Happy new chapter! Did you know I have no idea how many chapters there will be in this story? I can't be tamed, seriously.
Chapter 10
I Am the Hoper of Far-Flung Hopes
By caggiewrites
"Princess."
A soft voice, drifting out of nowhere. Clarke didn't know where it was coming from but it was familiar and warm and she reached out blindly for it.
"Try not to poke my eye out," Came a low chuckle, clearer now.
Clarke blearily opened one eye and squinted up at Bellamy, who was sitting on the other side of the bed, watching her with an amused expression. Suddenly painfully aware of her usual hair condition in the mornings, she pulled the duvet up to her nose and watched him reproachfully.
"You'll lose more than your eye if I find out it's before nine A.M.," She mumbled.
"The Princess is menacing in the mornings!" Bellamy pretended to look hurt, and Clarke managed to roll her eyes. "It is in fact nine fifteen, so," Bellamy grinned wickedly and Clarke was just able to frown at him before he pounced, rolling on top of her, letting his bodyweight rest on her snug form under the covers.
"Rise and shine!" Bellamy's breath on her face was already minty.
Clarke screeched in protest, "Oh my god, Bellamy! Get off, you're crushing me!" Clarke couldn't help but laugh even with a restricted chest as he just let his arms flop.
"Can't hear you, Princess," Bellamy said innocently.
Clarke pushed weakly at his dead weight, "You're killing me you great lump!" She wheezed.
Bellamy laughed but rolled off of her, lying to face her. Clarke tried to maintain a poker face, but failed miserably as he smugly smiled at her. Clarke snorted.
"What?" Bellamy asked.
"If somebody had told me three days ago I'd be woken up by you in my childhood bedroom with your own version of body slamming, I would have marched them to a psychiatrist," Clarke smiled.
Bellamy's eyes bored into hers fondly, but as usual, there was something deeper residing there. "It's good though, right?"
Clarke shoved him playfully, "Yeah, it's good."
Bellamy leaned forward but Clarke jerked back. As his eyes fell she pushed forwards again, "No, no, no! I just don't want you to kiss me with morning breath again."
Bellamy's lazy smile returned, "You'll find that your morning breath is the last thing on my mind."
He leaned forwards carefully again, and Clarke rolled her eyes but reciprocated, bringing her lips to his. It was a slow, unrushed kiss and their mouths moved together as though they did this every morning.
Clarke pulled away, "Well, I can't get it off my mind." Bellamy pouted and she wanted to take a moment to marvel in how he could shock her with being so cute. If you saw Bellamy Blake in the street, you seriously did not think 'cute'. It was hot or scary or nothing.
Clarke rolled out of bed and Bellamy sat up.
"When do we leave?" She asked him, going to the wardrobe.
"After breakfast," He replied. "I have work this afternoon. I'm sorry, I know it's a bit rushed."
Clarke shot him a look, "Don't apologise."
"Ever?" Bellamy raised an eyebrow and Clarke catapulted a hair tie at him.
"I'm surprised my mom let you wake me up. You're so old, after all," She said dramatically.
"Hey, don't sass your elders, Princess." Bellamy said airily.
"Creep."
"I do my best."
Clarke finished braiding her hair and gave Bellamy a pointed look as she grabbed her clothes from the drawer. He widened his eyes as if to say, What?
"I'm not going to let you watch me change, Bellamy," Clarke said dryly. "You haven't even taken me out on a date yet!"
Bellamy shrugged and got up to leave, but pinched her waist as he passed her and brought his mouth to her ear, voice light as a feather, "I look forward to the day I can stay in the room."
Clarke shivered, and watched after him half disbelieving, half mad desire. He winked and shut the door. Clarke slumped, blowing her hair out of her face. She was in trouble.
"Excuse you, Wick, what makes you think I need Bellamy's help with anything?" Clarke raised her eyebrows at the bartender.
Bellamy himself rolled his eyes at Wick, "The Princess needs no man's help, especially not mine."
"Okay, I never said specifically not yours," Clarke turned on him as he stacked some glasses on a nearby table.
Bellamy shrugged, "These are just the vibes I'm getting, Princess."
Clarke scoffed, "Oh, what do you know about my vibes?"
Wick snorted and Clarke rolled her eyes at him, "Nice."
