Hey guys! I know it's been forever since I last updated but I've been super busy with work! Hope you enjoy the chapter! I took a bit of inspiration from Bridget Jones' Diary for one scene. Those of you who have seen it will hopefully know what I mean! I do not own any of the 100 or Rookie Blue for that matter!
"God Octavia, I think we have enough chips and dip here to feed an army" muttered Raven, as she stumbled into the living room with an unnecessarily large pile of groceries in her arms.
"Yeah, and enough liquor to drown them" Clarke laughed, following Raven through the doorway to settle the last of the beer cases onto the floor.
Octavia had been planning this party for weeks now, running around the apartment like a chicken with its head cut off and claiming it was their 'initiation' into the squad. Clarke had thought the initiation process was over considering the amount of pranks, coffee runs and boring lectures she'd had to endure for the past month. Not to mention the fact that all of said pranks, coffee runs and boring lectures were mainly due to one infuriating man: Bellamy Blake.
That being said, she had to admit (internally to herself of course, never out loud) that Bellamy was beginning to grow on her. Their constant arguing and general distaste towards each other had simmered into playful (but sometimes still lethal) banter and a certain level of tolerance. It was small things at first, like the fact that he knew how she took her coffee or that she couldn't eat most of the pastries at Starbucks due to her nut allergy. Then, he began to insist that when they got coffee, they go to the small pastry shop that she knew for a fact carried peanut-free muffins. As the small gestures continued, Clarke found herself less irritated with Bellamy Blake for being an asshole, and more irritated by the fact that he may not be such an asshole after all.
Of course, then he would go and open his mouth and they would be back to square one.
"Clarke.. hello?" Octavia was waving a hand in front of her face with a questioning expression.
"Sorry, what were you saying?" Clarke asked, coming back from her strange internal monologue.
"I said it sucks that Finn can't be here tonight" she said with a pouty look on her face.
"Yeah well he's pretty loaded down with work right now, especially since we haven't gotten very far with this new case" Clarke said. She was surprised by how little it bothered her that Finn wasn't able to make it to their party. They had gone on another date, a movie this time, and he had been nothing but a gentleman, but for some reason she still wasn't sure if they were clicking.
"Anyways, I don't need to worry about men tonight. I need to keep my eye on you two and your poor victims" she laughed as her two friends exchanged looks of feigned shock and offense.
"Keep your eye on Octavia, not me. Wick is a detective and totally not my boss so totally okay to date" Raven said with a glint in her eyes. Nothing had happened between the two thus far, but there had been a lot of harmless flirting and glances exchanged and Raven seemed set on moving to the next step tonight.
"Hey! Lincoln is… okay yes he is my boss, and one of my brothers best friends… but he's also the sexiest man I've ever laid eyes on so therefore the other two points are moot" declared Octavia, but the two girls didn't look convinced.
"Oh stop giving me those judgmental looks or I won't let you raid my closet AND I won't do your hair and makeup!" she snapped, sending her friends a challenging look. They both sighed in defeat, knowing that without Octavia's expertise they would be lost causes.
Octavia looked from one friend to the other, smiling with satisfaction, "Alright, who's first?" Both girls grimaced.
What felt like an eternity later, the three girls were finally ready and now found themselves in the living room sipping on some relatively cheap champagne (it always got Octavia in the mood to party) and attending to various party tasks.
Clarke had to admit that Octavia knew how to work wonders with hair and makeup, and Clarke felt like a different person once she'd had her turn in the chair. She had a light charcoal smoky eye and a deep red lip which always went well with her bright blond hair, which thankfully had been left natural and wavy down her back. Octavia had forced her into a tight black dress (much to her dismay) that landed just above the knee and dipped low in the front to show a generous ("but still classy" Octavia had assured) amount of cleavage. Clarke was sure that any future parties with their staff would be much more casual, but Octavia had insisted to everybody that tonight would be a dress up night in case they decided to hit the bars later.
