"I'd say she was pretty bad ass today" Octavia stated after Clarke left.
"Trouble, is what she is" Bellamy answered, Lincoln and Wick nodding in agreement.
"How is that trouble, she stood up for you Bellamy" Raven stated.
"Yeah, she didn't have to, she chose to" Octavia added.
"And what would have happened if it didn't go that smoothly, she could have gotten hurt, it could have started a damn brawl in the coffee shop"
"I'd say she had you pretty well under control, not that she couldn't be trouble, I don't know a female who isn't trouble to some extent" Lincoln stated receiving looks from Raven and Octavia.
"I just don't like the idea of her having no fear, either she came from a rough situation or shes not thinking clearly" He said concern in his voice.
"You like her" Raven stated watching him closely.
"Of course, she's my friend" he replied.
"So if that was me you would be worried" she asked.
"No, God help the man who infuriates Raven Reyes" he laughed.
"But I would be worried if it was Octavia" he added.
"I thought it was awesome, I also think they will gun for her at the game because they know it's your weakness" Wick said to Bellamy.
"I don't know, she's no more my weakness then the rest of you, I'm going to head out, see everyone Tuesday, see you two in the morning for our run" he motioned to Octavia and Lincoln, before turning and heading out the door.
...
He headed downstairs and out the door, he heard someone sniffle, looking up he saw Clarke sitting on her balcony, her head in her hands. He could see she was crying. He turned and headed back in and back up the stairs. Her phone buzzed on the table. Bellamy's name flashing across the screen. She took a minute to take a deep breath before answering the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Let me in, I saw you crying when I was headed out"
"Bellamy, I'm not in the mood"
"Perfect reason to let me in, because if you don't I'm telling everyone over at Octavia's and then I'm jumping from her balcony to yours, and we can listen to them beat on the door together"
He heard the door unlock the same time he heard his phone beep letting him know she hung up. He let himself in, she was headed to the kitchen grabbing another glass. A half drank bottle of wine and another full one sat on the coffee table with her glass. She motioned to the couch handing him a glass on her way past. She flicked on Netflix and poured him a drink. He just watched her quietly.
"Did you stop in to not talk?" she asked, he couldn't help but notice her eyes were bloodshot and puffy.
"Are you gonna tell me what's wrong?" he asked. She leaned back,
"Just homesick I guess." She looked to him. He nodded.
"The other day you said it's never as bad as it seems, what if it is, and has the potential to be worse" His eyes met hers, she was scared, of what he had no idea, but whatever it was shook her and that was enough to worry him.
"Clarke, are you running from someone?" he asked bluntly, no sense beating around the bush, she already let on that she is in trouble.
"Someone or something, a group of people really" she answered downing her glass and pouring another.
"How bad is it?" he asked
"Bad enough, I would never bring you or your friends into it, I have deleted all my social media, used my middle name and my mom's married name for all my bills, nothing should lead them here. I disposed of my old phone, switched to a prepaid, It's the safest I've felt in a long time" she said afraid to meet his eyes, afraid he would shut her out to protect Octavia and his friends.
"Clarke look at me" he said taking notice that she was avoiding him. She met his eyes, her concern evident.
"Before you say anything, just know I would call in my location if I thought any of you were in danger, I'd never let it get that far" she had her gaze locked on his. He nodded to acknowledge he heard her, and he believed she would, he had no reason not to believe it.
"And if you called in your location, what happens" he asked, she paused.
"They kill me" she whispered barely audible. He leaned back on the couch letting out a sigh.
"I would understand if you don't want me around anymore" she stated.
"Yeah right princess, that would be easy right? with you living next door to my sister and all, oh and I believe you are on my soccer team of misfits, oh and lets not forget you and my sister are pretty close, and that I frequent the library two to three days a week, and the coffee shop everyday"
She smirked watching him talk animatedly.
"Let's not forget I defended your honor" she joked.
"Oh yes, that too, the whole vikings team now has it out for you because of me and my sweatshirt, add that to your list of assassin's" he smiled. She shook her head smiling at his joke.
"Clarke truth is, this could stay the way it is or it could get a lot worse, If it's on the brink of getting worse, I just want you to be honest with me, I won't ask anymore questions, I have a general idea of the situation, that's enough"
"Just know this isn't my doing, I had no involvement of this at all, let's just say it's a problem I inherited from a friend who passed away, he had no family so they targeted me, and I to this day still don't even know what it is about"
"You drew a short straw somewhere princess, we will figure it out, but for now enjoy the safety of your home and if you ever want to talk or let me in on more of it, just call me, I'll be over in no time" He smiled.
"Are you leaving?" she asked as he stood.
"I don't have to" he replied stretching.
"Stay" He wasn't even sure he really heard it, her voice was so low. If she wasn't looking at him waiting for an answer he would have had to ask if she said something.
"Sure" he replied. She stood heading to the door and locking her series of locks. He looked from the locks to her as he hung his jacket up and dropped his backpack by the door
"Smart having two locks one way and two the other, buys you time, your safe with me though" he stated.
"Thanks Bellamy" she said moving back to the couch. He sat on the one end, Clarke grabbed her glass and scooted over till she was leaning on him. A mixture of her perfume and her shampoo wafted around him. This was a bad idea, is all his mind could process before she asked him a question.
"Okay so comedy or action"
"Lets do action"
"How about 'Olympus has Fallen'?"
"That's perfect" he replied draping an arm over her shoulder, pulling her closer.
...
That's where they woke up the next morning, Bellamy sprawled across the couch, A mess of blonde hair across his chest, Clarke asleep on top of him. The alarm on her phone going off.
"Clarke, c'mon, get up" he nudged her. She stirred with sleepy eyes looking up at him, stretching slightly before climbing off of him. He couldn't help but think how sleepy, hair a mess, Clarke was incredibly cute as she was turning her alarm off.
She went down the hall reappearing a few minutes later in her running clothes, it was a good thing they had soccer the night before, all his running stuff was in his bag.
She directed him to the bathroom , he changed and met her in the living room.
"Ready?" she asked opening the door.
"We need to figure out a new way to sleep together, that position killed my back" He said walking around the door slamming into Clarke. Lincoln and Octavia standing there with raised eyebrows.
"It's not what it sounded like" Clarke said her cheeks burning.
"Yea, we fell asleep watching a movie on the couch, no big deal, c'mon lets go, we all have work today so we can't afford to stop and talk, we have a time limit." He said urging them forward. Clarke locked up and they all headed out, starting their day with a run.