Chapter 9
Bellamy mused happily within himself. The last couple of weeks had been good. Really good. Although he still worried about Octavia's relationship with Lincoln, thankfully Octavia had forgiven him for his harsh words against Clarke.
And Clarke…. Bellamy chuckled. Clarke and he were also at a really good point. Some would even describe it as great.
Since Thanksgiving Clarke had been a lot more open about herself. She was spill pretty closed off and never, ever showed anyone her paintings. – Except for the teachers. - But every now and then she revealed tiny bits and pieces about herself.
She was a daddy's girl, a big one, which made Bellamy laugh because it suited her so well for some reason.
Every time she told them about him she got this warm smile that would light up her entire face. - Clarke had told him about how they used to cook together all the time. They would pump the music up in the kitchen and dance together while cooking. Or the time when she hadn't been in his office for years, and then when she had to drop something off, she saw that he had kept every drawing she had ever made. They had been hanging all proudly as a giant wall painting in his office walls.
It was to honour her dad that she decided to stop with the med program and got into art.
Clarke never spoke much about her mom tough, which made Bellamy think that they didn't really got along.
When he asked about it – taking Octavia's advice to just ask - All she said was that she worked a lot and wasn't often home.
Octavia had been right, of course she had been.
Clarke had went trough a lot of pain, but there was no way that she could ever hurt anyone. She was kind, loyal, honest, smart and most of all fun. Her dry humour matched his perfectly.
Often annoying the hell out of Octavia. Just yesterday they had been all over each other, pushing paint in each others faces.
It had taken him all his will power not to attack her and kiss her like she deserved to be kissed.
But he knew that wasn't a good idea. She was his sister's roommate, and more importantly, she didn't have the same feelings for him as he did for her.
That didn't mean that he would stay away from her tough. When they would be done working, they would buy some eggnog and go home together. – it literally took his breath away when he suggested they would go home, almost as if they where living together. Oh how he wished - and then they would probably put on a extra scary movie.
Clarke never liked those movies, although she pretended she did. So every time she would get scared, she snuggled her body closer in to his. Until she was partly sitting on him and couldn't get any closer. She always pretended to be cold, but he knew she felt safe in his arms. And he loved it!
The bell of the front door rinkeled. Bellamy tensed, please don't be a big group, please don't be a big group.
A well groomed twenty something year old boy walked in to the bar. His afro hair was cut neatly, and the clothes he wore looked expensive.
Bellamy sighed in relief. A boy like that wouldn't stay here on his own for a long time.
The boy cleared his thought, clearly uncomfortable with being in a bar instead of some fancy country club.
'Hey, I am looking for a girl named Clarke and I was told she worked here' he said.
Bellamy looked at the boy suspiciously, who the hell was he?
'Ughm yeah she is in the back of house I'll go and get her.'
The boy looked relieved and nodded.
For some reason Bellamy felt incredibly heavy when he walked towards the back. Who was this boy? Had he ever seen him around campus? Was Clarke dating him without telling him?
'YO princess,' he yelled when he opened door 'there is a boy for you here.. Should I be Jealous?'
It slipped out before he had any control to stop himself. What was he thinking!? Clarke didn't think of him in that way. She was free to date whom ever she wanted.
'No.' Clarke squeaked
Bellamy stared at Clarke. She looked like she was going to cry at any moment. What could have possibly happened in the last ten minutes to have her this distressed? He gave her a one over and sighed. Maybe she would want to talk about it when they where home.
'You know, sweet talking to boys won't help you being faster cleaning up down here – you'll owe me some eggnog.' Bellamy hoped that the idea of the two of them at home, in a save space would calm her down.
She smiled weakly at him 'I'll be there in a sec.'
Bellamy stared at her, it looked like she just needed a second to breathe 'Sure.' He smiled. But she didn't see it.
Bellamy turned around and went back to the bar. He grabbed the rag he had been using earlier to polish the clean glasses. The boy was still standing at exactly the same spot he had been when Bellamy left to get Clarke.
Bellamy picked up a glass and started polishing it.
The boy looked questioningly at him when Bellamy didn't say anything.
'Is she coming?' he asked impatiently.
Bellamy nodded, he didn't like this boy.
The door behind him opened up and Clarke came out. She focused all her attention on the boy and didn't even notice Bellamy.
The boy smiled the moment he saw Clarke 'You have no idea how great it is to see you Clarke.'
'What are you doing here wells?' She asked sternly.
They boy just stared and smiled at her.
