out some money to pay for the drinks. He accepted it, but kept looking at her. Clarke blushed and grabbed her glass. "I'll see you later."

"Are you going to try it?" Clarke looked at him confused. He made a motion to the glass in her hand.

"The drink. You asked me to surprise you." Clarke took the glass to her nose and sniffed. Bellamy chuckled. "I'm not going to poison you." Bellamy assured. Taking a leap of faith, Clarke took a sip and was pleasantly surprised to find out that it was sweet and that she could barely taste the alcohol.

"Oh, it's great. What is it?" Bellamy shrugged with a smile.

"It's a secret, princess." He moved to go back to work, but Clarke called him back.

"Hey, Blake. Just don't forget, after the third song, you're buying." She winked at him and turned, trying to find her friends.


Clarke, Octavia and Raven found themselves on the front row, jumping like crazy and singing along the band, despite the fact that Clarke didn't know any of the lyrics. She had been surprised to find out that she actually liked them. The Grounder's music was not her usual style, but she was enjoying herself too much to even care. Miller, Monty and Jasper soon joined them and Jasper started taking pictures with his phone.

Eventually, Clarke drifted from the group trying to find the bathroom. Due to the increasing crowd, the air was starting to feel a little stifled and the smoke, from Raven's and Miller's cigarettes, was not helping. She collided with a body and mumbled an apology. As she tried to walk away, a hand grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

"You don't need to run away, hot stuff." Clarke faced the man, who was taller, stronger and obviously older than her. His breath reeked of alcohol and he was undressing her with his cold brown eyes. She considered screaming, but her voice had disappeared. She had told her friends she was going to the bathroom, so no one would look for her for a while.

"I'm guessing you'll need that hand tonight. Won't you?" A voice said and they both turned. Bellamy was a couple meters away, holding a glass in one hand and a beer on the other, looking at them with an angry expression.

"I'm sorry, Bellamy. I didn't know -!" The man immediately dropped her arm and held his hands up.

"What you don't know could fill a bookcase, Pike." Bellamy stated and handed him his beer. "Why don't you go drink that to the other side of the bar? You know, away from the underaged girls." Pike nodded, accepting the beer and quickly disappeared. Clarke turned to thank him, but was greeted by his exasperated expression.

"Why I'm always saving you?" He questioned and she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"I was handling it." Bellamy chuckled.

"Clearly." He stated, grabbing her arm and trying to analise it under the dim light. His touch was soft and warm and her skin prickled under it. "I don't think it's going to bruise, but you should put it on ice when we get home." He let go off her arm and they stared at each other for a while.

Realizing that they were standing in the middle of the bar, surrounded by a jumping and drunk crowd, Bellamy cleared his throat. "Here. It's long over due. They're in their- What? Seventh song?" Clarke accepted the glass he offered.

"Eighth, actually." He gave her a small smile and made a motioned towards the stage.

"Let's got. I bet Raven and O miss you." Clarke started walking where she had come from, her bathroom break long forgotten. Bellamy's hand found its place on her lower back, guiding her through the crowd, and Clarke blushed. He didn't look like a very tactile person, but today he had already touched her twice. She let out a sight and had to stop herself from melting into him.

"Clarke!" Jasper screamed as soon as they reached them. Bellamy immediately let go her and Clarke found herself missing his touch. "Clarke, Clarke, listen!" Jasper hugged her and Clarke looked scared at Octavia, who was doubled up in laughter. "You can't leave again. I love you. You're the best."

Realizing how drunk - and high - he was, Clarke patted his back. "Don't worry, Jasper. I'm not going anywhere." He pulled away and squishing her cheeks.

"Great! Because - Oh, your skin is so soft." Octavia and Raven were now supporting each other, laughing like maniacs, while Monty recorded the whole think and Miller watched in shock.

"Ok! That's enough, Jasper." Bellamy commanded, pulling Clarke out of his hands and next to him. Jasper squinted his eyes for a minute, before letting out a happy squeal.