Octavia was stunning of course in a dark green dress which dipped very low in the back, something which Clarke could never wear due to the need for extra support on top. To add to the dramatic back, Octavia had chosen to wear her long dark hair in a high ponytail as to ensure that everyone (meaning Lincoln) got the full effect of the dress. Raven was sporting a little red number which clung to her lean figure perfectly. Of course, you could put a garbage bag on Raven's body and she would still look incredible.
"Clarke, I can't find the last case of beer, I think we left it in the trunk. Could you run out and look for it? You're the only one with your shoes on already" Octavia asked as she wandered out of the kitchen.
"Don't we already have enough beer?" Clarke pouted. The idea of going out into the cold night with such a small amount of clothing on was not ideal.
"It's Heineken though, that's Lincoln's favourite. I'm sure we bought a case but it isn't in here" she whined. Clarke sighed; of course Octavia had managed to find out Lincoln's favourite beer.
"Alright, keep your pants on. But if I get solicited out there in this outfit, there will be hell to pay" she muttered as she traipsed her way out the door and very carefully made her way down the stairs.
Once outside, Clarke meandered her way around the parking lot until she found their truck. They had put all the beer into the truck bed and she had thought for sure she'd checked that it was empty. However, low and behold there at the back was Lincoln's case of Heineken, and when she said at the back she meant at the very back.
Realising that she was most definitely going to have to get into the truck bed to actually retrieve the beer Clarke muttered a few curses, although there was no one around to hear them. She pulled the tailgate down and hoisted herself up onto the back of the truck, vaguely aware that she was probably getting dirt and dust all over Octavia's pretty black dress. She positioned herself on her hands and knees so that she could effectively crawl to the back of the truck bed and just as she was about the reach the cursed case of beer she heard a low whistle from behind.
Clarke froze, hoping at first that it was a party guest who had arrived early. However on second thought, she would take a stranger over someone from the division seeing her in this precarious position any day.
"Well if that's not an invitation princess, then I don't know what is", spoke a deep voice. Clarke felt all the blood drain from her face and it took everything for her not to begin banging her head repeatedly on the metal truck bed. Of all the people and all the places.
She sighed, knowing she would have to turn around eventually. She swivelled her body so that she could effectively sit on her behind and tuck her legs underneath her butt. It was a struggle but then again he'd already gotten quite the eyeful.
Bellamy Blake stood at the end of the truck bed looking even more handsome than she could have ever dreamt (not that she has dreamt about that, nope). His hair was dishevelled as always, curls hanging in front of his forehead and nearly into his dark eyes which were practically glittering with amusement. His lips were turned upwards into that all knowing smirk and it took everything for her not to crawl forward just to slap that look off his face. He was dressed in simple dark jeans, a black t-shirt and a leather jacket. Not very formal, but like Raven, he seemed like one of those people who could pull off just about anything.
"What do you want Blake?" She snapped, trying unsuccessfully to hide her embarrassment.
He looked away from her eyes then, taking his sweet time running his gaze from the tip of her blond head to the end of her heeled toes. Once his gaze flicked back to her own, she felt something simmer low in her stomach, but quickly squashed the feeling with a scowl.
He arched an eyebrow at her, "You sure you want me to answer that question princess?"
She swallowed thickly, uncomfortable with the way he was looking at her.
"Look, could you just help me already. Clearly I've embarrassed myself enough for the night, and oh look it hasn't even started yet"
Her outburst seemed to break the mood, or whatever it was that had just settled upon them. He pushed the tailgate up and she frowned in confusion, did he really think she couldn't push it back down herself? God he was so immature. He then circled around to her side of the truck and reached in to pick up the case of beer with ease. Clarke could feel her cheeks heating with embarrassment as she realised that with her heels on she most certainly could have reached over the side of the truck and done the exact same thing.
She was about to defend herself to whatever comment he might make but before she could get a word in he reached back into the truck, tucked one hand under her knees and the other under her arms and effectively lifted her right out of the truck bed.
Clarke could feel herself growing hotter, and she wasn't sure if it was because of the embarrassment of the situation or the fact that Bellamy had all but lifted her out of the truck like she was as light as feather. He set her down right in front of him so that her back was pressed against the side of the truck and when he didn't make any move to give her more space she felt her stomach do a somersault. Her skin was burning from where he had touched her and with him standing so close she felt as though she couldn't think straight.