The bar had been deserted for a good thirty minutes now, and as per their new routine, Clarke stayed to keep the boys company. She didn't know why she resented the idea that Bellamy thought she would never need him. They were only just tentative friends, but Clarke felt the need to let him know that she didn't brush him off. Her own mind unsettled her these days.
"Next time I need heavy things lifting, I'll be sure to give you a call, Blake," Clarke said dryly as though she was making fun of him again, and so that Wick wouldn't notice. But he looked up at her just as she hoped he would and gave him a small smile, just an upward turn of the corners of her mouth. The smirk returned to his lips, but Clarke had learned to find it more attractive than irritating. Usually. Somewhere along the line, she spent more time imagining what was beneath his shirt rather than whether she could stuff said shirt in his mouth to stop him making endless snarky comments. Clarke put it down to the fact that she her self-esteem had recently taken a blow and was therefore desperate.
Just then, the balancing act Bellamy was attempting took its toll and the top of two crates slid from his grip. Clarke shot off her stool instinctively, just catching the edge of the crate with one hand and steadying the empty glasses with the other.
Bellamy blew out a sigh of relief, pulling the crate Clarke was holding back on top of the other he was holding, "Thanks, Princess."
No sooner had he said it, the crate began to slide again and Clarke firmly took it from him. The accidental brush of their fingers meant she almost dropped it herself and their eyes darted towards one another and looked away again.
"It looks like if you do need any heavy things lifting, I'll need you to be there anyway," Bellamy broke the silence, shooting Clarke a lopsided grin.
Clarke began to laugh, a delicious sound that wasn't pretty but it was genuine, and Bellamy decided he loved it and couldn't help but join in. Clarke laughed with Bellamy as she followed him to the back but her constant nervous eyes meeting his said, "We'll do it together."
"Mom, the last thing Octavia and I need is more furniture," Clarke pleaded with her mother who had just accosted her with a lamp covered in seashells at the front door.
Clarke and Bellamy were preparing to head off, but Abby had decided to choose this moment to become an overly attached parent.
"Oh, come on, Clarke, this would look lovely in your room, it's just getting dusty in the basement! Besides," Abby cast a furtive glance at Bellamy. "You said Octavia broke her own lamp in 'an intense game of indoor hockey'?" Clarke snorted at the memory.
"Actually, it was Jasper who broke it, but true."
Bellamy took the lamp off of Clarke gently, and she looked over at him, perplexed. She was surprised to see that his face was soft as he looked at it, and realised that he was actually touched. Clarke thought about all the years of nobody being generous or kind to the Blake siblings, because nobody cared enough.
"Thank you, Mrs Griffin," Bellamy said, "for everything. I know this isn't the first time you've been kind like this to my sister."
Abby smiled warmly, looking at Clarke who nodded and smiled in return.
"For the last time, it's Abby!" She joked, "And it is my genuine pleasure."
Clarke seized the lamp and went to pack it in the car.
Abby didn't miss the way Bellamy watched her.
"Octavia is a lovely girl," She said to him. "I was relieved that Clarke had someone. She hasn't had someone in so long…" Bellamy smiled sadly. "Am I right to believe you raised Octavia?"
"Essentially." He shrugged.
"She is a brilliant reflection on you. You must be proud," Bellamy was struck by how much Abby really did seem to like Octavia and it was such a comfort to him.
"She is the best thing in my life," Bellamy spoke in a very matter-of-fact tone, as though it was obvious.
Just then, Clarke cried out, with her head in the trunk of Bellamy's car, "Bellamy! This stupid mini fridge is taking up so much room! Why is it even here?!"
Bellamy and Abby chuckled together.
"Well, one of them," Bellamy finished, and jogged over to Clarke.
Abby grinned, shaking her head a little at young romance. Well, almost young, he is twenty-three, said the mother instinct in her.
"Princess!" Bellamy reached Clarke, and she stood up, hands on hips.
"Why is Octavia's old mini fridge in here?" She asked.
He shrugged, "Nowhere else to put it."
Clarke rolled her eyes, "You could get rid of it. Now, help me shift it will you?"
Bellamy smirked at her. Clarke tried not to let herself react to the way he looked with his lips curved that way.
"What?" She snapped.
"We're lifting heavy things together," He said simply, raising his eyebrows at her.
Clarke's face attempted to remain unimpressed, but she cracked a smile at the memory.
"You're a hopeless romantic, Blake," Clarke informed him before leaning in the trunk to place her hands on the fridge.
