Clarke

Senior year was supposed to be one of the best years of your life. Parties and friends and freedom.

Unfortunately, my senior year would consist of being under constant surveillance by a rude, too hot to be true, secret service agent.

"Damn, Princess. Nice uniform." Speak of the devil.

I turned to find Bellamy in St. Michael's standard uniform of dark pants, a collared shirt and a plaid tie, with a dark blue jacket tucked under his arm. And, of course, he looked anything but standard. His dark brown hair was swept across his forehead and my fingers itched to push it back. His tanned skin looked even browner in contrast to the white button up.

In one word, he was sexy.

And that pissed me off. Especially since I did not look sexy. The girls uniform of blue knee high socks, a plaid blue and green skirt, and a starch white shirt did not have the same effect on me as Bellamy's uniform had on him.

"Pig," I shot back, trying my best to look apathetic.

He just smiled. "Well, are you ready for the first day of your last year of high school?"

"Yeah, I'm sure this year'll be a blast," I said, lacing my words with sarcasm.

As we talked, we started walking towards the school. I lived in an apartment complex with my parents that was only a few blocks away from the school, and I had always used the morning walk to school as a time to be alone and prepare for the day. Looks like that was no longer going to be an option. Bellamy had taken up residence in my apartment building. I didn't know exactly which was his apartment, but I had my suspicions that it was the one right next to mine.

Bellamy nudged me in the side with his elbow. "Why not? I remember my senior year. It was one big party."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, well I doubt you had a government official following you who was ordered to report your every move back to your parents,."

Bellamy had the decency to look embarrassed. "Huh. I guess not.

I gave him a smug grin. "Thought not."

"Ah, well. I bet you're a bit of a nerd anyways, Princess. I doubt you'll get into much trouble."

What an asshole. "You're an asshole."

And I am not a nerd." I glared at him. "I know how to have fun."

He just laughed. "I'm sure you do, Princess."

God, he was annoying. I shoved him, but he was so much bigger than me that he didn't even miss a step. "I thought I told you not to call me that."

"Ah, yes. I do remember you saying something like that, but you're just so cute when you're angry."

Fucking hell. It was going to be a long year. Luckily, we'd reached the entrance to the school. I pushed open the door with every intention of storming off, but Bellamy's hand reached down to grab mine. Startled, I looked up at him in shock.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked, trying to ignore how warm and tingly his hand made me feel.

"I'm holding my girlfriend's hand, Clarke." Bellamy said, a smile on his face. "That is something boyfriends do, isn't it?"

I didn't answer. "You have had boyfriends before, haven't you, Clarke?"

This was so embarrassing. I could feel the red that stained my cheeks.

I tried to pull my hand out of his grip, but Bellamy pulled me back and I found myself just a little too close to his broad shoulders. His brown eyes looked down into my blue ones. "You've never dated anyone."

I shoved his chest, trying to create some space between our bodies. But he was just too big and would not budge.

I sighed. "I guess not, Bellamy. Now will you please let go of me."

He finally released my hand, and I hitched my bag up wanting to get away from him. Striding over to my locker, I fumbled with the lock, finally putting the right combination in.

"Clarke Griffin." Called a high pitched voice from behind me. "You have not changed a bit, have you."

I cringed. Great. It was already starting. Back in ninth grade Rachel Lenser had made it her personal mission to torment me however she could. Nothing super obvious, just little grating comments or looks that somehow made me feel like less than dirt.

Plastering a smile on my face, I turned to her. Rachel had long, brown hair and the body of a supermodel. Needless to say, she was a hit with the guys. "Hi, Rachel. How was your summer?"

She smiled, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Busy. My mother wanted to go on a tour of Europe. But hey, what are you gonna do?" She gave me a once over that made me want to shrink into a little ball. "Don't you look great, Clarke. You really pull off the whole curvy thing."

Ha. Curvy. Another way of saying I wasn't model skinny.

I'd been here for about five minutes and I already wanted to go home.

Just then, a strong arm wrapped around my waist and warm hot lips touched my neck. I almost moaned at the feeling of wet kisses being placed on the sensitive skin behind my ear. Oh, god. That felt nice.

Bellamy's voice shook me out of my drugged state. "Nice to meet you. I'm Clarke's boyfriend, Bellamy."

Rachel had a look of pure surprise on her face that made me grin like a mad woman. I'd never seen her look so shocked.

"Well, we should really get going. Right, Clarke?" I nodded. "See you later, Rachel." I said, giving her one last smile that may have looked more like a smirk.

I took a deep breath as soon as we were out of Rachel's earshot. "Thanks for that, I guess."

"No problem, Princess." Bellamy grinned. He removed his arm from my waist, and despite myself, I missed the heat and security it had brought me.

"So, what class do we have first?" He asked, sticking his hands in his pockets.

I frowned at him. "What do you mean we?"

"Oh no," I groaned. "Please do not tell me that you are in every single one of my classes."

Bellamy gave me a crooked grin. "I would, but I probably shouldn't lie to my girlfriend."

God, there really would be no getting rid of him.

Bellamy

I glanced over at the girl sitting next to me. She had the tip of her pencil in her mouth, her attention completely focused on our history teacher, Ms. Kurtz.

Clarke Griffin was not what I had been expecting. She was awkward and shy, and somehow, she brought out every protective instinct I had. I mean I was her bodyguard. But it wasn't just the job. I felt a fierce need to protect this adorable, nerdy blond girl. And I had no idea why.

Damn. I was in trouble.

The only reason I'd taken this job was because it payed so well. It's not like I'd wanted to play babysitter for a year. And I sure as hell did not want to have to pretend to be a high schooler. I hoped no one was expecting me to turn in any work, because I was not doing that.

