a/n: Hi guys I know it's been like a month since I last updated, and I am very sorry, it's just that I am so very busy. Otherwise, I swear, I wouldn't keep you waiting so long. But anyways, you guys have been really supportive and understanding so thank you! Seriously, I really appreciate it. All righty, let the field trip begin. . .

Bellamy Blake was an idiot, I thought, as my head rested against the back of the seat that was in front of us.

We were on the long bus trip to Boston, and I was squashed up against the window, my entire left side in alignment with Bellamy's right side. His thigh matched mine, and his muscled and warm arm pressed into my side. It was slightly distracting, and it was only making the car sick feeling I usually got on long trips even worse.

"I hate to say I told you so, Clarke," I could feel Bellamy's words as he spoke them, the deep timbre of his voice vibrating through his arm and into mine. "But I did tell you so."

"You are so not helping," I groaned out, not wanting to open my mouth too much.

I avoided riding in big vehicles for long periods of time because of just how car sick they made me. And, naturally, today was no exception. But the drugs I usually took to help with the sick feeling also had a side effect of making me ridiculously loopy. And I certainly did not want to spend a four hour trip with my classmates, and Bellamy especially, acting like I'd done a ton of drugs.

I didn't have too look up from where my head was resting to know that Bellamy probably had a huge grin on his face. He was enjoying being right. He'd told me to take my meds, that it wouldn't matter if I was a little weird on the bus ride and that it was better than feeling as if I was gonna hurl for four straight hours, but I'd stubbornly refused. And man was I regretting that decision.

"Bellamy, I can practically feel the shit eating grin you're wearing right now, and it is not making me happy." I ground out, needing to take some frustration out on something.

Bellamy let out a quick snort, but then sobered up, probably not wanting to test me. "All right, all right. What can I do to help? Do you want some water, or a pillow or something?"

There's no way I would be able to swallow water, but a pillow would be nice.

"Pillow," I mumbled into the seat.

Suddenly, strong hands were maneuvering my shoulders so that my face was pressed into something warm and yummy smelling. I froze, realizing that my face was pressed into Bellamy's shoulder, his sweatshirt cushioning my face.

For a second, a flash of fear that I would barf on him materialized, but then I relaxed, pushing my face even deeper into the crook of his neck.

Unfortunately, my body was twisted at a weird angle so that my face was pressed into him, but my legs were still straight, and my stomach was kind of crunched. Bellamy must have noticed my discomfort, because he sighed and pulled my legs over his legs so that I was pretty much in his lap.

I blushed. "Bellamy, stop." But before I could pull away, his hands wrapped around my side, holding me in place like iron bars.

"Come on, Clarke, if it makes you feel better then just stay." He looked down into my eyes, his face teasing but also sincere. "I promise I won't bight."

And, of course, that just had me picturing Bellamy doing naughty things with his mouth, so I stuck my face back into his neck so he wouldn't see my blush.

I sat in Bellamy's arms for the next two hours, dozing off a little at some point.

The next thing I knew strong arms were lifting me up, and I was suspended in air. My eyes opened, and I peered up into the chocolate depths of Bellamy Blake.

I let out a tiny yawn. "Are we there?"

"Nah, Princess, just a food break." Bellamy's arms were still securely wrapped around my body, and I looked around at my surroundings.

The bus was completely empty except for the two of us, and a slight jolt of panic went up my spine. "Oh my god, everyone saw me on your lap, didn't they?"

Bellamy laughed, finally setting me back down on my feet. "Clarke, they think I'm your boyfriend. I'm sure no one thought anything of it."

Yes, but he wasn't my boyfriend. A fact I was very well aware of.

I knew my cheeks were still tinged pink, though. "Oh, right. Well, um, I suppose we should head out then."

Bellamy nodded, taking my hand and leading me out of the bus, making sure I was always just a fraction of a step behind him. I rolled my eyes, the boy was seriously overprotective. It was like he saw danger at every turn.

We walked into the fast food stop and I saw a few of my classmates give me strange, almost jealous, looks. I was getting used to this, however. And I could understand how no one believed that Bellamy would ever really go for me. When I looked at him, it was as if I was staring at this larger than life person. As if he was somehow. . . more.

