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Chapter Two

Clarke sat in the red vinyl booth and waited for Bellamy to come back from the jukebox in the corner, when she had lit up at the sight of it Bellamy had insisted on changing the song for her. Her laughter increased when she noted that he'd put on Dreams by Fleetwood Mac, the song that she'd sang loudest in the car. He turned to grin at her over his shoulder and she dropped her gaze to the table shaking her head slightly.

Stop getting caught up… Clarke cursed herself in her head and tried to remember that this was just his way of avoiding a woman he had no interest in and that he had probably done it as a favour to his sister. Clarke bit her lip and tried to force down the wave of disappointment that rose with this realization.

"Excuse me, you ready to order?" Clarke's head snapped up and she met the gaze of a sweet looking waiter with big puppy dog eyes.

"Oops, sorry, I haven't even looked at the menu. Umm… what do you recommend?" She glanced awkwardly up at him and sheepishly opened her menu. A grin broke out over the waiter's face and he angled his body towards her and leaned down to flip through the menu.

"The grilled chicken sandwich is fantastic, got a big salad on the side and I might be able to sneak you extra croutons," he gave her a hopeful smile and Clarke instantly felt guilty as she fought the urge to tell him that she couldn't be bothered to eat a plate of salad when she knew she would be facing a week of socialite friendly food that catered to the needs of the diet obsessed women.

"Sorry, got caught up in the music. Ready for food, babe?" Bellamy slipped into the booth and grabbed her hands across the table. The waiter awkwardly shuffled away from Clarke as he caught sight of Bellamy.

"Sure, do you know what you want?" Clarke chewed on her lip nervously and tried to find a way to hint to the waiter that she wanted something a little more substantial that his chicken and salad suggestion.

"Do you trust me?" Bellamy gave her a hopeful smile that she was certain she could never say no to. Clarke nodded and watched Bellamy's eyes light up as he tightened his hold on her hands. "Great. We'll have two bacon cheeseburgers with fries, gravy on the side, and chocolate milk shakes." Bellamy directed his words politely to the waiter who nodded and scooped up their menus before walking away.

"Thanks, I didn't know how to tell him I couldn't bare the thought of a chicken sandwich with a salad." Clarke giggled and picked at her sleeve.

"I think he was more disappointed about you being taken than he was about you not getting the sandwich." Bellamy tunneled his hand through his curls with a cheeky grin. Clarke blushed instantly and stared down at her hands shaking her head nervously.

"As if, he was just being nice," she bit down on her bottom lip nervously and traced her fingers over the laminated table top.

"Clarke, do you not realize how gorgeous you are?" Bellamy laughed when her blush darkened and he propped his forearms on the table. "Seriously, guys practically drool all over you. I'm going to spend my week beating them off of you with a stick." Clarke snorted and laughed wildly, Bellamy joined in a moment later.

"You're so over dramatic!" Clarke pulled some hair over her shoulder and took in a deep breath as she slumped back in her seat. "But thank you." Bellamy gave her a warm smile that made her stomach flip and she was forced to drop her gaze to the table before she got lost in his chocolate brown eyes.

"I'm just honest, Princess." Clarke laughed it off and pushed some hair behind her ear. Before she was forced to find a new direction of conversation, to distract herself from how caught up she was in Bellamy Blake, the waiter arrived and dropped off their milkshakes promising to bring the food soon after. Clarke immediately pulled the straw between her lips and filled her cheeks embarrassingly full with the chocolatey goodness. She couldn't stop the moan that slipped out after she swallowed causing Bellamy to chuckle at her.

"This is the best milkshake I've ever tasted," Clarke groaned and took another mouthful. "I would seriously marry this milkshake and take it to bed." Bellamy laughed loudly and shook his head.

"It's the old fashioned kind, classic made, it's part of why this is one of my favourite places." Bellamy reached across the table and twined their fingers together. "As for the marriage part, tell it to get in line because I think fake boyfriend gets priority." Clarke's face went the colour of a tomato and she reflexively tightened her fingers around Bellamy's.

"I'll keep that in mind." She mumbled making Bellamy laugh again, Clarke decided she wanted to make him laugh more often, she liked the sound.