I nudged Clarke with my shoulder. She looked over at me, an annoyed expression on her face. "What is it? I'm trying to pay attention, Bellamy."

I just grinned. Getting this girl riled up was just too easy. Her emotions were always right under the surface, totally visible on her face.

"When's lunch?"

She just rolled her eyes, focusing her attention back on the teacher.

I grinned at how cute she was when she scrunched up her nose.

Yep, I was in trouble.

Clarke

It was impossible to listen to anything my teachers had to say with Bellamy sitting next to me. He was constantly poking me, prodding me, or just generally trying to annoy me. The boy was impossible.

I couldn't be happier when lunch rolled around.

Bellamy followed me through the lunch line as we picked up our food. And damn, could the boy eat. He grabbed three sandwiches, two servings of fruit, and two slices of cake.

"Jesus, Bellamy." I looked at his plate in awe. "How is all of that going to fit in your stomach."

He grinned, patting his belly. "The stomach wants what the stomach wants."

I just rolled my eyes, but soon perked up when I saw my best friend across the cafeteria. She waved at me. "Clarke! I've been looking everywhere for you."

Walking up to Raven, I smiled and gave her a hug. "Thank god, I thought I'd have to eat alone," she said, smiling back at me.

I grinned. "Would I let you eat alone?"

Bellamy cleared his throat from behind me, weaving his fingers through mine. I'd almost forgotten about him. Almost.

"Oh, right." I turned to Bellamy. "Uh, Bellamy this is Raven. Raven, this is my, uh, boyfriend, Bellamy."

Raven looked from him to me to our intertwined hands. "Um, okay. And when were you planning on telling me about this hot new boyfriend, Clarke?"

I blushed. "Uh, I meant to tell you earlier." I took a seat at the table, pulling Bellamy down with me.

Bellamy swept a hand through his hair. "It's nice to meet you, Raven. I was starting to think Clarke didn't have any real friends."

I gasped, kicking Bellamy from under the table. "You are such a jerk!"

Raven just laughed, and I glared at her. What a traitor.

Raven saw me glaring at her. "Oh come on, Clarke. It's kind of funny."

I just rolled my eyes, refusing to laugh with them. "Oh, I see how it is."

Bellamy took my hand in his again. "Ah, don't be made Clarke. You're still my favorite girl."

I wished he wouldn't say things like that. I knew we had to pretend to be a couple, but he didn't have to lie like that.

"Yeah, whatever."

"All right." Raven clapped her hands together. "I need to know how you two met."

I froze. Damn, maybe Bellamy and I really should have worked on our cover story.

Bellamy, however, seemed to have no problem making a story up on the fly. "Well, we met on a plane over the summer. And Clarke was just so nervous about flying." He leaned over towards Raven, giving her a wink. "In fact, between you and me, I think Clarke was gonna puke she was so nervous."

My eyes widened. The little fucker. "Excuse me, I was not going to puke."

He just gave me a patronizing smile. "Sure, you weren't, Princess." He turned back to Raven. "Anyways, she was so nervous and I was sitting next to her, and the poor thing just could not let go of my hand, and-"

I broke in. "You are exaggerating." I looked over at Raven. "He is seriously exaggerating. I was not that nervous."

Why were we even having this conversation. For fucks sake, this had never even happened!

Then I noticed Raven looking between us with a huge smile on her face. I frowned. "What?"

She just smiled. "You two are pretty cute."

Argh. And I couldn't even argue with her. Because, of course, Bellamy was supposed to be my boyfriend.

My only saving grace was the fact that I was in Guitar 3, and Bellamy had a study hall the last period of the day. Luckily, Bellamy had never picked up a guitar in his life and couldn't just join an advanced class.

As the final bell rang, I quickly slipped out the back door of the school. I just needed a break from my ever present 'boyfriend.'

I hitched my bag up my shoulder, blending into the busy mass of New York traffic.

I felt a tiny bit bad about ditching Bellamy but I needed room to breathe. And that boy seriously had a way of stealing my breath.

Stopping at a food vendor for a pretzel, I contemplated just not going home. I could crash at Raven's for a few days. Maybe while I was gone my parents would come to their senses and realize that they were just being overprotective and that I didn't really need a 24/7 guard.

I snorted. As if that would ever happen.

Suddenly, an arm grabbed me out of nowhere.

I shrieked, my other arm flailing out, trying to ward off my attacker.

"Get off me!" I shouted, doing my best to wrench my arm out of my assailant's grip.

"Calm down, Clarke!" Bellamy's voice was loud and hard. "It's just me."

I visibly relaxed, but only for a second, before I remembered that I'd completely ditched him.

And then I tried to tear my arm away with even more fervor than before.

But alas, Bellamy's grip was that of steel and I was going nowhere.

Slowly, I turned to face him, careful not to look directly into his eyes.

"Would you like to explain yourself, Princess?" His voice was rough, and it sent a little shiver down my spine.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I sighed. "Um. I'm sorry?"

Bellamy's fingers lifted my chin up roughly and my eyes opened of their own accord. His brown eyes looked absolutely fierce, and to be honest it scared the life out of me. Gone was the teasing bad boy. This man was not to be messed with.

"I'm only going to say this once, Clarke." I nodded, trying to diffuse the tension between us. "I am here to protect you. And by god I will do that if it kills me, but the only way I can do that is if I actually know where you are. Do you understand?"

My heart sunk. His protectiveness only made him that much hotter. And now there really would no getting rid of him. So I nodded. "Yes, I understand."

"Good," he smiled at me, taking my hand in his. "Then let's go home."

a/n: As always, I am open to all suggestions.