I hope y'all like the flashback in this one, it's another one of my random ones so I'm anxious to hear what y'all think! :) I'll apologize ahead of time for any typos lol
Chapter 46
Bellamy watched his sister come into the apartment, her hand tightly entwined with Lincoln's. He looked across the room at Clarke, smiling when he caught sight of the chocolate batter smeared on her jaw.
"Hey, Princess", he called as he made his way into the kitchen.
"What, Bell", she asked, bustling about the small room.
He followed her hurried movements until he finally pulled her to a stop. He looked down at her, smiling as annoyance seeped into her blue eyes.
"Babe, I love you, I do, but I'm trying to get dinner on the table", she huffed, tiny tendrils of blonde hair framing her face.
"You're beautiful, you know that", he said with a smirk.
"Why thank you for commenting, but if there's nothing I else I've got to get the cake out of the oven", the blonde said, beginning to move away.
"Wait", Bellamy said, one of his hands raising and his thumb wiping away the smudge of chocolate, "You had a little something on your face."
His grin widened as Clarke chuckled, her blue eyes dancing with her mirth.
"Thank you, Mr. Blake, now go and talk to your sister's boyfriend", she ordered.
Bellamy groaned, but went to do as she'd said. He found Lincoln sitting alone on the couch twiddling his thumbs.
"Where's O", Bellamy asked as he sat down.
"She said something about changing clothes", Lincoln replied.
"Ahh, what did you two do today?"
"We went to the new art exhibit on Manchester. It's really good, you should take Clarke."
Bellamy thought for a moment before smiling, "You know what, that might make a perfect second date."
"O thought she'd really like it", Lincoln agreed.
Just then Octavia came breezing into the room, adorned in a fluffy pair of pj pants and a white sweater. She sat down beside Lincoln, curling against his side as he wrapped one arm around her.
"What are my two favorite boys talking about", she asked as she toyed with the chain her boyfriend wore around his neck.
"We were just talking about how much you and I thought Clarke might like the art exhibit", Lincoln offered.
"Oh Bell, you've got to take her! She'd love it", Octavia exclaimed excitedly.
Bellamy chuckled at his sister's exuberance, "I'll talk to her. That woman's been so tied up with the shop lately it's hard to whisk her away."
"I heard that", Clarke yelled from the kitchen, "No chocolate cake for you, Bellamy Blake!"
"Aw come one, Princess! I was just expounding my beautiful fiance's impressive work ethic", Bellamy whined.
"Uhuh, I'll think about it", the blonde said with a sassy grin, "Come and get it!"
Bellamy made his way into the kitchen followed closely by his sister and Lincoln. He'd put the coming conversation from his mind whiled he and Lincoln chatted, but now the worry niggled it's way back into his mind.
Clarke must have noticed because she took his hand as she sat down beside him. Her gaze searched his as her thumb slowly began to stroke back and forth across his knuckles.
The meal began, everyone filling their plates with the steaming food. They ate in silence, their mouths full, except for the occasional groan of pleasure. After everyone was finished, Bellamy decided it was time to get this discussion over with.
"O, Clarke and I decided it was time for a family meeting", he said nervously.
"Aw Bell! You know what happened last time", Octavia said with a roll of her eyes.
"I know, but this is different. There's something I have to tell you", Bellamy said.
Octavia's eyes widened, filling with tears. "Bell, are you dying?"
Bellamy ran a shaking hand down his face in utter exasperation. His sister was not going to make this easy.
"No, O, I am not dying. I met our father", he blurted.
He watched as his sister's features hardened and her gaze became frosty.
"Well good for you", she spat, "I don't want to have anything to do with him."
"O, don't be that way. He was wrong for leaving us, but he had his reasons", Bellamy protested.
"If she doesn't want to meet him, she doesn't have to", Lincoln defended harshly.
Suddenly, Bellamy felt Clarke behind him. One of her hands came to rest on his shoulder while the other rested just below his hairline, her fingers toying with his dark curls.
He watched as Lincoln shrank back, and he could only imagine the stormy expression his Princess wore. Her words were chilled when she spoke, but her hands remained gentle.