'What are you doing here Wells?' Clarke repeated herself. She used a tone to the boy Bellamy severely hoped she would never use against him. There was a chilling coldness in her voice.
'Come on Clarke, you know that we have been looking for you' Wells answered.
'Did it ever occur to you that I didn't want to be found?' Clarke said in the same chilling voice.
'Clarke I miss you, can we please talk about this? Just the two of us?' Wells asked hopefully. He threw a dirty glare at Bellamy and then put his puppy eyes back up for Clarke.
Bellamy huffed, well the felling was mutual, asshole.
'What makes you think I would go anywhere with you?' Clarke spit at him.
'Because you owe me that Clarke.' Wells said, he was getting annoyed as well 'for everything we used to be, what you still are to me. You owe me to have a normal conversation with me.'
'Fuck you Wells, I don't owe you SHIT. Go fuck yourself' Clarke spit out.
She was holding herself steady against the bar she was standing behind. But Bellamy saw her legs wobble.
Wells made a few steps forward until he was standing against the bar, exactly opposite Clarke.
'Clarke are you kidding me? I know you! Do you remember that? You don't talk like that. You hate cursing. You are only saying this now to put up a front. You hate bars, and you never ever would give up your education just to spite your mother.' He sighed 'This isn't you. You are pretending to be something you are not.'
'You don't know me Wells! You have no idea who I am, or who I'm not. And you never will. Leave now!' Clarke pointed with her finger at the door.
'Clarke do you have any idea how long we have been searching for you!? I'm not going to leave just because you are not happy with me! We need to talk!'
Bellamy stepped towards Clarke. Putting a hand on her lower back for support 'Who the hell is this fucker Clarke?' He grumbled. And what the fuck was his problem? Was he a dangerous ex boyfriend or something? Because he sure as hell sounded like one.
'You know I'm right here right? If you want to know who I am you can ask me!' Wells said offended.
'He's nobody important.' Clarke said leaning into Bellamy's hand 'Just somebody I used to know in Virginia – but he betrayed me so I cut contact.'
'betray? Seriously Clarke? I never betrayed you!' Wells shouted.
'YOU ARE THE REASON MY PARENTS ARE DEAD' Clarke screamed in his face.
'Is that what you think? Do you really blame me?' wells sighed and put his face in his hands 'Can we please just talk outside for a moment, there are some things.. there are some things I can't discuss with random bartenders around.'
Bellamy huffed, could he please hit the asshole already? He put his hands protectively over Clarke's shoulders.
'Fuck off!' he spit at Wells.
'Clarke? Please?' Wells asked desperately.
Clarke looked up at Bellamy and leaned into his chest. She looked like she was actually considering going outside with this guy.
'There is no way I'll let you alone with this creep.' He mumbled, looking down into her eyes.
Clarke sighed, turned around, stood on her toes and carefully kissed his cheek 'I'll be fine.'
Then she turned around and walked around the bar to meet Well and nodded for him to come along outside.
'YOU HAVE TEN MINUTES!' Bellamy yelled when the bell of the door rinkled.
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Clarke had kissed him. She had actually kissed him. On the cheek. Why? Why did she do that? And who was this guy? What was his involvement in her parent's death?
They died in a car accident right? An accident, meaning it was nobody's fault. Or wait, was he the one driving the other car? That could be a reason that she blamed him right? But if he did, why did she go outside with him. Why didn't they just discuss things with him in the room? What was this secret he wasn't allowed to know?
Bellamy paced up and down behind the bar, they had six more minutes. He was turning absolutely crazy.
What had been their history? Clarke seemed to know the boy already. They knew each other from Virginia. Was he an ex that had hurt her? Bellamy grumbled, if he found out that he had hurt Clarke in anyway possible, he would pound this boys head in.
Bellamy looked at the clock, five more minutes. God, time seemed to creep by.
What was the deal with this boy!? Why did Clarke completely locked down the minute she saw him? Wells had been right about one thing, this wasn't Clarke. the down right hate that had vibed off her wasn't something he ever felt around her before. No matter how mad she had been with him. The cold dead tone she had used wasn't something he ever thought she had in her.
Four more minutes.
But apparently she had changed over the years. Quite logic if you would think at all the things that had happened to her the last couple of years. Because she cursed, quite a lot. – Which was incredibly hot by the way. – And sounded incredibly funny with the polite way she normally spoke. – Like she would never say 'gonna' always saying 'going to'. And she loved working in the bar, partly because she got to boss him around, and partly because she was really god at it. She always looked happy when they where working together – well ever since thanksgiving.
Three minutes.