"I would have done it that way, but without heels on I normally can't.." she began, trying to get them back to some semblance of normalcy.
"I liked your way better" he interrupted, his voice was deep and almost husky sounding. She found that her cheeks, among other body parts, were heating up even more (if that was even possible). Of course he liked her way better, he was male after all and he had gotten quite the view of her thanks to Octavia's stupid excuse for a dress. His eyes were running over her face now, as if trying to read her mind and as if on cue she felt herself go blank.
She was unsure of what to say next, seeing as what he had said was only slightly suggestive. If she reacted angrily he would probably tell her to learn to take a joke. If she said something flirty, god knows he would make fun of her until the end of time. And since when did the idea of flirting with Bellamy Blake even become an option?
"Octavia's going to kill you" she said suddenly.
This seemed to peak his interest, he leaned closer to her, placing his hands on the truck behind her and effectively caging her in. "Oh really? Why's that?" he questioned, titling his head to side with curiosity.
"You're wearing a t-shirt and jeans, that's hardly formal wear" she commented.
He raised his eyebrows at her and she could have sworn she saw a hint of disappointment in his eyes and a slight frown form on his lips before he sighed and pushed himself away from the truck and from her. She furrowed her brows as she watched him run a hand through his wild locks out of what seemed like frustration. Where had he thought she was going with that comment? Why else would Octavia want to kill him?
It took him only a second to compose himself and he was back in front of her, invading her personal space and smirking. "Well you know what they say princess, you can take me out but you can't dress me up"
She blinked slightly; "I don't think that's how that goes…" she began, but she was cut off by the sound of Octavia's voice coming from the front of the building.
"Clarkeeyy, what's taking you so long? Don't tell me you got solicited out here by a tall, dark stranger after all?" Octavia called, cackling to herself at her own joke.
Bellamy's eyes snapped back to Clarke's and he raised an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes at him and finally pushed passed him, breaking their physical proximity.
"No tall, dark strangers O, just your brother." Clarke called back laughing.
"Bellamy! What are you doing lurking about in the shadows? You know that's not the best way to pick up girls" Octavia cackled to herself again, clearly the champagne was working.
Bellamy rolled his eyes at his sister and reached down to pick up the case of beer.
"The princess here was just having some trouble getting your case of beer out of the truck. Luckily I swooped in and saved the day" he claimed dramatically.
"My hero…" Clarke mumbled as they headed back into the building.
The party was soon in full swing, and after only a few drinks Clarke found herself in the midst of a beer pong tournament with none other than Bellamy. He had grabbed her from the kitchen and claimed that she had to prove herself as his rookie, and although they fought about it for a good ten minutes, she eventually agreed just to shut him up.
After just a few games, Clarke quickly discovered something new and not at all shocking about Bellamy Blake; he was extremely competitive. Lucky for him, Clarke was quite the competitor herself and she happened to be an excellent beer pong player. They had sailed through to the top of the competition and their last opponents now stood facing them with ride or die looks on their faces.
Clarke wasn't sure how Octavia had managed to swing Lincoln as her partner; he didn't seem like the drinking game type, but as she watched the two of them huddled together pretending to plan strategies she didn't know why she ever questioned O's skills. It was quite clear to everyone at the party that there was something flirtatious going on between the two of them as he practically lifted her up and twirled her around when they won their third game, and Clarke had found herself glancing nervously at Bellamy to see if he had caught on.
Fortunately for Octavia, Bellamy's desire to win (and also the liquor he had been consuming) seemed to have clouded his usual keen observational skills. At the moment he was shouting profanities at Murphy (who had invited him anyways?) for some unknown reason and was clearly not paying attention to his little sister and her beer pong partner.
Clarke was the first one to throw and the ball landed perfectly with a splash into the first cup. Before she could cheer, Bellamy grabbed her from behind and squeezed her waist, letting out a loud whoop and throwing Murphy the middle finger. After a few games and many drinks, Bellamy had become much more comfortable with her and much more touchy feely. Even so, a shock still ran through her body every time he squeezed her waist or laid his hand on her shoulder.