Bellamy wondered if a hopeless romantic would check out her ass with her mother standing 10 feet away.
Clarke had fallen asleep on the car ride home, curled up sideways in the seat facing Bellamy. Her hair was a fluffy golden crown around her head, with strands falling into her face and being blown about by her steady breathing. It was fine until a strand of hair fell in front of her nose and breathing in meant a tickling sensation which almost made her wake up. Bellamy reached over and gently pushed the curl out of her face, fingers lingering over her cheek. His heart, supposedly made strong and cold by the things he'd faced in life, simply caught every time he looked at Clarke. Whether it was decked up in fancy dress or in sweats with her hair up, Bellamy felt like a school boy all over again. Only, school boys didn't know how to act on those feelings when they got the chance. He definitely would. Pushing her away hadn't worked, she had plagued him every day. He may as well be eighteen with all the experience he had in actual relationships. Clarke was the first thing in his life he allowed himself to want since his mother died.
Bellamy smiled fondly at the small curve of her sleeping lips. Though he couldn't deny there were plenty of things he wanted to do to Clarke if she let him, he would also be content to talk to her all day. To watch her work or watch the football on television (an activity she got very heated about, which he had discovered last night). The nickname 'Princess' had started out as a patronizing label, but he couldn't help realising that she truly was a Princess. Beautiful, kind and gracious.
Bellamy turned his eyes to the road.
Meanwhile, Clarke's eyes were fluttering open, but she stayed still as she took in Bellamy, her temple pressed to the seat's headrest. Though he unsettled her in every way possible and made her feel like her body was full of hundreds and thousands, she was thrilled he liked her. She couldn't comprehend it, but she believed him. At her mother's house, it was easy to be this way around one another, it's as though they were in a bubble. Clarke had worried last night when she went to bed of what might happen when they were back in 'reality'. She bit her lip. If he changed his mind once back home, it'd damage her more than she'd like to admit.
"Hey, Bellamy?" Clarke said.
"Morning, Princess. What's up?"
Clarke took a deep breath, wondering how she could word her sentence without sounding offensive, "Yesterday when Octavia called, I didn't tell her about us. I actually told her nothing happened."
He was confused, she saw it in the way a crease appeared in between his eyebrows, "Okay?"
"I think I want to keep it that way for a while," She said quickly.
"Not tell Octavia?"
"Not tell anyone."
He glanced over, attempting a smirk, "Embarrassed of me, Princess?"
"God, no!" Clarke sat up. "Terrified, maybe. Girls in my building would have my head out of jealousy if they knew." Bellamy snorted. "I just… I like this the way we are. Right now. We don't need anyone else's input, right? Not until we know that we're… you know."
Bellamy shifted in his seat, "Like a secret relationship?"
Clarke smiled despite herself, "That's what this is going to be, then? A relationship?"
Bellamy smirked at her, "A secret one."
"Are you mad?"
He sighed, "No. You could be right. Besides, it might be fun, passing secret notes in the hallways, sending you messages via Morse code."
Clarke ghosted her fingertips over his bicep, which tensed, making her want to laugh, "I understand if you want out though," She said shyly.
"Believe it or not, because of the way I acted these past months, but I want a chance with you, Princess. Do you want a chance with me?"
Clarke leaned over and kissed his shoulder, "Yes." She mumbled into his shirt.
"Then, I'm all in."
Clarke bit her lip, trying not to make her smile too wide.
Bellamy glanced over and groaned, "This means no lip biting in public! That drives me crazy."
Clarke bit her lip again, "Does it?"
Bellamy looked away from her determinedly, eyes on the road.
She grinned and looked out her own window, feeling lighter than she did before.
"What time do you think we'll be at the dorms?" Clarke asked. Her hair was decidedly windswept after the sun had come out and Bellamy had wound down all the windows to Clarke's glee, as she let her hands fly out and whooped.
"About a half hour," Bellamy replied.
"Excellent. We have time to go and see Lincoln then," Clarke said, with a smile fixed on her face.
Bellamy looked at her sharply, "Excuse me?"
"I know you know Octavia's terms, Bellamy! End this today, it's quite literally ridiculous."
"Princess…"
"I don't want to hear it. You'll go in there, give your apologies – which will consist of more than an undecipherable grunt whilst you stare at the floor flexing your fists – and then you can see your sister again."