My grip on his hand tightened, and he looked at me with a smile on his face. I smiled back, even if he wasn't really mine, I could still pretend for a little while, right?

After our food stop, we all got back on the bus. My sickness had passed and this time I talked with Raven and Bellamy. It surprised me how much we all had in common. It was all very easy and relaxed, as if we'd known each other longer than just two months.

Finally, the bus pulled into our hotel, and we all got off, eager to put our stuff away so we could start exploring the city.

I was supposed to share a room with Raven, and Bellamy was sharing with a boy named Lincoln.

Raven and I plopped our stuff on the beds, and got ready to leave. But before we could leave, Bellamy walked in and asked to speak to Raven alone. I gave him a curious glance, and Raven looked just as confused, but she followed him out into the hall.

When she came back in, she picked up her bag. "I'm trading rooms with Bellamy."

I sat up off the bed. "What? Why?"

She gave me a look that said I'mnotdumb. "But I want all the details later." And with that she walked out of the room.

Confused, I followed her out, wanting a better explanation, but I ran right into a wall of muscle and warm flesh.

"Princess."

I took a step back, my body still a little fuzzy from our slight brushing. "Bellamy."

And then I remembered what I'd been doing. I gave him an annoyed look. "And why, exactly, are you switching rooms with Raven, as that is highly frowned upon?"

Bellamy gave me his unreadable bodyguard look. "Clarke, I promised your parents that I would keep a constant eye on you. I can't do that if we're not staying in the same room."

I groaned. "This whole bodyguard thing is so annoying! I do not need 24/7 protection, for fucks sake, who could possibly know that I'm in Boston?!"

A few people walked down the hallway and gave us strange looks. Bellamy grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side of the hallway. "Look Princess," he growled, his brown eyes intense. "I promised to protect you with my life. And I will damn well follow through on that promise, so we are in the same room whether you like it or not."

I glowered at him. I could see his point a little bit; he did have a job to do. But I did not appreciate being ordered around.

"Fine," I said, giving him an icy look. "Have it your way, Agent Blake."

With that, I spun away, waiting for him to follow me.

We walked out of the hotel, joining the rest of my class, where we were all waiting to take our tour. Mr. Jonson was standing at the front, spouting out random facts about the city, which normally I would have listened to, but I was too angry to think about anything besides the fact that I wanted to punch Bellamy Blake in the face.

Soon, Mr. Jonson started our tour. We walked from street to street where he showed us a lot of historical monuments. I had to admit the city was beautiful, but I couldn't fully enjoy any of it while being angry at Bellamy.

By lunch I'd calmed down, and I was starting to miss the brown haired devil. His silence was unsettling, and I just plain old missed the sound of his voice.

When we stopped to eat a cute little bistro sandwich shop, I decided it was time to make nice. I ordered my sandwich and was just going up to him, when I realized he was talking to a girl who worked at the shop. She must have been in college, very pretty with long brown hair and a tall, lean frame. Everything I wasn't.

He said something and she laughed, placing her hand on his bicep and leaning way too far into him.

The sudden pain in my heart almost made me gasp aloud. I turned quickly, sure the pain was still etched into my face. I walked unsteadily over to our table, setting my tray down.

Raven sat down next to me and grasped my arm. "Details now, Clarke. Seriously."

I looked at her, confusion and pain clearly evident in my eyes. "What?"

Raven released my arm. "Oh my god, Clarke, what's wrong?"

"Something's wrong?" Bellamy slid into the seat across from me.

I ducked my head, not wanting him to look into my eyes. I couldn't hide anything from him, my emotions were always written across my face like a book.

"I'm fine. Nothing's wrong."

Of course Bellamy didn't buy that for a second. He lifted my chin, his eyes probing mine. "You're not fine, Clarke. So you might as well just tell me what it is."

Jesus, he was so pushy. Anger flashed in me, and it let me wash the pain out of my expression. "I'm fine, Bellamy, seriously."

He sat back, his fingers leaving my chin, and I missed the little contact with a ferocious pain.

