Chapter 11:

To: Bellamy Blake 11:21

I need your help.

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To: Bellamy Blake 11:36

Don't feel special, though. Jasper and Monty are too drunk.

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To: Bellamy Blake 11: 43

I hope I don't get mugged or something waiting for you to respond to my texts.

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To: Bellamy Blake 11:50

Fine I guess iopkpsl[gojspgk[skgosj

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1 Missed Call From Bellamy Blake…

Clarke watched her new iPhone dance across the roof of her car, pissed off that he hadn't responded to a single text all night. Really, she didn't have a right to be pissed off but she was in a bind and she thought the police officer (that wasn't on temporary desk duty) could help her out. She was driving back from the Performing Arts Center after a lousy date with some guy she met at the bar and her tire had gone completely flat. Stranded, she decided to call the only asshole she knew that could quickly change her tire or give her a ride home. It'd been a week since she called everything off with Bellamy and the radio silence thing was getting under her skin. They couldn't be together, she'd accepted that but they could still be friends. They had to be friends for the sake of the group.

She would admit that she sent the last text to scare him because she was scared. Clarke wasn't exactly on the right side of town and gang violence was a thing in the Charleston area despite all the wealth. Her phone broke out in her customized ringtone again and this time she answered it, "I'm sorry the person you're trying to reach has died. Leave a message after the fuck you."

"Oh, so you're perfectly fine." Bellamy countered angrily, "Dammit, Clarke… I thought you were hurt or something." She could tell by the sound of his voice that he was rubbing his hand across his face.

"Or something." Clarke groaned as she popped her trunk to look for some type of tools to help her change her tire. "So, you're an officer of the law. What is the likelihood that I get jumped downtown by those shady apartment complexes? I'm wearing my expensive shoes and this killer looking mini-dress…I look really pretty."

He sounded like he was beating his phone against his head, "Can you give me an exact address?" He breathed and she smiled as she gave him her exact location. "I'll be there in ten minutes. Get in your car and lock the doors."

Clarke listened to him, slamming the trunk before climbing into her Honda. She twisted the key so the lights would turn on but the engine wouldn't start. For a while she listened to the radio, her face pressed against the steering wheel as she waited for Bellamy. "Say you're leavin' on a seven thirty train/And that you're headin' out to Hollywood/ Girl, you been givin' me that line so many times/It kinda gets like feelin' bad looks good, yeah/ That kinda lovin' turns a man to a slave/That kinda lovin' sends a man right to his grave/I go crazy, crazy baby, I go crazy…" She sung to the dashboard as headlights flooded her vision. She waited patiently in her car for him to knock on the window, mostly because she watched "Criminal Minds" on Netflix over the last week and she'd become paranoid of everything afterwards.

She rolled down her window calmly, "Listen Officer, I have been drinking tonight and I would do anything not to get a ticket." The cheeky smirk on her lips caused Bellamy to smile down at her. "Thanks for coming out here…considering…" Clarke opened the door and his smile widened. "I told you, I look really pretty."

"That you do." Clarke blushed slightly before she stepped closer to him. It was a stupid move but she couldn't help herself. "You pull this damsel in distress act off well, Miss Griffin." He told her lowly, brushing her curls over her shoulder before he leaned into her. He pushed her so hard that she was against her car. His lips connected with her neck before he pulled away, "…but this won't mean anything if we can't move on from our past. I can't seem to help myself when it comes to you, Clarke. And I know you feel the same way so please, dammit…please…"

"You cheated on me and I don't understand why… we were perfect. We had something people wait their entire lives for and it was so great. And it made sense for a little bit—long enough for me to leave this fucking town and hate you but now…now, I'm back and it's still there. Our feelings are still there." Clarke continued on, "I left town that summer right after graduation because I just lost my dad. I just lost you, too. You always had the best timing, you know?" She pursed her lips together before she continued on, "Dammit, this is hard to even say…"

"You don't have to let it all out, Clarke."

She nodded her head, "Yeah I do because I can't keep throwing wrenches into everything around here because I'm mad."

"I cheated on you because you were going to stay in town." Bellamy blurted out, "For me. You were going to stay in town because your dad died and you felt comfortable with me. I couldn't let you throw your whole life away."

She scoffed, "I don't think that was your choice to make." She tried to bite back her anger because it was almost a decade ago. She had to remember that they were both older. "I thought I was pregnant, Bellamy. I told my mom… she, uh, she didn't react well. I wasn't pregnant but for a while, I thought my life was over and that scared me. So, I left. I took off and I wasn't going to come back. Ever. Not for you, not for her—not for anyone. Then, I screwed up and got engaged to an unfaithful bastard with a rich daddy and now I'm here. Blacklisted."

"You weren't going to tell me, were you?" He asked, "If you were pregnant…"

Clarke sighed, "I never had to find out what I would do. Listen, this is nice and all but it's mostly depressing and I'm really uncomfortable out here."

"Right…"

"But that's it, Bellamy. That's why this is so hard. I want you. I really do but the past is hard to overlook."

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