Okay guys! Sorry to disappoint that this isn't a full chapter, but I decided to post a little preview of the next update just to let you know I'm still writing and haven't forgotten about this story! Again, so sorry for the extended delay. School is just finishing up, which means more homework, which means more stress, which means less time to work on this story. Hopefully the wait wasn't too long (I know that cliffhanger was a bitch, haha)
But anyways - enjoy the sneak preview! Much love as always for the comments! You guys have no idea how much it means to me, and how much you enjoying it means to me. Xoxo.
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"Octavia. Octavia!"
Clarke reaches for her wrist, stumbling onto the wood as they step off the stairs. She curses, curling her fingers around Octavia's arm and pulling her from the direction of Bellamy's room.
"Calm down!" Clarke hisses, because fuck - they're screwed, they're totally screwed. "You're acting like a crazy person!"
"You're boning my brother and I'm the crazy one?"
Clarke scoffs, and Octavia shoves her, peeling her hands from her skin. Fucking ninja. She runs towards the bedroom door, the bedroom door Clarke was just pressed against only hours earlier, and she twists her hand on the knob, pushing it open.
Clarke curses and runs after her, arriving just in time to see Octavia pull the covers from Bellamy's bed.
He grumbles, his eyes fluttering open as she rips the remaining sheet from his body. Clarke notices the irritation in his glare as Octavia reaches for him, and she shakes her head, watching as she drags him from the mattress by his ear.
Bellamy scowls. "The fuck, O?"
"Clarke?" she barks, clutching his face between her hands. "Are you serious?"
Bellamy's eyes widen. He glances at Clarke.
Clarke raises her hands. "Oops."
"You guys are fucking insane," Octavia mutters. "My best friend and my brother are secret fucking lovers."
Bellamy winces. "Not lovers."
"Yeah," Clarke agrees, nodding. "Don't be dramatic, we're just fuck buddies."
Octavia groans, dropping her forehead against her palm, and Bellamy presses his lips together.
"How long has this been going on?" she demands, and she steps away from them, pulling at her hair. "Days? Months? Have you done it anywhere near my bed? Because if you have, I'll fucking ring you up by your panties, Griffin."
Bellamy raises an eyebrow. "Yikes."
"Yeah, yikes. So spill. What the fuck is going on?"
Clarke crosses her arms over her chest. "I'm not saying anything until you calm your crazy ass down."
"Calm my crazy ass down? Are you - "
There's a light knock on the bedroom door, and Octavia huffs as she turns away from them, placing her hands on her hips. It pushes open, and Lincoln enters, his chest exposed with a tin white t-shirt and his eyes wide with concern.
Clarke glances at Octavia, watching the tightening of her jaw.
"Is everything okay? I heard yelling." He looks at Octavia and raises an eyebrow. "O? What are you still doing here? I thought you were just leaving - "
Octavia shakes her head, her eyes wide as she waves her hands. Lincoln narrows his gaze, and then he glances at Bellamy, muttering as he watches the tightening of his mouth, the intensity of his set shoulders.
Bellamy stares at them, his eyes burning in that familiar way Clarke knows too well. And so does Octavia, because she curses as his glare hardens.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Clarke closes her eyes, tilting her head to the ceiling. "Dear God."
He steps towards them. "Octavia," he hisses, and she crowds closer against Lincoln. "What. Is he. Talking about?"
Octavia grimaces. She glances at Clarke, who shakes her head and looks at Bellamy, who literally won't stop fucking sending daggers towards Lincoln, who is just standing there like he just got a kick to his groin and - shit, this isn't going to end well.
She watches as Bellamy clenches his hands into fists, and yeah, this really isn't going to end well.
"Uhm." Octavia looks between them, and Bellamy tilts his head. "After party?"
Bellamy swears, grumbling under his breath. Clarke shakes her head.
"You slept with my little sister?" he accuses, and she steps in front of him, pressing a hand against his chest.
Lincoln raises his hands. "Listen, man - "
"My sister," he hisses, and Lincoln looks like he's about to piss his God damn pants with the fear in his eyes. "You've got to be fucking kidding - "
There's a thud against the bedroom door, and Raven enters the room, her hair untamed and falling from her ponytail. Wick follows in behind her, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he ruffles a shirt over his head.
"I don't know who the fuck is yelling this early in the morning but - " she pauses as she observes the room, her eyes glancing from Clarke pushing Bellamy back to the rang of Octavia's wide eyes. She crosses her arms over her chest. "What the hell is going on here?"
Clarke swallows thickly, glancing at them. None of them move, not even making a sound.
Raven sighs deeply and closes the door behind her.
Okay guys! That's the first scene - hope you enjoyed it! Again, sorry for the delay. But school is almost done and I'm hoping to have this chapter up by the end of next week. Also, if you guys have any questions about this story and what to look forward to, don't be shy to tweet me your questions! My account is Bellarke95 , and I'll answer them as soon as possible :)
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