Bellamy let out a huff, "This is insane, Princess, and I'll just hit him again. I want to just thinking about it!"
Clarke turned in her seat to face him properly, "But why? I get the older brother thing, sure, but this is over the line."
Bellamy hit the steering wheel with the palm of his hand, "You were right, okay? That night where it all went to hell, you said I hate him because I'm afraid he's like me. It's true! I like you, Clarke, but for a long time I didn't care what girls meant and I feel fucking awful about it just thinking of how I treated some of them. I know guys like Lincoln, they were guys like me. I can't let anybody ever treat Octavia like that."
Clarke swallowed at the implications of his history with girls. She knew that, anyway, no big deal.
"But Bellamy… you don't know him. He's not like past you. He's like you in this car. With me," Bellamy sighed, pain collected on his face. "I know Lincoln, alright? He hangs out with us sometimes, and he's cool, funny, and he always offers girls his chair. He pays for Octavia when they go out, makes her feel special. He's the real deal. If you can't trust him, try and trust me."
Bellamy flexed his fingers on the steering wheel, mulling things over in his head. Clarke reached over and took one hand, interlocking her small pale fingers with his calloused, tan ones. Clarke didn't make a habit out of holding boys hands, and she liked the way Bellamy's fit with her own.
"If you and I judged each other so harshly and refused to change our perceptions, we wouldn't be here right now."
Bellamy glanced over at Clarke, and his eyes were sad.
"Okay," He cleared his throat, facing the front once more. "What's his damn address?"
After a heated debate, it was opted that Clarke stay in the car. She claimed that she was needed to stop Bellamy from blowing it and start throwing punches again, to which Bellamy promised he'd keep it under control. He also argued that she'd arouse suspicion and make it seem like he was only there on her account which Clarke pointed out was true. Bellamy ignored this and got out of the car.
Ten minutes later, he reappeared looking vaguely pissed off.
"Well?" Pressed Clarke as he climbed in the car.
"I apologised and didn't hit him, then I left," Bellamy shrugged, not looking at her.
Clarke narrowed her eyes, "And?"
Bellamy glared at Clarke, before sighing, "And he's an alright guy, I suppose."
Clarke grinned wickedly, before dramatically flicking her hair over her shoulder, "I hope you get used to me being right, Blake."
It was Bellamy's turn to roll his eyes, but a smile was fighting its way onto his face and Clarke laughed. She could get used to hanging out with Bellamy like this.
As they approached the campus dorms five minutes later, Clarke ordered Bellamy to pull over.
"You live round the corner, Princess," Bellamy reminded her.
"Just pull over," Clarke insisted.
Frowning, Bellamy pulled over. As it was a Sunday, the street was fairly deserted.
Bellamy turned to face Clarke, "Why have we pulled up?"
Clarke mimicked his position to face him as well and unclipped her seat belt, "I thought that'd be obvious." Clarke leaned over and Bellamy began to smirk. "So I can do this."
Clarke threaded one hand through the hair at the nape of his neck and pressed her mouth to his. Bellamy unclipped his own belt and leaned forward so that he could place his hands on her waist and pull her so she was on the edge of her seat. Clarke thought she would stumble but his strong hands held her in place. Clarke's fingers explored the tendrils at the back of his head so that Bellamy was almost purring and flicked his tongue across her lower lip. Grinning slightly, Clarke opened her mouth to him and their tongues clashed together in a delicious way. Bellamy's thumbs had slipped under the hem of her shirt and were massaging slow circles on her hips, clearly wanting her closer to him.
"Damn gearstick," He growled against her lips and she laughed softly.
"You're lucky it's there, you couldn't handle this. Not just yet," Clarke murmured.
She drew back and he rested his forehead on hers.
"Are you coming in to see Octavia?" She whispered.
"I have to run to work," Bellamy sighed, his breath fanning her face. "I'm at the station until six and then I'll be at the Ark from eight. Would you bring her?"
She nodded her assent against his forehead and pressed one last lingering kiss to his lips. Quickly, she drew back, drawing almost puppy eyes from Bellamy to which she grinned at.
"You're gonna be late. I'll grab my stuff from the trunk and see you later?"
Bellamy smirked and Clarke forgot that she didn't have to conceal how it affected her anymore.
"I'm counting on it."
Clarke watched Bellamy drive off before making her way back to her room. She was glad the air was cool, because she didn't fancy having to explain why she was so flustered to his little sister.
