She mentally scolded herself all through the movie, what happened never should have happened. She knew better, she had seen the military break down a relationship, even friendships. She could still feel Bellamy's lips on hers and that pissed her off even more. She stood slipping out of the room and heading to bed. She would wake up in the morning with a clear mind hopefully.
Although you never really wake up if you dont fall asleep. A week had passed of crappy sleep and she was distant, lost in thoughts and could feel her patience was short with Bellamy, and everyone else. In her defense he probably deserved it to some extent. Between her emotions and letting Cage and Emerson get to her, she was an exhausted hot mess. She's never had a patient red flagged, and the thought of that happening was eating her alive. As if the possibility of it wasn't bad enough, it had to be Bellamy. The one person she couldn't afford to let down, not just because Octavia, but because Bellamy had faith in her that she could do it. Thats a career changing move for both of them. No one wants to be red flagged, and you dont want to be the Physical Therapist who couldn't get him ready in time.
Clarke was startled by her phone, going off. She stared at the name flashing on the screen. Bellamy...
She let it ring.
They hadn't so much as flirted since she picked him up for Chinese and a movie with all their friends. Hell he was lucky if he could get more than three words out of her.
She was all business in PT sessions, working him hard and keeping him on his toes. Outside of PT she dodged his calls. He went to the house twice and she left both times complaining to Octavia about all the errands she had to run, before scooting out the back door without so much as a hello.
Her phone dinged, She lifted her head off the bed to look at it.
1 new Text * appeared on the screen.
Her finger hovered above the icon. She sighed giving in and pressing it.
Bellamy: So what's your deal?
Clarke left it unanswered.
It rang again...she sighed turning it off and dropping it on the floor. She groaned hearing the back door open.
She could hear Octavia and Raven talking in the kitchen.
She sat going over papers for more advanced work outs that would keep him moving forward.
She was busy highlighting when her door flew open causing her to jump leaving a light green streak across the paper. Her head shot up to see who the culprit was. There stood Octavia.
"We are going out tonight, we would love for you to come." she leaned on the door just as Ravens head popped in.
"Puh-leaseeeeee" she added.
"I have a lot of work to do" Clarke trailed off.
"I don't know whats up with you, but you need a night out, your coming, or we will just invite everyone here" Octavia through in an ultimatum resulting in Clarke having to answer.
"Out it is" she replied sarcastically.
"Good, be ready by nine" Raven said pulling her door shut behind them.
Clarke groaned sitting up glancing at the clock. It was seven, that gave her two hours to shower and find an outfit.
By the time she was ready so were they. Raven whistled seeing her approach. she had tight jeans with stilettos on and a black revealing halter top.
"Thanks" she smiled in return. Maybe they were right, she needed a break from the stress for one night.
They all loaded into a taxi.
"Where to?"
"Hardtime's" Raven answered
Clarke hadn't been there before but every place in a twenty mile radius was about the same, music, drinks and overrun by Marines who were being flocked by girls looking to be their next target.
Which is why she wasnt suprised to see Wick and Lincoln outside waiting for them as they pulled up. Octavia and Raven broke out into smiles seeing the men. She was happy they were happy. She was also happy to not see Bellamy.
She followed the group inside stopping at the bar to order a Cranberry and Vodka. Once she had her drink in hand she went in search of her friends.
She spotted Raven and headed in her direction. They were standing in front of a table, she could see three girls she didnt recognize and a set of crutches she did.
The second Raven sat down Bellamy's eyes met Clarke's. She watched his eyes dance across her body almost making it feel like his fingers were on her skin. She rubbed her arms sliding in next to Raven. She downed half her drink, She never had such an intense feeling by the way somebody looked at her. She wasn't entirely sure that she liked that he had that effect on her.
As if him being there wasn't enough the girls on each side of him were competing for his attention. She looked around the room noticing Emerson was playing pool against Cage. She couldn't win on any level tonight. She was just about to duck out when her phone dinged. She looked down at the message.
Bellamy: Save me...please
She glanced over at him.
Clarke: You look fine to me
She saw him sigh before looking up at her. Both girls were talking in his direction at the same time, she couldn't help but feel bad for him.
The music on the dance floor slowed down to some romantic slow song. She watched the girls look towards the floor longing for a dance.
Clarke sucked her drink down to nothing before standing and offering Bellamy her hand.
"Would you like to dance?" she asked. Raven and Octavia were amazed by what they were witnessing.
"Of course" he smiled. He excused himself from the presence of the ladies at the table, he took one crutch to stabilize himself and let her lead him to the floor.
She stopped turning towards him, his one hand snaked around her waist pulling her up against him, she slid her hands up his arms and brought them to ththe back of his neck. Her fingers lightly ran through his thick hair. Tracing up and down his neck.
"Thank you" he said snapping her back to reality. She looked to him and stilled the movement of her hands.
"Yeah, no problem" she smiled.
"Why have you been avoiding me all week?"
"Bell, I see you every day, we work out together"
"It's not the same as it was" he replied, his eyes searching hers for an answer.
"It never will be" she replied. He sighed knowing that was a jab at him.
"Clarke, I never" he started before he was interrupted by a tap. One of the girls from the table appeared beside them.
"May I cut in?" she asked Clarke hopeful.
"Of course" Clarke smiled stepping away from Bellamy.
She turned exiting the floor in the direction of the bathroom.
She stood in the bathroom feeling like she was in highschool again. Trying to talk herself through the impending emotional chaos. She looked at her reflection before groaning out loud.
"C'mon Clarke, pull it together" she scolded herself, before applying lip gloss and heading out the door.
She turned the corner just in time to run into Cage, she stepped back slamming into Emerson.
You couldn't see the floor from where they were, the hallway was dark enough to hide their location.
"Clarke" Cage's voice went right through her. She hated the pair of them, and hate was not a word she used often.
"Cage" she replied evenly.
A hand grazed her hip and just as she went to turn Cage took a step closer to her causing her to step back in to Emerson again. Who she assumed was against a wall because he didnt falter. Cage moved to her once more. And she stood still, Emersons hands moved to her hips pulling her back against him and held her there. She could feel her heart beat in her throat.
A shadow could be seen near the doorway giving Clarke the slightest hope, but it never entered the hall.
"We were thinking of making you a deal" Emerson whispered in her ear, his hot breath ghosting her cheek.
"You let us take you home, and we dont red flag Blake" Cage added.
"He wont be red flagged, I said I'd have him ready" she snapped trying to take a step away from Emerson who held her tight.
"Let go of me" She growled.
"I'd do as she says" The voice was Wick's.
"Now" Bellamy's voice was rough, he was on the brink of his snapping point.
Lincoln came forward grabbing her hand and pulling her alongside him next to Bellamy.
"Let's go" Bellamy nodded his head towards the floor. She turned and walked to the bar.
"I'll take a cranberry and vodka" she ordered.
"He will have a Jack and Coke, make his a double"
She watched him make his was back to the table. Maybe if she was drunk it would take away the awkward stress and if she kept him drinking she could ward off the conversation she knew he would want.