A moment later the waiter arrived to drop off their food and Clarke had to check and make sure she wasn't drooling at the sight of the big, greasy burger and mountain of homemade fries. The two of them got lost in their food for a while talking about their favourite meals and places to eat, Bellamy had a thing for small diners and restaurants with delicious food and a homey feel, Clarke smiled at the mental image of them sharing an oversized pizza at the little hole in the wall place he described and had to shake it out of her mind before she got too hopeful.

"And anyway, here I am trying to explain to this man that I can't marry his daughter because I have to go back to the US and do my job. I don't think I was his favourite travelling businessman after that." Clarke laughed so hard she snorted slightly as Bellamy shook his head in embarrassment.

"How on earth did you have him so convinced you wanted to marry her?"

"I was just polite! Holding doors and chairs out for her, I didn't know anything about their culture, it was my first big trip!" Clarke laughed harder and wiped tears from under her eyes.

"I can just picture a scrawny, awkward version of you blushing and stuttering your way through an explanation." Clarke giggled and dipped one of her last few fries into her dwindling supply of gravy.

"Hey! I'll have you know I was not scrawny!" Bellamy protested, feigning an offended look.

"Sure you weren't, Mr. Hotshot," she gave a teasing wink and they shared another laugh as she dipped her fry. "But honestly, I love how exciting your job is, you get to go so many places and meet so many people. It's really amazing."

"It's alright, I mean I'm glad I'm going to be home more often now. As fun as travelling is, it can get lonely sometimes and I miss having home and people I love around me." Bellamy got a far away look in his eyes and before Clarke could stop herself she ran her fingers over the back of his hand.

"That's sweet, Bellamy," she gave a warm smile when he met her eyes. Clarke forced the mischievous grin off her face as she held his gaze and swiftly dipped one of her fries in his gravy. Bellamy's eyes widened and shock and he made a slight sound of protest.

"You thief!" He teased and blustered when she went to dip another, this time Bellamy caught her wrist as she tried to put the fry in her mouth and wrapped his lips around her fingers as he pulled the fry free. Clarke blushed at the intimacy of the action and he twisted his fingers through hers. "Revenge is sweet, Princess."

"How are you guys doing over here?" They both snapped their heads up at the sudden appearance of the waiter. Bellamy glanced down at his watch and met her eyes across the table.

"We should get going if we want to drop our stuff at the resort before the cocktail party." Clarke just nodded along as he turned to ask the waiter for their cheque, she made a subtle move to try and remove her hand from his before she got too caught up in the feeling but he held tight. Clarke chewed nervously on her lip as he turned back to her and grinned.

"Thanks for showing me this place, it's amazing." Clarke gave him a warm smile and played with his fingers nervously, "I'll have to come back some time."

"Just as long as you let me bring you," he gave a little wink and smirked. "Wouldn't want the waiter's getting any ideas about you." Clarke giggled nervously but nodded trying to ignore the longing feeling at the thought of coming back here with Bellamy to share more laughter and delicious food.

Fifteen minutes later they were back on the road, driving in comfortable silence as they enjoyed the lush green of the trees and the cobalt blue of the water in the distance. The beachside resort really was beautiful, even if it was overpriced.

The ride lasted another forty five minutes before they were nearing the large, chic building made of sparkling granite stones, massive ceilings, and large picturesque windows overlooking the ocean. The yard was perfectly manicured and the cobblestones rolled smoothly beneath their tires as Bellamy pulled into the driveway of the Arcadia Resort and Country Club.

"For such a snooty place, it sure is pretty." Clarke mumbled as she stared across the grounds. Bellamy hummed in response and placed a hand on her knee as he slowly steered up the driveway.

"It's not bad, someday I'm gonna show you this amazing little resort about an hour and a half up the beach. You get to rent a private little beach hut, it's like living in your own quiet paradise for a while. Not prestigious, but it has this amazing family feel." He squeezed her knee and tossed a grin in her direction. Clarke smiled excitedly at the thought of sharing a little hut on the beach with the gorgeous man next to her before she forced herself back to reality. Bellamy wasn't really talking about a future with her, he probably meant he would literally show her the location. That was the only thing that would really make sense.