"Lincoln, you and I are here for moral support only. This is between Bell and O", the blonde said before turning to the other girl, "This is not your brother's fault, so lashing out at him will only serve to make me angry. If you want to get all this anger out in the open, go yell at your father because your brother doesn't deserve that."
Bellamy could have laughed at the comical expressions worn by both his sister and her boyfriend. Clare could be scary when she wanted, he'd seen it first hand many occasions.
The funny thing was that most people always pegged him as the overprotective one in their relationship, which he was. However, the Princess didn't allow anyone to hurt him either.
Bellamy had had a rough night, coming home beaten and bloody after a less than fruitful debt collection. Thankfully Clarke had spent the night with O, so she was there to patch him up when he came dragging in at three that morning.
He could still feel her gentle hands as she cleaned away the blood and ghosted over his body checking for internal injuries; could still see the way her hair fell in her face, sleep clouded her eyes, and his t-shirt hung on her thin frame.
He'd take both girls to class before arriving late to football practice. Unlike some of the other guys, he got special privileges. Being the star quarterback definitely had its perks. However, some of his teammates didn't really appreciate this.
Bellamy got into position as they all lined up for the first play of daily practice. He yelled the appropriate "Blue 52", and then took the ball when it was tossed his way. He was just about to line up a throw when out of nowhere Beau Higgins sacked him.
He fell to the ground, the large defensive end on top of him. He rolled the guy off and then tried to sit up, quickly finding he couldn't. His chest was on fire, and it took all of his concentration to keep pulling air into his aching lungs.
He saw the coach making his way over, but a certain blonde haired angel made there first.
"Bell, are you ok", she asked, worry evident in her tone.
He tried to answer, but he didn't have the oxygen. He shook his head, closing his eyes as her hands began to work on his shirt. Her gentle fingers moved along his rib cage, poking and prodding lightly.
Bellamy felt her brush back a lock of hair from his forehead, her voice quiet as she spoke.
"One of your ribs are broken, but I don't think it's punctured the lung."
He nodded, and then felt another presence beside him.
"What is it, son", the coach asked.
"One of his ribs is broken", Clarke answered for him.
"Darn it, Higgins", the coach yelled.
Bellamy opened his eyes in enough time to see the guy smirk, triumph sparkling in his eyes. However, Clarke had seen it too. She jumped up, her scrawny fifteen year old legs carrying her to stand before the monster defensive end.
"You did that on purpose", she said with hands on her hips.
"You don't know what you're talking about", Beau snarled.
"You wanna bet", the blonde fired back.
"What are you gonna do about it small fry", the senior chuckled.
Then Clarke launched herself at him, she got in one good punch before Miller managed to pull her off. Man, was Bellamy thankful for Nate, who held the screaming Princess in his arms.
"Don't you ever pull a stunt like that again, you hear me! I'll wipe that stupid smirk off your face", the little blonde yelled.
Bellamy smiled, groaning as he tried to sit up.
"You've got quite the little bodyguard, Blake", the coach said with a smile.
"Yep, that's the Princess for you. All fire and no good sense."
Nate was still struggling with Clarke when Bellamy finally decided to end his suffering.
"Easy there, Tiger, you wanna help me up", he called.
Bellamy watched as Clarke's struggling ceased and she immediately made her way to his side.
"Here", she said as she gently helped him from the ground, an arm banded around his waist to keep him upright, "Let's go, I'm taking you home."
"You don't have a license, Clarke", Bellamy said tiredly.
"I have a learner's permit, and I learned from the best", she smirked.
"Easy there, Tiger", Bellamy said placing a hand atop Clarke's where it rested on his shoulder.
"O, I know you don't want to have anything to do with him, but believe me when I tell you that your refusal to meet him will hurt you more than it will him. You'll always wonder what could have been, while he rests easy knowing he tried. So, just give it a shot. We'll do it together", he finished.
Bellamy watched as O smiled slightly, nodding. "Alright, Bell, I'll meet him", she answered quietly.
"Thanks, sis", he grinned.
"Now who wants chocolate cake", Clarke chirped.
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