The girl in question appeared to be in a dispute with Harper across the hall from their own room, waving shampoo bottles in the other girls' face. She broke off from her rant immediately when she saw her roommate strolling along the hall.
"Claaaaaaaaaarke!" Octavia squealed, shoving the shampoo bottles in a disgruntled Harper's arms.
Octavia did her best to fling herself at Clarke in a hug given that she was carrying an overnight bag and an enormous lampshade. Clarke grinned despite her guilt at keeping Octavia in the dark about Bellamy.
"Hey, Tavia," She said warmly.
Octavia seized her bag and gave a quizzical look at the lamp.
Clarke shrugged, "I told my mom about the great indoor hockey incident."
Immediately Octavia broke into a grin and grabbed the lamp, too, "Abby? God, I love your mom, Clarke. Come on."
Clarke and Octavia went into their dorm room, not before Octavia called out, "Quit looking so pissed, Harper, she's your roommate." And then muttering to Clarke, "Don't ask."
Octavia went straight to plug in her new lamp and switched it on despite the daylight pouring in through the window.
"Where's Bell? Lincoln called to tell me he'd made it right."
Clarke collapsed on her bed, inhaling the familiar college comfort, "Work. Does this mean you're good?"
"Of course. I'm true to my word."
"Thank god, I'm so over that fight. He made me promise I'd take you to the Ark later." Clarke propped herself up on her elbows to find Octavia smirking at her.
"Wrapped around his little finger already, Clarke? I thought you'd be the one wearing the trousers, honestly."
Clarke pulled a face, reminding herself why it was a good idea to wait before they told anyone, "Very funny. He did me a favour this weekend and I owe him, that's all."
"Nothing happened?" Octavia asked incredulously.
"Nothing! Jeez, is that so hard to believe?" Clarke wondered if she was so transparent.
"Frankly, yes. I could heat up leftover Chinese food on the sparks flying between you, too."
Clarke snorted. Apparently, yes, she was that transparent. "Moving on."
Octavia narrowed her eyes for a second and Clarke held her breath, terrified Octavia would suss her out.
But then, she relaxed and sat down, "Speaking of Chinese food, Chinese Saturday wasn't the same without you, Clarke."
"I did miss Chinese Saturday."
"Totally, Raven was in charge of ordering and forget spring rolls, I mean-"
Clarke jumped off the bed, "Is she next door?"
"Oh, shit, I almost forgot you guys haven't talked yet. She's in, I heard her and Monroe having a battle over the radio stations."
Clarke nodded determinedly, and opened the door, steeling herself for the encounter.
"Hey, Clarke? She feels rubbish about how she treated you," Octavia informed her.
Clarke nodded again as though she had no other reaction and knocked on the door of Raven and Monroe's room. It flew open, revealing Raven in a tank top and sweats, looking triumphant with a set of speakers under her arm. Her face faltered when she saw Clarke, and suddenly both had no idea what to say.
"Raven, I-" Clarke began, but Raven had dropped the speakers on the bed and surged forward to pull Clarke into a bone crushing hug.
Relieved, Clarke wrapped her arms around her friend. Pulling away, Raven began to babble.
"Clarke, I'm so sorry, how can you ever forgive me? I can't believe I was such a bitch to you! It wasn't your fault, it's Finn who was the sleaze. By the time I came to my senses I was with my mom who was driving me crazy and you know how my pride is… I had no idea what to say. And then your car, I'm surprised you didn't report me of having stolen it. Again, had no idea what to say. I've been an idiot."
Raven's shoulders slumped as she ran out of breath and looked at Clarke pleadingly. The latter was appropriately shocked at seeing Raven in such a breathless state, she was usually so in control.
Clarke smiled at her, "Raven, I don't care about any of that. I just missed my friend."
Raven returned Clarke's smile with watery eyes, "Are you sure? I don't have many friends like you and Octavia and Monroe, I'd never forgive myself for pushing you away."
"Positive. I shouldn't have been so blind. He was lurking around the college a hell of a lot for someone who doesn't even go here," Clarke admitted.
Raven laughed then, "God, what a loser. We're so much better than him."
Clarke joined in her laughter, "So true. I choose you every time."
"Ditto." Raven grinned and pulled Clarke in for another hug.