And what was that shit about her mom? Bellamy knew that she didn't have the best relation ship with her. He knew that she used to be pre -med. And he knew that she went into art because she loved it much more, and it was a way for her to coupe with her father's death. What had her mother to do with it? She was dead. Clarke couldn't even spite her anymore, even if she tried to. What did it matter what education Clarke was getting, as long as she got one, and that she was happy doing it. Fuck why was this guy downgrading her like this. The art program at WSU was a great program.
Two minutes
And Clarke kissed him. She kissed Him. She had put her entire body against his and then pushed her lips against his cheek. Bellamy was actually regretting not turning his head in time to catch her lips with his. Her soft, rosy lips. The one he dreamed so often about. God he wanted a do over. And then he would grab her by her sides and kiss her until she wasn't able to stand on her own two feet anymore. Screw this wells guy. Bellamy would have picked her up so she would be sitting on top of the bar and devour her.
One more minute.
Screw it. Bellamy put the rag in his hands on top of the bar and walked towards the door.
Wells and Clarke where standing right in front of the door. And he could hear their muffled voices.
'...Clarke... know... dangerous... find you... home!' Wells yelled throwing his hands up in the air.
'...Home...Virginia was never my home!... love... Bellamy... here' Clarke answered him.
' ... serious!?, ... Bartender ... home... mother...safety!' Wells shouted again taking a few steps towards Clarke.
'...killed him Wells... shut you mouth...owe me... home' Clarke took a step backwards, but Wells just took another step forward. She looked so threatened Bellamy couldn't take it anymore. He opened the door and stepped out, but Clarke and Wells didn't seem to notice.
'I'll never go anywhere with you!' She screamed in Well's face. The boy chuckled almost sarcastically.
'Yes you are Clarke. Whether you like it or not, we are going home!' He grabbed her arm and tried to pull her with him.
'LET GO OF ME!' Clarke yelled but Wells didn't budge.
'I think the girl told you to get your hands off her.' Bellamy intervened menacing.
Wells head snapped around when Bellamy spoke 'Stay out of this bartender.' He sneered 'This isn't about you.'
Clarke tried desperately to pry herself from his grip.
'Well since you are practically trying to abduct my princess, this is about me.' Bellamy took the to steps necessary to be directly in his face.
'If I where you, I would let her go.' He growled at the boy grabbing his girl.
'No' Wells challenged him. 'I'm only trying to help her. Get out of the way bartender.' He tried to push Bellamy away with his one free hand and walk away, still holding a strong grip on Clarke's arm.
Clarke looked pleadingly at him, a desperation in her eyes that had never seen this bad before.
Bellamy sighed, pushed one hand through his hair and looked at Wells again. The boy had actually managed to make a few steps away from him.
'Don't say I didn't warn you.' Bellamy said before he walked towards Wells, and pounded him straight in his face.
That felt great!
'LET GO OF CLARKE FUCKING RIGHT NOW OR I'LL BREAK YOUR FREAKING LEGS!' Bellamy yelled at wells who had fallen to the ground, dragging Clarke along with him.
Clarke ripped her arm free from his grip, shot up and walked straight into Bellamy's arms.
Bellamy hugged her with one arm, kissed her hair and turned to Wells again 'I don't know what your problem is, but Clarke doesn't want you here. So if I'll ever see you around here again, you and I are gonna have some problems.'
Wells stood up, using one hand to hold his probably very painful face, and the other to brush of the dirt of his clothes 'Clarke, I'm only trying to protect you! I love you!'
'you heard Bellamy, If I where you, I would run away, as fast as I could and never come back' She spit out.
'You know what Lizzy, you are digging your own grave right now. I'll keep my mouth shut, but you need to know that this will never have a happy ending.'
Wells turned around to the very expensive looking Mercedes that was parked a few meters away and got in.
Bellamy and Clarke stayed outside until they saw him driving out of the street.
'Lets go inside Clarke, I want to see if this asshole hurt you.' Bellamy sighed, carefully escorting her towards the door.
'Sit.' Bellamy said pulling out a chair when they were inside.
'He only grabbed me bell, I'll survive.' Clare whispered.
'I don't care Clarke, let me see it' Bellamy said pushing his hand through his hair again.
Clarke looked down, avoiding his eyes and rolled her sleeve slowly up.
The bruise of Wells hands where already showing a bit, but that wasn't what caught Bellamy's breath. Clarke's arm, much like her stomach as covered in scars. Was this the reason that she never showed her arms? She even slept in a sweater Bellamy thought, remembering the Hello Kitty one. What had happened to her? These weren't self harm scars, these where something different, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was. Gently Bellamy traced his fingers over the new bruises.