Guys like Bellamy Blake did not end up with girls like her.

Bellamy pulled into the circular drive in front of the main entrance and hopped out of the car. He pulled open the passenger door and pulled her into his arms as he set her on the ground with a grin and a quick kiss on her forehead before he let her go and moved around to the trunk. Clarke kicked herself for instantly missing the warmth of his arms.

"C'mon, Princess!" Bellamy called as he closed the trunk and grabbed their bags. "Let's get checked in and get to that cocktail party!" Clarke bit back a groan as she followed him into the lobby. They crossed to the front desk where the preppy receptionist gave them a tight lipped smile and asked if they wanted to book a room.

"We're actually with the Summer Solstice Festival, we should be pre booked." Clarke watched as the receptionist's eyes lit up and she typed faster, they always brightened when they realized that they were dealing with people with money.

"Of course, what was the name on the room?" She practically chirped as she pulled the registration up on the screen.

"Griffin," she answered reflexively.

"Abigail?" She smiled hopefully, before Clarke could shake her head she felt Bellamy slip his arm around her waist.

"It's under my name, Sweetie," he kissed her temple before turning to the woman behind the counter. "Blake, should be a suite."

"Of course, Bellamy I'm assuming?" Bellamy nodded and she typed for a moment before retrieving their keys and sliding them across the counter. "We'll have your bags brought up right away, and all guests of the Festival receive our five star, continental breakfast free of charge. Here is your itinerary for the week, if there are any questions please don't hesitate to call our concierge who is specially assigned to Festival guests for the duration of the event. The number will be in your room."

"Thank you, have a great day." Bellamy pulled Clarke away from the counter and into the elevator with a sigh. "God people are annoying when they hear you have money." Bellamy groaned and Clarke nodded eagerly in response.

"I know, it gives me a migraine." She pouted and Bellamy reached over to smooth his fingers through her hair as though it might ease her pain. For a moment they could only stare at each other and Clarke was sure she was going to drown in his liquid chocolate eyes.

They both jumped, startled when the elevator dinged announcing their arrival to their floor. Clarke shook the fog out of her mind as they headed to the large, glossy wood door of their suite and Bellamy slid his key into the lock which clicked as they pushed the door open.

"Your palace, my Princess." Clarke laughed as she stepped into the amazing room decorated in an assortment of navy, ice blue, slate grey, and charcoal. There was a large window with an ocean view, smooth dark wood floors with thick rugs, a large closet and what appeared to be a spa like bathroom. Clarke's eyes locked on the massive bed which was piled in pillows and looked like heaven. She had figured they would have to share a bed but her nerves skyrocketed as she stared at it now. "That looks amazing," Bellamy groaned, "I wish we had time for a nap."

"Yeah, really." Clarke mumbled as she slipped off her shoes and fell back onto the bed. She sighed as she sunk into the cloud-like mattress. "This is amazing!" The bed sunk as Bellamy fell down beside her and moaned in a way that made Clarke blush all over again.

"I'm gonna sleep like a baby tonight, I wish I had a bed like this at home." Clarke closed her eyes and nodded as she enjoyed the feeling of the deep, soft bed.

She was certain she had just closed her eyes for a minute when she was gently jostled and felt warm breath on her face accompanied by a deep chuckle.

"Wake up, Princess. We gotta get going or we'll be late." Clarke groaned at Bellamy's comforting voice and wrapped her arms around his neck to try to pull him down to her. In her half asleep state she didn't even think before she angled her lips to his softly and tightened her hold on him.

"Five more minutes," she mumbled sleepily. Bellamy laughed again and returned her kiss for only a second before pulling up away from her.

"As much as I'd love to lay in bed with you all evening, we really have to go, we'll already have to deal with being fashionably late." Clarke slowly realized what Bellamy was saying and jolted upwards, looking around wildly. Outside the window the sun was setting and Bellamy smelled like fresh cologne, he looked as though he had tried to tame his inky black curls but Clarke's hands had once again made a mess of them.

"I'm sorry," she blushed and sheepishly removed her fingers from his hair.

