I finished this last night but I didn't want to post two chapters in one day so here it is today. It's kinda short though sorry.
"How was last night?" Bellamy asked Clarke the following morning after she brought him breakfast.
"It was fun," Clarke smiled. "Raven cheered me up."
"Glad to hear it. I wouldn't worry about what people in this town say. They don't have anything better to do than gossip about each other," Bellamy assured her.
"I know that now," Clarke grimaced. "Aren't you picking today?" she asked.
"I'll join the others later. Someone's coming to look at the car this morning," he told her. He began scoffing down his breakfast and Clarke failed at hiding her grin at his terrible table manners.
"What?" he said with his mouth full.
"Nothing," she chuckled, heading back into the kitchen. Lincoln walked in and sat at the counter on a stool.
"Good morning, Lincoln, what can I get you?" she asked.
"I can get my own breakfast, it's all good. I'll just wait until you're done in here," Lincoln told her.
"Lincoln, it's literally my job. Now, what do you want?" she asked.
"Uhh, toast please," he replied. Clarke set to work making his breakfast as Bellamy walked into the kitchen with his empty plate.
"You didn't have to do that, I could have come and got it," Clarke scolded him light heartedly as she took the plate from him. Bellamy just smiled at her.
"Lincoln," Bellamy turned to the man, "I need you to mow the lawns today."
"Not a problem," Lincoln nodded. He glanced up as Octavia waltzed into the kitchen in her pyjamas.
"Kitchen party?" she grinned, brushing against Lincoln as she passed, taking the stool next to him. Lincoln smiled at her and inclined his body towards her, though Clarke wasn't sure if it was conscious or not. Bellamy frowned at the pair. Clarke handed Lincoln his toast and got to work on Octavia's usual scrambled eggs.
"Join me in the dining room?" Octavia said to Lincoln sweetly. Lincoln picked up his plate of toast and followed Octavia out of the kitchen. Clarke glanced at Bellamy to see him frowning, his arms folded tensely over his chest.
"Bellamy…" Clarke started, about to tell him to leave them alone.
"I specifically asked both of them to stay away from each other," he scowled.
"He seems like a good guy," Clarke said.
"It doesn't matter. He's ten years older than her, and I don't trust them together. She'll end up pregnant at eighteen like our mother. She's too young," he said it angrily, but Clarke could tell he was just worried.
"Eighteen isn't that young," Clarke pointed out. "And you can't protect her forever."
"I can try," Bellamy snorted. "Will you watch out for them for me? Tell me if anything untoward happens," Bellamy instructed.
"Alright," Clarke agreed dubiously. She wasn't exactly comfortable relating all Octavia's movements to Bellamy but she didn't feel like she had much choice but to agree.
"Clarke, I need you to do me a favour," Bellamy interrupted Clarke while she was making Octavia's bed.
"Yes?" she replied absentmindedly, continuing to make the bed.
"I need you to drive me to the accountant since I sold my car yesterday," he said.
"Are both Octavia and Lincoln busy?" Clarke wondered.
"Oh, uhh, I can ask one of them if you want," he said, taken aback.
"No, it's okay, I can take you," she finished with Octavia's bed and turned to him. "Let's go."
"You don't have to stick around, I can get a lift home," Bellamy told her once she'd dropped him off.
"Okay, I'll see you later," she waved and drove back to the Blake house.
As Clarke went back to cleaning she briefly wondered where Octavia was as she hadn't seen the girl all morning. Her bed had been slept in though, so that should put Bellamy's mind at rest. She was vacuuming the lounge when she realised she hadn't cleaned Lincoln's room yet. She remembered her first day when Bellamy had told her to do the bedrooms first, so she turned off the vacuum and headed to Lincoln's room, just as she heard a car pulling up to the front of the house, signifying Bellamy's return.
She knocked on the door and there was no reply so she went inside, closing the door behind her and walking over to the bed, only to find a naked and sleeping Octavia lying in it.
"Oh my god, Octavia!" Clarke practically shrieked and the girl opened her eyes drowsily.
"Clarke? What the fuck are you doing in here?" Octavia barked angrily.
"Cleaning! Where's Lincoln?" Clarke asked.
"He went to get more condoms from my room," Octavia replied, rolling her eyes. "What's it to you?"
"Your brother…" she started, just as she heard voices down the hall.
"Lincoln? Why are you naked?" Bellamy's voice came.
"Shit," Octavia swore under her breath.
"Are those condoms?" Clarke could tell Bellamy was getting angry. "Where's Octavia?"
"Bellamy-," Lincoln started but Bellamy cut him off.
"Have you been screwing my sister?" Bellamy bellowed, the thud of his footsteps coming towards Lincoln's room. "Octavia!"
"Help!" Octavia mouthed at Clarke.
"Fuck," Clarke swore. "Quickly, hide!" she urged Octavia, kicking her shoes off.
"What are you doing?" Octavia stared as Clarke pulled off her pants and started unbuttoning her top.
"I'm doing you a massive so favour so hurry up and hide before Bellamy comes in!" Clarke hissed.
"Bellamy, wait-," Lincoln pleaded again. Octavia's eyes widened and she dove under the bed just as Bellamy threw the door open. Clarke did her best to look surprised as Bellamy burst in, his expression immediately turning from one of rage to one of total shock.
"Clarke," he choked out. His gaze travelled over her body and it occurred to Clarke then that she was standing there in her underwear. She was pretty sure the blush that followed went all the way down to her toes, she was that embarrassed. Bellamy politely averted his eyes, looking at the ground instead of at her.
"I'm sorry, I thought-," he cut himself off.
"It's fine,' Clarke grimaced. Lincoln poked his head in the door.
"Sorry, Lincoln," Bellamy apologised.
"Uhh, it's okay," Lincoln replied, giving Clarke a look of confusion. "Do you mind though? I'm still naked."
"Right! Sorry," Bellamy coughed and made for the hallway, shooting Clarke one last troubled glance over his shoulder as he left. Lincoln closed the door behind him.
"Thanks for that," he said gratefully.
"Yeah um, could you put some clothes on before we have this conversation?" Clarke said, looking at the ceiling. Lincoln quickly dressed as Clarke pulled on her own clothes and Octavia crawled out from under the bed.
"Clarke," Octavia said, putting her underwear back on, "thank you so much. We seriously owe you."
"You bet your ass you do. Not only did I break my promise to your brother to let him know what you two were up to, he's also now seen me in my underwear, so there's that," Clarke scowled.
"You know, you didn't really need to get undressed. Just being in here would have been enough," Octavia pointed out.
"It would have looked suspicious if Lincoln was naked and I was fully dressed," Clarke defended.
"If you say so. And hey, If it makes you feel any better, I think he was impressed," Octavia smirked.
"Will you two get out so I can clean this room?" Clarke huffed, pushing the two of them out the door. "Go make up your alibi."
Clarke's heart was still pounding as she pushed a cackling Octavia out the door. It must have been from the adrenalin of having to make up such a huge lie. She sat down on the bed for a second and put her head in her hands, wondering how she was going to be able to look Bellamy in the eye from now on.
