A/N Second update of the day! :)

Bellamy P.O.V

We arrived back home only minutes before sunrise. We had left Monty at his own home. I trudged upstairs, and into my room, finally collapsing onto my bed. At the moment I pushed out everything that Paloma had told us, and decided to sleep. I was more tired than I had been in a long time, and all I wanted to do is get some rest. I closed my eyes and drifted into the darkness of sleep.

A loud song blared in my ears. My hands were around someone's waist. I looked down only to find myself surprised at the sight of a breathtaking blonde, with her arms around my neck. I looked down at her, for a moment forgetting that I was dancing with her.

"You're staring." I heard her sweet voice say.

I smirked. "Yes Princess, I am."

She snorted, and took a hold of my hand. "Let's go find the others." We both slightly stumbled along, until we reached our friends.

"Hey!" Jasper yelled, throwing his arms around us. His breath reeked of alcohol; a beer was in his hand. "You guys wanna drink?" He slurred.

Clarke laughed, "I think we've had enough to drink tonight."

Jasper shook his head. "No. Monty! Bellamy and Clarke want some drinks."

Monty then trampled over to us and handed each a beer. "Here you go." We took the beer, drinking from it.

Suddenly Raven crashed into Monty." 'Sup dudes. You wanna play a game."

Clarke raised an eyebrow. "What type of game?

Raven tapped her chin as if in thought. "You," she pointed at me. "Against her to see who can drink fifteen shots of tequila quicker."

I turned my head to Clarke. "You up for the challenge Princess?"

Clarke smiled and raised her eyebrows. "OH, I am always up for a challenge."

Raven clapped her hands together. "Good." We then followed her to a table where fifteen shots were set up on either side of it. A group gathered around us.

I stared at her, mischief glinting in my eyes. "I'm going to win Princess."

Clarke rolled her eyes, and soon we began to chug down the shot glasses. I won.
The crowd of people cheered, and I shuffled towards Clarke.

"Told you I would win Princess!" I exclaimed, with only a slight slur in my voice.

Clarke rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

I began to play with one of Clarke's blonde curls. "You mad Princess?" I leaned closer to Clarke just as Jasper crashed in between us.

"Let's dance!" Jasper said. Jasper began to dance ridiculously. Clarke and I were leaning against a wall. My mind wasn't focusing on anything.

"Sooo," I heard Clarke's voice slur. "Where'd you move from?"

Even my drunken mind was trained for questions. I turned my head to look at her.

I smirked. "Now is that any of your business Princess?"

She smiled, getting closer to me."Well if you're going to be my friend, then it is my business." She leaned back against the wall. "But you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

I turned my full body to face her. "Do you want me to be your friend?" I leaned my face closer to hers.

She briefly glanced at my lips and then met my eyes. "Yeah."

I put my hand flat against the wall. "Really?"

She shrugged. "Why not?"

I gave her a lopsided smile. "Okay, then we'll be friends."

She smiled back at me."Okay then."

And just like that we were leaning close to each other. Our lips pressed together. One of Clarke's hands dived into my hair, getting tangled in my curls. I snaked my free arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me. I deepened the kiss, and Clarke bit my lip. After what seemed like hours, we separated.

Suddenly I heard a scream and the whole atmosphere changed. We were no longer at a party, and Clarke had disappeared. The sky was gray, the air coated in a thick layer of smoke. The ground was decorated with ash. I heard another scream, followed by a blood curdling shriek. I ran towards, and saw a girl hanging from a tree. A girl who was too familiar for comfort. My breath caught, my heart stopped. It was Octavia. Octavia was hanging by her neck, completely still and unmoving. The word 'mortal 'was carved on her forehead, blood was slipping down her face.

Tears formed in my eyes. "NO!" I growled.

My baby sister, my baby sister she was dead. I shook my head furiously.

"NO! NO! NO!" This wasn't happening this wasn't happening. Anger bubbled inside me, I was going to find whoever did this, and then I was going to kill them. I went closer to the tree, only to have it vanish into thin air. What? Confusion crossed my face.

"BELLAMY!" I heard someone yell."Help me Bellamy! Help me!"

I ran towards the scream once again. I saw Clarke in the far distance, clutching her side

I ran closer towards her, but ended up tripping over something, no it wasn't something, it was someone. It was Monty, his face was caked with dirt and sweat, his arms had open wounds, and he was spitting out blood. I went closer to him. He looked at me, he met my eyes.
He whispered something, but I couldn't hear. I leaned my ear closer to him.

"You did this. "He whispered. "This is your fault." His head went slack, Monty was dead. My blood ran cold, my fault, this was my fault.

"Help me Bellamy!" I heard again. Clarke, she was still calling help. I ran to Clarke, but halted to a stop when I saw her hands were cover with blood.

"Clarke?" I asked. She stopped clutching her side, revealing a growing blood stain on this side of her short. I looked up at Clarke, her face was drained of color, her blue eyes were dull. The look of pure hatred which crossed her face made my breathing stop, and my heart race. A sneer graced her face.

"You did this!" She screamed, glaring at me. "You killed them!"

I shook my head. "No, I didn't do this."

"You're a murderer!" Venom was laced in her words.

"No! Clarke, I didn't do this!" I screamed trying to wrap my head around what she was saying.

"You killed your sister!" She yelled. No I didn't kill her. No, no. "You killed Monty! YOU. KILLED. ME."

My head shook furiously. "No, I couldn't. I wouldn't. I didn't. No!"

I shot up from my bed, my heart was pounding hard against my rib cage. I was sweating, and my breaths were rapid. I ran my hands through my hair, looking down and trying to even out my breaths.

You killed your sister! Clarke's voice rang through my head, echoing over and over again.

You killed them! My hands curled into fists around my hair.

YOU. KILLED. ME. I paced back in forth in my room, trying to forget the nightmare I had just had. But that's just what it was, a nightmare. It wasn't one of my dreams that foretold the future. It was just a nightmare, right? My breathing slowed along with my heartbeat, and I sunk back onto my bed. It was just a nightmare.