"OH MY - You're jealous! Big and strong Bellamy Blake is jealous that I'm touching small and sweet Clarke." Bellamy rolled his eyes, but didn't let go of Clarke.

"Dude, you're going to get punched." Monty warned while recording an excited Jasper.

"Bellamy and Clarke sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Clarke searched for Octavia's gaze in panic, who took pity on her and decided to stop the singing boy.

"Hey Jasper. Dance with me?" She asked and that caught his attention. He quickly forgot about Bellamy and Clarke and ran to the girl, grabbing her hand and making her swirl.

"I'm sorry." Bellamy said in her ear. She half turned to him with a questioning look. "Jasper doesn't have a filter."

"It's ok. I know you wouldn't - you know." Clarke moved her hands between them, blushing. Bellamy smirked.

"You do look breathtaking tonight." He confessed, making her stare at him. "Enjoy your drink, Clarke." It was the first time he ever called her by her first name. The way it rolled out his tongue made her knees go weak and her heart flutter.

Suddenly, Murphy appeared and waved at Bellamy. Clarke could have sworn she heard him sigh in disappointment, but nonetheless he gave her hip a gentle squeeze and left.


"Are you sure you can take her home?" Sinclair asked, looking concerned to his drunk niece.

"It's not problem. I'll drop her at your place on my way home." Murphy promised, holding Raven who was now half asleep.

"Just... Keep your hand to yourself, young boy." The bar owner warned and Murphy laughed.

"I can't promise to behave if she begs." Raven seemed to perk up at his words.

"In your dreams, you idiot." Pushing Murphy away, she tried to walk, but only took two steps before she almost fell face first on the side walk. He grabbed her by the waist and chuckled.

"You're going in the wrong direction, silly little bird."

"Just take me home, asshole." With a wave goodbye, Murphy started carrying Raven home while Sinclair looked worried at their retreating figures.

Bellamy gave up on Jasper to whom he was trying to put his jacket on and looked over at his boss. "Are you sure you don't need my help to clean off?"

Sinclair shook his head. "Thank you, Bellamy. Just go get some rest. You pulled a double today. I'll see you Monday." He said his goodbyes and entered the bar again.

"Fine. Just freeze, you drunk idiot!" Monty finally gave up on convincing Jasper to dress his jacket. Bellamy sighted and went to his sister.

Octavia was leaning against Clarke, clearly too wasted to walk alone, but still wide awake. "Do you want a piggy ride, O?"

"Yes!" Bellamy and Clarke exchanged an amused glance and he turned, allowing his sister to jump on his back.

"Let's just go home, Jasper." Monty said, pulling his friend.

On the walk to their neighborhood, Jasper kept running in front of them, singing on top of his lungs and clapping at himself. After a while, Monty just gave up on trying to make him be quiet and fell into pace with Clarke. Octavia was almost asleep with her cheek against Bellamy shoulder, who was carrying her like she weighted almost nothing.

When they reached the Blake's house, Bellamy turned to Clarke. "Can you take her inside, please? I'm going to help Monty with Jasper." Clarke smiled.

"Sure. I'll tuck her in." Carefully, he put his sister down and Clarke held her friend. "Good luck." Bellamy groaned and ran after Jasper, who had finally realized they were taking him home. "Let's go, Octavia." Her friend mumbled something in disagreement, but moved when Clarke pulled her.

When they reached the bedroom, Octavia let herself fall into the bed. The blonde girl sighted dropping their purses on the desk and started taking off Octavia's boots.

"Can I tell you something?" She asked in a drunken tone. Clarke giggled.

"Sure, O." Fighting to get up, Octavia looked at her friend and whispered.

"I think my brother has a crush on you." Blushing, Clarke decided that her friend could sleep in her jeans and went to her bag to change. "You guys make the cutest couple." Octavia said, trying to find a comfortable position. "I always wanted a sister, you know?" Soon, her snores were filling the room and Clarke let out a shaky breath.