The game continued like this, until Clarke and Bellamy had two cups left and Lincoln and Octavia only had one. Clarke bit her lip nervously as Lincoln took his turn. She watched as the ball landed swiftly in the cup, but she ducked down fast enough to blow it out before it could sit safely.
"Has my girl got skills or what?" Bellamy said and he and Miller high fived. It seemed that a few people had made bets on which team would win, and Miller had put down 50 on Bellamy and Clarke.
Clarke felt her insides shake as Bellamy's voice rang through her mind. He had called her his girl. Before she could think of anything else, she thought of Finn. And she felt guilt. She had no idea why she was feeling guilty. It wasn't as if she and Finn were officially an item, and her and Bellamy were only playing a stupid game of beer pong. Yet for some reason she felt as though they might as well have been fucking on top of the kitchen table.
She shook herself out of her stupor, shocked that her mind had actually gone there.
"It's your turn princess", Bellamy said, handing her the ball and throwing her a delicious smile.
She turned back towards the table and realised that as she had been thinking her inappropriate thoughts, Bellamy had sunk his ball, leaving only one cup.
She took a deep breath, bent her knees slightly and took her shot.
She knew the shot must have gone in because Bellamy grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, not seeming to care if they trampled anyone in their wake.
There were cheers all around, and money being exchanged but all she could concentrate on was the feeling of sliding down Bellamy's body as he lowered her to the ground. She felt her feet hit the floor, but didn't feel the weight of his arms leave her waist.
He grinned down at her and she gazed up at him. He looked strangely youthful with his cheeks flushed, teeth bared and eyes shining. It was like a punch in the gut.
"I could kiss you princess" he said with a chuckle and Clarke felt a wave of shock roll through her.
"I'm going to go see if Octavia needs help cleaning off the table" she said suddenly, lamely.
His smile faltered, but only for a moment.
"Sure thing partner" he said, clearing his throat awkwardly and releasing her from his hold.
Clarke quickly turned away from him and headed towards the bathroom, only vaguely realizing that she had told him she was going to the kitchen.
Bellamy watched her retreating form for a moment before turning to find Lincoln to claim his bragging rights. He wasn't quite sure what was going on with him tonight, maybe it was the alcohol, but for some reason he couldn't seem to tear himself away from Clarke Griffin.
She looked beautiful, but that was no shock to him. She somehow managed to look hot in the most unflattering of uniforms, so of course that tight black dress would look amazing. He almost wanted to thank Octavia for forcing her to wear it, but that would A: be weird and B: probably lead to a conversation he did not want to have.
He wasn't quite sure when he had gone from hating her, to tolerating her, to actually genuinely liking her, but he was pretty sure he was moving on to the next phase of his denial. He thought back to earlier in the evening outside of the apartment, when she had been crawling into the bed of her truck with her ass in the air. Yup, he was definitely moving into the next phase.
But it wasn't just the fact that it had given him one of most appealing sights he had ever seen. It was also the fact that in that moment he had thought 'of course, this would happen to them'. It had ignited some kind of fondness in him as he had watched her cursing silently to herself as she turned to look at him with defiance in her eyes.
He sighed, running his hand over his face in an attempt to clear his mind.
He found Lincoln standing next to Octavia in the kitchen, they were both watching as the beer pong tournament turned into a flip cup tournament. He watched their interactions for a moment, their hands were so close as they stood by the counter they may as well have been holding them. He shook his next thoughts out of his mind. Lincoln would never do that. He was Bellamy's best friend, and not to mention Octavia's training officer. This was Clarke Griffin's fault. Clarke Griffin was driving him crazy.
Clarke dabbed some water on her forehead and cheeks, knowing fully well that if she ruined her makeup Octavia would kill her. Being upstairs and away from the crowds had cleared her mind and she was ready to face the party again. Just as she was about to open the bathroom door she heard two female voices outside of the bathroom, clearly gossiping. She couldn't make out the entire conversation, just bits and pieces of what they were saying.