"It's okay, they were bound to get messed up again anyway, I kinda like being able to blame you." He winked and Clarke playfully smacked his chest, he laughed and rubbed his hands up and down her arms lightly.

"How long was I asleep?"

"It was only about twenty minutes are so, you must have been tired because one moment I was talking to you and the next you were asleep on my shoulder." Bellamy twined their fingers and pulled her gently to her feet. Clarke yawned and stretched her body out before giving a nervous grin.

"Thanks for letting me sleep a bit." She stood on her toes to kiss his cheek and scurried to the bathroom with her makeup bag all the while telling herself that the peck had meant nothing.

Clarke and Bellamy took a cab to the cocktail party after she had freshened her makeup and smoothed any creases out of her clothes. Now they slowly made their way into the swanky bar filled with the social elite who chatted about summer homes and VIP events. Clarke tightened her grip on Bellamy's hand nervously and he gave her a reassuring smile.

"It's okay, Princess. We'll make our rounds, say hello, and get back to bed asap." Clarke nodded hopefully and snuggled into his side as the moved towards a waiter and grabbed two glasses of champagne.

"Well, well, well, aren't you a gorgeous couple!" They turned to find Mr and Mrs. Collins grinning at them. Clarke felt her stomach clench at the sight of her ex boyfriend's parents who were both smiling ear to ear.

"Hi, Mr and Mrs. Collins, how are you doing?" Clarke gave a stiff, polite smile and tightened her arm around Bellamy's waist and felt him soothingly rub her back.

"Oh please, it's Sherry and Mark, you know that." Mr. Collins teased, Mrs. Collins gave a tight smile, no surprise considering she believed her son could do no wrong and was still mad about Clarke leaving him.

"Of course, how have you been?" She asked again in a desperate attempt to move swiftly through the conversation.

"Fabulous, as always, although it'd been an awful long time since you check in." Sherry Collins gave a bitter look in Clarke's direction making her divert her eyes.

"That's probably my fault, she's spent most of the past year dealing with our different time zones, trying to find time to talk." Bellamy gave his most charming smile and they seemed to really notice him for the first time. "I'm Bellamy Blake, I work for Walden International Bank. I'm also Clarke's boyfriend." He smoothly extended his hand and Clarke had to bite her bottom lip in an attempt to stifle her laughter at the look on their faces. They were clearly amazed by the charm and success of the man with her, but they were always under the hopes that Clarke would come back to Finn so they definitely weren't happy to meet her 'boyfriend'.

"Oh, I didn't realize you had a new boyfriend, Clarke…" Mark gave a confused look and she smiled softly.

"He's not exactly new, we've been together for a year now." She tipped her champagne glass to her lips and hoped they didn't quiver as she tried to remain nonchalant.

"A whole year? And your mother never mentioned it?" Sherry raised an eyebrow at Clarke with a small smirk as she clearly thought she had found the flaw in Clarke's story.

"Well, we were long distance, it was easier to keep things to ourselves while we figured it out. I've moved back now and we're taking the next step, it's nice to be out in the open though, I like people knowing this amazing woman is mine." Bellamy turned and gave Clarke his most dazzling grin. She blushed and tried to remember they were just acting, playing it up for her ex's parents. She couldn't find the right words to respond so instead she just leaned up and pressed her lips to his lightly.

"Right, well, isn't that nice." Mrs. Collins gritted. Clarke and Bellamy pulled apart and smiled softly. Bellamy turned his head and grinned before gazing back down at her.

"You know I think I see my sister over there, let's go say hello. It was lovely meeting you." He shook hands with Mark and smiled at Sherry lightly squeezing Clarke's hip as he did so.

"It was nice to see you both again. Have a great evening."

When the finally parted from Finn's parents Clarke gave a slight groan. and let her head fall against Bellamy's shoulder. "That was horrible."

"I know, but we gotta get to your mother before they do, so let's hurry." Clarke groaned again but tightened her hold on Bellamy as they slipped through the crowd in search of Abigail Griffin and her date, a politician named Marcus Kane.

When Abby spotted Clarke across the room she threw open her arms and smiled in delight. "Darling! There you are! I've been looking for you everywhere, there are people I want you to meet!"