Changing into her pajamas, Clarke though about the night she just had. Bellamy had kept his promise and brought her a few drinks, even if she hadn't asked for them. They had danced and laughed together. He even took a few pictures with the group without complaining, what, according to Raven, was a rare thing.

She had fun with them. Something she didn't have in a long time. Even Murphy, who kept his distance since the beginning, had smiled at her. They didn't care about appearances or if anyone saw them making fools of themselves. They just enjoyed life at the fullest and Clarke decided that she liked that.

For her whole life, there was someone telling her how she should behave. Her mother, her teachers, Gina, Finn... Everyone expected her to be a perfect princess, but Clarke never wanted to be a princess. She had good grades because she wanted to. She behave right in class because she wanted to. But she had something inside of her begging to be let free. She never knew what it was. The only thing she knew was that she wanted to be her. The real Clarke, not the others expected her to be.

Looking over to the sleeping girl on the bed, Clarke decided that her friend wouldn't mind if she went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

As she entered the kitchen, Clarke let out a surprised yelp.

Bellamy was standing there wearing only sweatpants. She tried not to stare at his bare chest, but it was almost impossible to not look at his hard abs and his V line where his pants hang low. Blushing, Clarke tried to look at his face, who was also gazing over he exposed tights. She cursed herself for wearing the smallest short she owned and coughed to catch his attention.

Realizing he had been caught ogling, Bellamy quickly adverted his gaze and scratched the back of his head.

"You were fast." She commented, trying to break the tension. He looked at her confused, before shaking his head and smiling.

"Jasper was being too loud, so Mrs Jordan came outside and I ran from my life. If she saw me, she would've killed me on the spot for letting him get drunk." Clarke laughed and, after a moment, he joined her.

"I'm sorry. It's just, I know Mrs Jordan from the flower shop and she is so tiny. How can a big guy like you be afraid of her?"

"Oh, you would too, if grew up with us. She used to give us the biggest lectures and ground us. Even the ones that weren't her children." Clarke laughed harder trying to imagine a younger Bellamy being chastised by the small woman. "You laugh now, but if you ever find herself being her target, you'll understand."

"Let's hope not." Clarke said, trying to hold back her laughs. They stared at each other for a while before she cleared throat and motioned to the kitchen sink. "I was just coming to get a glass of water."

Bellamy jumped slightly and moved away. "Oh, sure. Did O told were the glasses were?"

"Yes." Clarke went to get a class from the cupboard and filled it with water. They stayed silent while Clarke drank.

"So, did you have fun today?" He asked.

"I had a blast. You guys are the best." She confessed, blushing a little. Bellamy chuckled.

"You're pretty cool yourself." Clarke gave him a smile and then turned her gaze to a picture of him and Octavia that was tapped to the fridge's door.

It had been taken when they were children. They were both barefoot, they feet and legs covered with mud and grinning widely. Octavia was on Bellamy's back, just like she had been today and he was holding a water pistol on his free hand.

"That was a fun day." He mumbled when noticed her gaze.

"Who took the picture?" She asked in a whisper.

"Our neighbor, Indra." Clarke nodded. They kept staring at the picture for a while, before Bellamy sighted and turned to her. "Octavia told you, didn't she?"

There was no anger in his voice, just resignation. Clarke looked at him and noticed, for the first time, the tired lines around his eyes. Bellamy had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"She is really proud of you, Bellamy."

"She shouldn't." Clarke quirked an eyebrow.

"Of course she should!"

"My sister, my responsibility." He declared looking away. She was taken aback by is words. They sounded like a mantra, one that she was sure he had told himself for years and years.