'Does it hurt?' Bellamy asked cautiously.
'A bit, but as you can see, I've had worse.' Clarke weakly joked.
'Can you please sit down as well?' Clarke asked hesitantly 'You are making me nervous.'
Bellamy pulled out a chair for himself as well, not breaking eye contact with her. He sat directly in front of her. Knees touching in the middle and Bellamy taking her hand in his, finally breaking the eye contact and started examining it.
'I uuh, I expect you have some questions.' Clarke whispered.
Bellamy looked up at her again.
'You kissed my cheek.' he spoke up.
Clarke laughed a bit 'Seriously? That the one you want to start with?'
'Yes.' Bellamy said 'Why did you do that?'
Clarke shrugged 'Wells used to be so in love with me, and I wanted to get it trough his tiny brain that I don't want that with him. Pretending to be with you was just a way off showing him he should stop following me like the sad and lost puppy dog he used to behave like.'
She had just used him to get rid of some guy, of course she had. She didn't have the same feelings he did, and he needed to start remembering that.
Bellamy looked down at her arm again 'Who was he? Why did he call you Lizzy? Why was he looking for you? What did he do to you? How come you're not panicking right now? And how did you get all these scars?' The questions just rolled out before could stop himself. He mentally scolded himself. Clarke didn't do well under pressure, he knew that.
Clarke sighed 'That was Wells. He was, well is still is, the son of my parents best friend. We grew up together. He was my best friend, we shared everything. When I was like six or seven or something like that, I learned that Clarke was a boys name. So I told everybody that I wanted to be called by second name. He was the only one that actually listened. From that point on he called me Lizzy.'
She paused for a second before she continued.
'After the accident I left town almost directly, I couldn't stay there. Not after everything that had happened. So I left. I cut all the bonds I had with that place and just left. Leaving Wells behind in the process as well. I never told anyone where I went. I just wanted to be left alone. So to him, I just disappeared.'
Clarke put her hand into Bellamy's interlocking their fingers together.
'He was the reason for the accident, he told my mother something that just made her lose it. That's why everything crashed and burned.'
'What did he tell her?' Bellamy asked softly.
Clarke stared at their hands playing with each other for a second before she rasped her throat and answered 'It really doesn't matter anymore now. I'll probably tell you one day, but not right now, I'm just not ready yet'
Bellamy nodded. 'What did he say that I wasn't allowed to know?'
'A lot,' She took in a large breath 'Nothing. He wanted me to come home and deal with my duties there.'
'What are your duties there?' Bellamy asked.
Clarke smiled grimly 'Cleaning up the mess my parents made. Getting married to Wells, have 2.5 babies, go to med school, being to busy working to be able to lead a life, buy a 4 million dollar house, never see my kids - because you know, they're being raised by the nannies, find out Wells has a mistress and then die because I'll have nothing better to do. You know Being miserable.'
Bellamy chuckled 'It sounds like the perfect live.'
'Totally' Clarke agreed smiling as well.
'How come you are not panicking right now? Normally we would have to put you on oxygen by now?' Bellamy wondered.
Clarke stopped with the playing with his hand and just squished it 'Because you are here with me. And as long as you are here, nothing bad will happen.'
Warmth filled him inside. He was her safe space. No matter what he had done or said before, she felt safe with him.
He made a promise to himself to never let that change again. He would be there for her.
Clarke sighed and stood up. 'Lets clean up in here, I can use a very spiked eggnog right around now.'
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'Hey O, what are you doing home this late?' Bellamy asked the moment Octavia stepped inside.
'Don't the two of you look cute together.' Octavia smirked at her brother.
Clarke was sitting literally in his lap, her head resting against his shoulder and his arms around her, making sure she didn't fall of.
They had ended up watching 'finding never land' – Clarke's pick – Bellamy had been disappointed at first, because now she wouldn't snuggle against him.
But she did, still using the excuse of being cold. Bellamy knew that it wasn't true. In fact, it was hot in the room, really hot. But that might had to do something with the position he was in.
Somewhere in the middle of the movie, Clarke had fallen asleep and he just hadn't had the heard to wake her to send her to bed. And he didn't want to let go off her.
'She fell asleep like this!' He defended himself.
'Uhu..' Octavia raised an eyebrow 'But she had to sit there first before she could fall asleep like that.'
Bellamy sighed in annoyance 'Could you please keep it down?' he whispered 'Where have you been O?' He pressed again.