"He picks a different rookie every year you know…"
"…can't blame her though, I mean have you seen that hair? And those eyes?"
She frowned and her stomach dropped. Were they talking about her and Finn?
The girl spoke again but in her reverie she didn't catch what had been said. She focused in on the conversation again, picking up new pieces.
"… have you seen him down there with Clarke? She's basically all over him. Isn't one enough for her?"
Clarke felt her heart stop, they weren't talking about her and Finn, they were talking about her and Bellamy. Was that what people had seen down there? Her throwing herself at Bellamy?
She missed another piece of conversation in the heat of her anger, so she focused again on the door. Trying to make out what they were saying.
"I heard they hate each other.."
"… she'd be crazy to even try anything with him though. He's a total cheater, did you know that he slept with his fiancé the day after the two of them made partner together in homicide"
Clarke felt her blood boil even more. So Bellamy had worked in homicide. And he had slept with someone's fiancé? It dawned on her that they were most likely talking about Finn. It would make sense since she knew how much they disliked each other.
She felt as though everything was falling into place. Bellamy had been making comments about Finn being 'too free' when really it was he who was the cheater. And to make things worse, the girls had said he picked a different rookie every year. Was that what everything at the party had been about? The looks outside by the truck, the beer pong game, all the excessive touching. She felt nauseous as his words replayed in her mind "I could kiss you princess". Was he trying to make history repeat itself? Show Finn that he could still one up him by getting his girl?
Clarke would be damned if she would be a part of his fucked up game. She quickly opened the door, feigned a smile at the two girls (Harper was one of them, of course) and stormed past them.
Once she made it downstairs she began picking up beer cans and cups, hoping people would get the hint that the party was coming to a close. She glanced around for her roommates, hoping they were on the same mind track as her, however she was disappointed to find them still in full party mode. Lincoln and Octavia could be seen through the opening to the kitchen. He appeared to be teaching her (in a very hands on manner) how to properly flip a cup and she was grinning from ear to ear as she feigned ignorance (Octavia could wipe the floor with anyone here at flip cup). Raven was in the living room dancing up a storm and being sandwiched between Monty and Jasper. The three were belting out the lyrics to Madonna's "Like a Prayer" with a very enamoured looking Wick watching.
In seeing her friends, Clarke was brought back to reality. She wasn't going to ruin their night just because she was having a shitty one. She would just go to bed and help clean in the morning. She knew for a fact that Octavia and Raven wouldn't be doing any cleaning tonight.
She was just about to head down the hall when someone grabbed her by the arm and turned her around.
"Rumour has it princess that you're just as good at flip cup as you are at beer pong. But I'm not so convinced" Bellamy said with a challenging grin, motioning for them to head into the kitchen.
It took everything for her not to scream at him. Instead she shook her head, "I'm going to bed Bellamy".
"Well okay if you insist. I'm willing to bet you're good at that too" he said with a smirk.
That was all it took.
"Fuck you Bellamy. You might be cheater, but I'm not and I definitely don't involve myself with people who are" she snapped. She almost felt bad for a moment, because the look of shock and hurt on his face seemed so real that it made her want to take back what she had said.
His face went from shock to anger. "Well aren't you just a fucking hypocrite" he snapped back, his voice low and dark. Clarke didn't even take a moment to think about what he meant by his statement. Instead she sent him one last glare before turning on her heel and storming down the hall.
Bellamy stood stock still as he watched her walk away from him; for the second time that night. Only this time his confused feelings were for a much different reason.
"Hey Bell, what was that about?" Octavia asked tentatively, showing up at his side. Clearly they had given the party a bit of a show.
He quickly composed himself, knowing that Octavia would try to see right through him.
"Nothing" he shrugged, shooting her a smirk, "Must be that time of month for our princess".
Octavia gave him a pointed look that said she clearly didn't believe him but he was already moving past her. His eyes searched the kitchen until they landed on Harper's dark brown ones. She smiled seductively at him and he smiled right back. All he needed was a good fuck to get this whole thing out of his head. And he certainly wouldn't be thinking of a certain fiery blonde while he did it.
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