We sat in almost complete silence for the next ten minutes, all of us just eating our lunch. I sighed in relief when Mr. Jonson announced that our tour was ready to go again.

I spedwalked over to the door, not wanting to sit in a confined area with the object of my frustration anymore.

Luckily, the tour was very interesting and did an adequate job of distracting me.

After we'd been walking for an hour or so, we stopped in a little market place, where a bunch of street vendors had set up shop. I walked down the aisles, looking at the different items, all the while feeling Bellamy's eyes on my back.

Down the way, a necklace caught my attention. It was a silver chain with a brilliant blue butterfly charm on it. For some reason, it immediately made me think of Octavia and I knew I had to get it for the little girl. Picking up my pace, I jogged down to the cart.

The line at the cart was a bit long, and I waited for a good ten minutes before I was finally able to pay for the necklace.

Stuffing the necklace into my pocket, I looked up, my eyes searching for my class. I spun around a few times before panic began to settle in when I realized I'd gone farther than I'd originally thought. My class was no longer in sight, and the street vendors were all packing up shop.

I looked farther down and realized that I was practically in the ghetto, and there were a few sketchy looking people walking around.

And that's when the panic really started to set in. I was lost in a foreign city, with a price on my head. I couldn't even remember which way I'd come from.

Some of the people were starting to stare at me, though, so I decided to pick a direction and start walking. Unfortunately, after a few minutes, I realized I had definitely not picked the right direction, and the area only seemed to be getting worse.

I walked around another street corner and ran smack dab into a tall, balding man. "Oh, jesus. I'm so sorry!" I said, taking a quick step back.

"Don't worry about it, baby," was his all too creepy response.

I backed up even farther, until my back hit someone else's chest. It was another man, his eyes gleaming with something that terrified me.

I looked between the two men, and decided that my only option was to sprint as fast as I could, even though I didn't believe for a second that I could outrun either of them.

So I ran, my feet slapping against the pavement. I was too terrified to check if they were following me, I just ran as fast as I could.

I'd only been running for a little bit, before I ran into another chest. I shrieked and strong arms reached out to keep me still. Looking up, I realized that I was looking into the face of a very angry, very scary looking Bellamy Blake.

Instant relief seized me before I realized that I had wandered off in a place where Bellamy had specifically told me to never leave his sight.

I swallowed, my stomach filling with butterflies. I couldn't tear my eyes away from Bellamy's angry face. I'd never seen him so mad, but he didn't say a word. He just grabbed my arm, dragging me into an alley and shoving me against the wall, his body blocking me in, leaving no room for escape.

I gulped, knowing I was about to get a verbal ass whooping. Bellamy's eyes were ablaze, his cheeks stained pink, and I could feel the anger and heat radiating off of him.

I waited for the yelling to start, but it never came. Instead, Bellamy placed both hands on the sides of my face, and kissed me. His mouth was hot and desperate, and I could feel all the pent up emotion and fear in the way his mouth moved against mine. After just a second of hesitation, the way his lips moved against mine was all too tempting, and I reached up to fist my hands in his hair, kissing him back with just as much passion.

His hands moved, no longer resting on the wall behind me. His left arm wrapped around my waist, pushing our bodies flush against each other, and his right hand went into my hair, holding my mouth against his.

I could feel his erection press into the soft flesh of my tummy and it was driving me crazy. The way his muscles pressed into my back was almost too much for me to handle, and I couldn't believe his lips hadn't already melted me into a huge puddle.

Suddenly, Bellamy pulled back, breaking our connection. We were both breathing hard, nobody saying a word, both just staring into each others eyes. Finally, Bellamy disentangled himself, grabbing my hand and pulling me along behind him. I could hardly breathe, much less say anything, so I just followed his lead, my eyes never leaving him as we walked down the cold Boston streets.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, the fact that I'd just kissed my bodyguard registered, and I knew, I was in deep trouble.

Especially because I was pretty sure that I was in love with Bellamy Blake.

a/n: Wooo. I hate to leave you there, but you'll all just have to wait for the second part of the Field Trip.