'God Bellamy! When I moved out I hoped to get a bit more freedom. But nooo you just have to be here, all the freaking time.' Octavia snapped.
'Quiet down O, Clarke is sleeping. What is wrong with you? I only asked why you are home this late?' He Whispered annoyed.
'I was with Lincoln, where I planned to stay tonight, but he was getting high and I didn't want to, so he bugged me and so I went home. Happy now. Do you feel better now you know?' Octavia asked frustrated.
'Loads.' Bellamy mumbled biting his tongue not to lash out at Octavia, -that he would kill the guy if he ever pressured her into doing something she didn't want to.
'I'm gong to bed. Make sure you get Clarke in hers ass well, she won't be happy waking up like this tomorrow morning.' Octavia sighed annoyed – she was in a Crappy mood.
Her door shut with a bang. Causing Clarke to wake up in his arms
'whazwup' she asked sleepily. Bellamy chuckled, she sounded like a drunk.
'You fell asleep princes. Come, lets get you in your own bed.' He whispered to her.
'Mwphw nowwoh, youwe weally warm and compwfy.' She pressed her face into his shoulder making Bellamy chuckle again.
'You won't think so when you wake up tomorrow morning princess.' With a free hand he stroked her hair.
'Don't care.' She mumbled obviously refusing to wake up.
Bellamy sighed 'Let's go princess.' He said. And before she could protest he stood up, lifting her up bridal style as he went and carried her to her room.
The moment he stepped inside he realised he had never been in her room before. It was filled with canvasses, the painted sides all facing toward the walls . A big easel in the corner held a big canvas ass well, but it was covered up with a sheet. Her room was clean, neat, and colourless. It shocked Bellamy. He had never really thought about it. But he would have never imaged it looked like this.
Carefully he lay Clarke down on her queen sized bed. It looked like she had already fallen asleep again. He let go of her, his hands twitching to look at the canvas behind the sheet.
'Nooowh' Clarke wined. She was actually quite funny when she was asleep.
'Nowh its cold withouwt you.' she continued.
'What do you want me to do about it princess!?' Bellamy asked amused.
'Come wheere! Youre my heater remeber? If you leave me cold like this, i'll have to throw you away and buy a new wone, cuz yourwe not doiwing your job probberly.'
Bellamy lauged.
'Well we couldn't have that, now could we?' Bellamy asked smugly.
'noowh, now come hwere!' she sighed not picking up on his smugness.
Bellamy sighed as he sat down next to where she lay. She had changed into her pj,s before they started watching the movie.
He really should put some clean clothes over here, he slept over often enough. Usually he stole some thing from O.- But to be fair they where actually his clothes first – but sleeping in jeans was a real pain.
Carefully began to remove his pants, figuring he would wake up earlier that she did, and she wouldn't even now. He kept his shirt on.
When he pulled down the sheets to get in the bed Clarke shivered.
'Bell!' She wined 'Fucking cold, gewt in!'
He laughed and quickly got in. The moment he pulled up the sheets, Clarke sighed happily and wormed herself into the crock of his shoulder draping her arm and leg on top of him.
'Hmmm,' She hummed 'You smell nice.'
After a shot wile her breathing evened out and Bellamy relaxed a bit, with his free hand – the one Clarke wasn't currently using as her pillow – although she used his arm as a pillow. That he wrapped the rest of that arm tightly around her was completely by his own choice. - He pushed his hand trough his hair again. He had been doing that a lot today. But this time he had a reason.
Gently he pressed a kiss in Clarke's hair and sighed. With her pressed against him like this, it would be a long, long night.
Because, who cares about studying anyway! Nah, I actually had a big part of this chap already done fore a while, just haven't had any time to finish it. Tomorrow two more exams and then I'm done! Yeay me! I'm planning on just sleeping the entire weekend after i'm done... 48 hours staight! I'll bet you I can do it! (it's just... I can't because I have to work and do stuff I've been neglecting for the past 4 week - like have a social life and stuff like that.)
Oh and I've got some other news... I just found a house with a college friend of mine! So I'm moving somewhere in the next two weeks! Yeay me again! I'm so excited!
And the kiss! (my kiss in this story) - Since I haven't updated since before the seasons final, it's kinda stupid to say now. But i've have a draft to this story, (like i know what all the chapters are gone be about and what I want to reveal when and where.) and the kiss was there on that list from the beginning :) lol. I'm obviously clairvoyant! (or not)
Okay now I really am going to study... business economics 1 and 2, here I come! (think a picture of your favorite power puff girl here!)