"Bellamy." She tried to catch his attention, but he refused to meet her gaze. "You were a child. You had no responsibility except the one of being a kid. You chose to take care of your sister. That's something most people wouldn't be brave enough to do. Be proud of what you did. There is no reason to be ashamed and to hide behind a duty that wasn't there."

Bellamy finally lifted his head and his brown eyes fearful and full of pain. Suddenly, all years of abuse and neglect were pretty clear to Clarke and she began to loathe their mother. How could someone bring two innocent children to the world just to abandon them to their luck? How could a young boy take care of his even younger sister and be expect to be normal? Bellamy Blake could never be normal, because he was meant to extraordinary. And she would tell him that someday.

A huge need to hug him took over her and Clarke lunged forward, putting her arms on his shoulders and pulling him down, pressing their bodies together. She was aware of his strong and perfectly sculptured body against hers and his hot breath on her skin, but none of that mattered in the moment. Clarke just wanted the older Blake sibling to know that he could share his pain with her and she would help him carry the burden.

"I'm here, Bellamy. I'm not going anywhere." His tensed shoulders finally relaxed under her touch and, with a sight, he hugged Clarke placing his hands on her back and letting his head rest against her neck.

They stayed like that for a few minutes with online the beat of their heart filling the silence. His smell and warmth felt familiar to her and the blonde girl wondered how could she feel so safe and carefree near a guy who, just a few hours ago, she considered a douchebag.

After a while, Bellamy pulled back, just enough to look into her blue eyes, his hands now resting on her waist. "I'm glad my sister helped with that night." He whispered making her smile. "And I'm glad you're here." They stayed in each others arms for a while, his thumbs gently stroking her skin and his eyes gazing at her lips. Feeling self conscious, Clarke blushed and cleared her throat.

"I should go to bed." She said, breaking the moment. Bellamy let his hands drop and nodded.

"Me too. It was a long day."

They exited the kitchen, Bellamy walking quietly pass her to his room on the end of the hall. Before he could open the door, Clarke called him. "Bellamy."

He turned, his hand on the doorknob and a confused look. She gave him a small smile. "I'm glad Octavia helped me that night." Bellamy smiled back at her. To outsiders it probably meant nothing, but to them it meant so much more. Somehow, that night, they evolved from strangers to friends and Clarke liked that idea. Octavia had become such an important part of her daily life that Clarke wanted to have a good relationship with her family. But now, she had formed a bond with Bellamy and felt a pull towards him.

Before she could do something stupid, like jump on his arms and kiss his perfectly shaped lips, forgetting her compromise to herself to not dating for while, Clarke entered Octavia's room and closed the door behind her.


Clarke got home after having lunch with Bellamy and Octavia. She found out that he was a great cooker, but he had been taking care of himself and his baby sister for a while now so that should be of no surprise. They made fun of Octavia's hungover and she complained about helping them become friends. The duo exchanged a meaningful glance, but kept quiet about their late night hug.

Eventually, Clarke had to leave. Octavia hugged her and told her to came by anytime she felt like it, but Clarke's eyes searched for Bellamy, who gave her a reassuring smile.

Her mom was in the living room reading a book and looked up when she entered.

"Hey baby girl. Did you have fun?"

"Hi mom. Yes, a lot! Octavia is the best and her brother is nice." That was not the word Clarke used to describe Bellamy in her head, but for Abby was enough.

"You should invite your new friends over for dinner sometime. I would love to meet them." The blonde girl hesitated, imagining her mom's face upon meeting Murphy or even Bellamy. She loved Abby with all her heart, but her mother had a biased view on society.

"Maybe I'll ask Octavia or Raven for a sleepover soon." She compromised. Abby smiled approvingly. "I'm going to my room. I'll see you later." Before her mother suggest another dinner party, Clarke sprinted to her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

She jumped on the bed and decided to check her phone. She had been avoiding social media since Finn cheated on her, but now it was time to finally find out what was going on online.