Clarke reached back and tangled her fingers with Bellamy who squeezed her hand reassuringly as she pulled him through the crowd. Abby froze when she saw Clarke pulling the tall, gorgeous man behind her. Her eyes moved between her daughter and the stranger before lingering on their clasped hands and she quirked an eyebrow.

"Clarke, who's this?" Abby smiled tightly at her daughter although she could see the questions burning in her eyes.

"Mom, this is my boyfriend, Bellamy Blake." Clarke beamed at her mother and turned to her handsome date. "Bell, this is my mother, Abigail Griffin."

"It's amazing to meet you, I've heard so much." Bellamy dropped his million dollar smile and extended his hand, even Abby Griffin couldn't resist that and she cracked a small smile as he respectfully shook her hand.

"I wish I could say the same thing," Abby side eyed her daughter before turning back to Bellamy.

"I can explain that, you see I met Clarke when I was in town to visit my sister,"

"You're Octavia's brother?" Abby's eyes flickered with recognition and excitement, even she had heard the stories about the boy who had made everything out of nothing for him and his sister.

"Yes, anyway I still had to continue working all over for a while so Clarke and I were keeping things private while we did the long distance thing. Now that I'm back for good we decided to be public with our relationship. I wish we'd had the chance to tell you sooner but we've been really busy while I've been settling back in." Bellamy tucked Clarke back into his side and smiled widely at Abby.

"Of course, although I wish my daughter had said something, it does explain your total aversion to even try dating someone I suggested." Clarke nodded and bit her tongue to stop herself from telling her mother that it was mostly because she had bad taste in dates that she didn't take her advice.

"Well, now you can finally meet him." Clarke smiled and pecked his cheek sweetly as her mother began firing off more questions than Bellamy could possibly answer at that speed.

Marcus made his way over and chatted casually with them after a few minutes, he and Bellamy seemed to click instantly and it made Clarke smile. She had always liked Marcus, he had become a father figure in her life without ever trying to replace her real dad. It made her happy that both Marcus and Abby liked Bellamy and for a moment she couldn't help herself from wrapping her arms around him and snuggling against him. Bellamy smiled and wrapped his arm tightly around her waist seeming to enjoy her intimate gesture.

Clarke was blissful for a moment before she remembered that after this week she would have to come up with a story about why Bellamy had left her. Her chest ached at the thought of telling everyone and for a moment she thought it might be easier if none of them liked him. Of course, that hadn't been part of the plan.

They talked to Abby and Marcus for the better part of an hour before branching off, Clarke was sleepy and her feet ached, and truthfully her mood had dropped after her earlier thoughts though she fought to keep her game face on.

After branching off from her parents they bumped into Atom and Murphy, a couple of guys Bellamy worked with, who teased him for getting tied down and he teased that they were just jealous. Clarke had genuinely laughed as she watched the men interact and goof off together, she liked this lighter side of him.

It was almost a half hour later when they finally spotted Octavia winding her way through the crowd, looking amazing in her scarlet red dress and dragging a tired looking Lincoln behind her.

"There you guys are! We've been looking for you everywhere, you look amazing together. I knew I was right." Octavia grinned as she gazed at their clasped hands.

"Thanks, O." Bellamy chuckled and squeezed Clarke's hand softly. Octavia laughed and leaned back against Lincoln's chest with a grin.

"How did Abby take it?" She asked eagerly, Clarke shook her head at her goofy friend and smiled back.

"She totally loves him, Marcus too, you were right."

"I was even invited to the BBQ cookout at Kane's place next week. Apparently we're bringing potato salad." Bellamy and Lincoln shared a laugh and Clarke bit her lip.

"Clarke Griffin. Is that a date you have with you?" Raven Reyes pushed her way through the crowd and placed her hands on her hips as she stared at Clarke. Wick stepped up behind her and grinned awkwardly with a shrug of his shoulders as he watched his girlfriend glare at them.

"Umm… Yes?" Clarke squeaked. Raven stared at Clarke for another awkward moment before turning to examine Bellamy before her mouth dropped open in shock.