Just then, Octavia poked her head around the corner, "Aw, guys! I'm so happy for you right now, but I will not be left out!" She wrapped her arms around both Clarke and Raven who laughed and rearranged themselves to include Octavia in the group hug.
Eight o'clock rolled around, bringing the arrival of Clarke, Octavia, Raven, Monroe, Jasper and Monty to the Ark. The group were in much higher spirits than the last time they'd come to the bar as a group, somehow once again electing Octavia and Clarke to go and get drinks.
"Hopefully, you'll actually get the drinks this time," Monty piped up, him and Jasper animatedly crossing their fingers.
Clarke was nervous about seeing Bellamy again in front of everyone else, back in reality. She wondered nervously if being back here would remind him of how he used to see her, and jolt him into his senses. Octavia was wasting no time, however, and bounded up to the edge of the bar, where he was serving. Clarke had forgotten how good he looked in black, and how the Ark uniform definitely liked their employees in the tightest shirts possible, highlighting his toned and tanned arms. She took a deep breath.
Octavia grinned as she reached the bar, looking at her brother expectantly. He didn't notice them so she spoke up, Clarke standing slightly behind her, desperately pulling at the hems of her sleeves.
"I heard one of the barmen here is a real prick," Octavia said loudly.
Her brother looked up then and took in his little sister, standing with her arms folded and a smug grin on her face.
"You heard right," He replied. "That Wick is a real tool."
Just like that, all tensions and hurt were forgotten between the Blake siblings, and they both broke into face splitting grins, and Bellamy bounded round the bar to envelope his sister in a bear hug.
"I'm sorry," Bellamy said.
"We're good, big brother," Octavia assured him. Then she pulled out of his embrace and sent a sly smile in Clarke's direction, who immediately hoped nobody could see her sweating profusely. God, Bellamy Blake really made her lose her calm. He noticed her then, and his smile became more reserved but almost smug as his eyes roved up and down her body, making her shiver.
"You made good on your word, Princess," Bellamy said with an air of nonchalance.
Clarke shrugged, "Don't expect favours from me regularly."
Octavia sighed audibly, "I just remember – I have to pee!" And just like that, she shot off.
Clarke rolled her eyes in the direction she left, "Typical, still trying to match make us."
Bellamy frowned, "She has been?"
Clarke shook her head at him, "Boys. Completely oblivious."
His smirk returned then, and he pulled at her jacked with one hand, "Guess I didn't need her help."
Clarke swatted at his hand, "Bellamy! Does the word 'secret' mean nothing to you?"
"She's gone," Bellamy reminded her. "And your other friends…" Bellamy pulled her jacket again so they moved slightly to the right. "Can no longer see us."
Clarke tried not to blush at his tone of voice. She was already almost regretting her decision to make their relationship a secret, she honestly just wanted to grab his face and kiss him right then. Bellamy seemed to read her mind.
"I have a break in twenty minutes," He said gruffly. "Excuse yourself. I'll be out back."
Clarke's breath hitched and she gave up on trying to obtain from the pink tinge creeping up her neck. She jerked her head at him and he went back behind the bar where she ordered their drinks, both of their eyes glinting with the secrets only they knew.
That was how Clarke found herself pushed up against the cold wall outside the back of the bar twenty one minutes later, pinned by Bellamy's body and wandering hands. Knowing they only had a few minutes made them desperate and their mouths moved against one another's as though it was a battle for dominance, which in Bellamy and Clarke's case, it almost always was.
Panting, their foreheads together and Bellamy's hands either side of Clarke's head, she whispered, "We can make this work, can't we?" Desperation. Please say yes.
Bellamy moved to nip her earlobe, to which she shuddered. He then ghosted his lips over her ear, " 'I am and always will be the optimist, the hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams'."
Regaining her self-control just enough to recognise the quote, Clarke laughed shakily, "Nerd."
Clarke never said she didn't like nerds. Especially when they looked like Bellamy Blake.
A/N: What do you guys think? I'm so happy Raven's back, I love her. A lot of you were telling me how crazy it was that Raven had Clarke's car for like a whole month in the comments and all I could think was TELL ME ABOUT IT. It was literally an accident, I just sort of remembered that Raven had Clarke's car and I was like, that is weird. Roll with it. Also I'm so glad you love kind Abby because you are right she is always presented as an absolute bitch but I love her.
The title of this chapter comes from the Doctor Who quote Bellamy says at the end because I CAN. I love that quote.
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