Quickly changing her facebook status to single, Clarke decided against blocking Finn and Gina - You never know you'll need to snoop - and moved on to Instagram. She had five new follower requests and was please to see that they were from Raven, Monty, Miller, Jasper and - surprise, surprise - Murphy. The girl accepted them all and followed them back. Then, she searched for Octavia, who was already on her followers list, and also sent her a request.

Clarke placed her phone next to her on the back and grabbed the TV remote. Some Netflix was in order and she decided to start watching Versailles. Her history teacher had mentioned it to her and she had nothing better to do.

All of a sudden, her phone started vibrating like crazy and Clarke went to check her notifications. They had accepted her requests and Raven was now on a bender. She was liking and commenting her pictures, especially the old ones where she was with Finn and Gina. Giggling, Clarke deleted all of them and them sent a private DM to her friend.

Thanks for reminding me to take out the trash.

While waiting for Raven to reply, she got a new notification. Bellamy Blake wanted to follow her. Taking a deep breath, Clarke accepted his request and sent him one back.

Raven replied, but Clarke was too busy reminding how to breath to even acknowledge that. When it appeared on her screen that Bellamy had accepted her on his followers list, quickly followed by a tag on a picture, she let out a squeak and almost drop her phone. Trying to calm herself down, Clarke opened the picture.

It was a selfie that Jasper took the night before. Bellamy, Murphy and Miller were standing in the back making a serious face; Clarke, Raven and Octavia were hugging in front of them with Monty peeking behind Clarke; and Jasper's face closer to the camera grinning wildly.

Fun night with the family. She read the caption three times. Family. Bellamy already considered her part of their group and she couldn't stop smiling.

Clarke liked the picture and, taking a deep breath, she decided to comment. The best followed by a heart. Then, she went to her own instagram and uploaded a picture that was taken with her phone.

Murphy was trying to grab Raven, who was - unsuccessfully - trying to push him away; Monty and Jasper were hugging with Miller next to them pouting and Bellamy had his arms around her and Octavia.

Nigh out with this crazy crew. She tagged everyone and waited anxiously for new notifications. Then, her phone started to vibrate again.

Jasper was the first to comment - My new favorite girl - followed by angry replies from Raven and Octavia. Then Miller and Monty joined the argument, calling Jasper a traitor. Murphy kept posting a fire emoji, which added nothing to the conversation, but was bothering Raven. Finally, Bellamy posted a heart emoji, grabbing the others attention who decided to stop roasting Jasper to tease the older Blake.

Giggling, Clarke lay down on the pillows and enjoyed the group's playful banter.


"So, Bellamy had feeling for you."

"No, we were just friends."

"Octavia said he had a crush on you."

"O was drunk."

"But you had a crush on him." Clarke rolled her eyes at the detective's words.

"Have you seen Bellamy? He's all that and he has this all good guy on a wolf skin thing going. Of course I had a crush on him."

"Yes, he was very good looking." Once again, the way Anya talked about Bellamy in the past made her uncomfortable.

"Is he dead?" Clarke asked bluntly.

"Who?" This detective was getting on her nerves.

"Bellamy." Anya looked at her for a while.

"I think you should finish your story, Clarke. It's not fair that I spoil the ending."

"I'm not talking anymore until you tell me what if Bell is alive or dead, detective." The detective started to gather her papers. "What are you doing?"

"If you don't talk, there is no need for me to be here." Clarke stared at her dumbfounded. She knew that she could be held for questioning for at least a few more hours and that no one would tell her how was Bellamy before she told them what she knew. Sighting in defeat, Clarke called after detective Anya.

"I'll tell you the rest." Smiling, the woman sat back on her chair.

"Great."

"Where was I?"


Hi there nerds,

I hope you love this HUGE chapter. A lot of Bellarke for you guys!

Are you liking this story so far? I'm not gonna, I'm feeling quite down with the lack of reviews.

I don't know when I'm posting the next chapter, but I hope to do it soon.

Love,

Jane