"Holy shit! Bellamy Blake? No fucking way!" Clarke blushed and hid her face in her hands but Bellamy just pulled her into his chest and smoothly introduced himself to Raven and Wick before telling their story for what felt like the thousandth time that night.

"And you knew about this?" Clarke peaked her face out of Bellamy's chest to see Raven pointing at Octavia as though she would be the final confirming factor.

"Yeah, they were really serious about keeping things on the downlow until Bellamy came back. I thought it was a better idea anyway. Sorry, but now we get to tease them together!" Octavia beamed at Raven who remained stoic for a moment before turning back to Clarke.

"I'm still a little hurt that you didn't tell me… But I'm happy for you anyway. Just prepare for relentless torture. I got to make up for lost time." There was a pause before everyone started laughing and Clarke shifted to lean her back against Bellamy's chest as everyone took the time to get to know him.

Another hour later and Clarke was absolutely exhausted. She could barely keep her eyes open as she listened to Bellamy and Wick goofing off. The six of them were leaned against a small cocktail table they had claimed in the corner and Clarke could feel herself fading in and out sleepily.

A warm pair of arms wound themselves around her waist and she felt lips brush against her ear as a familiar voice murmured to her. "You look tired, Princess. Why don't we get you to bed?" She only hummed in response and he chuckled placing a light kiss against her neck.

"You two disgust me, I can understand why you kept things private." Raven giggled. She was getting a little tipsy and relying on Wick to hold her upright but she was smiling at them none the less.

"I know, they're like some weird ass fairytale!" Octavia snorted and snuggled up to Lincoln.

Yeah, Clarke thought, the one where Prince Charming pretends to like the Princess so she can survive the ball… She said nothing though as Bellamy laughed and shook his head at their antics.

"Alright you two, I'm gonna take my girl back to the hotel so she can get some sleep. We'll see you all tomorrow." They waved drunken goodbye's as Bellamy guided Clarke out of the bar and into a cab where he snuggled her up to him for the ride back to the hotel.

Clarke poked her head out the bathroom door and stared across the room at her suitcase. Somehow in her half asleep state she had managed to forget her pajama shirt before her shower. Now she stood topless, in just her sleep shorts, trying to figure out how to get to her clothes without being seen. Bellamy was stretched out on the bed watching tv with his shirt unbuttoned, he had offered her the first shower and had been waiting for her to come out. She chewed her bottom lip and wondered if she would combust on the spot if she asked him to close his eyes while she ran across the room….

"Clarke?" She snapped her head up to see Bellamy giving her a curious look. "What are you doing?" Mortified, she gazed down at her bare breasts hidden behind the door.

"I, uh, forgot my shirt… so umm…"

"You're naked back there?" Bellamy teased, Clarke felt heat rush to her cheeks and shook her head wildly.

"I have shorts on!" She growled as Bellamy laughed and stood from the bed. Walking over to his suitcase and carried over what appeared to be a large, grey sweater.

"Here, wear this and get your butt into bed." He smiled and passed the sweater through the door. It was an oversized, crewneck, university sweater that she pulled on over her head. She pulled the sleeves down over her hands and noticed she was surrounded with Bellamy's warm, musky scent.

Clarke stepped out of the bathroom and smiled at Bellamy as he grinned and placed his hands on her hips. She craned her neck to look up at him and he leaned down to lightly kiss her lips, it was a soft and innocent kiss that left a warmth in her belly and made her smile.

"Thank you for tonight, you were amazing." He smiled sweetly down at her and stroked the bare skin of her thighs.

"You did all the work…" Clarke whispered.

"But I had the most beautiful girl in the room." He smiled and pushed her lightly towards the bed before grabbing his sleep clothes off the end and headed for the shower. "Goodnight, Princess."

"Goodnight, Bellamy." Clarke smiled and slipped under the covers of the amazing bed. She let the events of the night run through her head and she thought of how amazing Bellamy was and how easily everyone seemed to get along with him. He made her stomach flip and despite how hard she was fighting, Clarke was really afraid she would fall for him before the week was over…

That night she fell asleep long before Bellamy came out of the shower, but she did awaken just slightly to the feeling of the bed dipping and someone wrapping their arms around her before she fell back into darkness.