Clarke POV
I never opened my eyes before I wake up. Instead, I would roll onto my back and take everything in with my other senses. It was quiet, but nothing eerie. I tilted my head to the side and sniffed. Aside from the lemon of the shampoo I used, something rich and warm coated the pillow. I adjusted a little bit, the smooth sheets sliding across my bare legs. Sunlight danced gently on my eyelids, beckoning for me to get up. Slowly I gave into the sunset wishes.
The room had white walls with a few pieces of black and white photography hanging from them. A gray wardrobe sat off to the side and was accented by a desk across the room under a wide window. Heavy dark gray curtains hung till about halfway with a tree covering the window view. The sheets and duvet I lay in matched the color of the drapes, but the pillow was white as well. The one night stand with a white marble top had only a glass of water and a clock.
The room was well put together, which I'm assuming that Octavia had a part in. As nice as it looked, it felt unwelcoming. The lack of furniture in a spacious room was off-putting. I sat up and leaned against the wooden headboard, finding it rigid and unforgiving. My stomach grumbled a little louder than it should have signaling breakfast. I swung my legs over the bed, quickly retracting at the cold hardwood. I settled them down before I climbed out of bed and exited to the hallway.
The whole house was silent, the only sound was my feet releasing from the hard floor. The hallway opened up to a large room. Space was mainly taken up by a living room space, a gray couch and two matching armchairs faced a T.V. Tucked back into the corner opposite was the kitchen. The cabinets were white and the appliances were black. An island separated the two different spaces topped with marble. It was cold as the rest of the house as I ran my fingers along the slick surface. My fingers brushed one of the cabinets, about to open them, when the front door swung open and sunlight flooded into space.
When the door closed and the bright lights retreated the person who stepped through was Bellamy, a very sweaty Bellamy. As he walked closer to me, his sweatiness and naked chest became even more apparent. He brushed past me and pulled cabinets open. I stood silently as he shook a protein drink together. He tipped the bottle back and the sludgy liquid moved slowly towards his mouth.
"You know bottles are for children right?" I said making fun of him. He pulled the bottle away and wiped his mouth with his forearm.
"You know most girls that sleep in my shirt and my bed only have nice things to say about me when they can actually form words." He said raising an eyebrow as heat crept up from the neck of said shirt.
"Well, I didn't seek it out." I regretted that immediately and I felt the blush creep up to my ears. What kind of response was that?
"While you may not have, you can help with breakfast," He pulled out a carton of eggs and sat them on the island. "I hope that you know how to make scrambled eggs." I opened up the carton as he placed the rest of the ingredients around me.
"I didn't know that this was yours...or that Octavia stuck me in your room," I said pinching the shoulder of the shirt.
"Well, Octavia doesn't tend to ask for opinions. She does make some good choices sometime." I watched his eyes drift down to the bottom hem of the shirt which stopped just shy of my butt. The blush returned very quickly and in full force. A smirk peaked the corner of his mouth and he turned to the stove.
We cooked primarily in silence and side by side when we both needed the stove. When he reached into the fridge and pulled out a package of bacon.
"Ok, you seriously aren't gonna cook bacon without a shirt on are you?" I spoke up.
"Well, I wouldn't be opposed to if you wanted to give me the shirt off your back." He said looking over and down at me. I turned my gaze up to him and watched his eyes harden and dilate. I made an involuntary noise at the sight of him.
His smirk grew as he turned his body towards mine. He was in my personal space, the back of his hand hovering in front of my thighs. He hooked a finger under the hem and started to pull up the side while he placed his hand on my opposite hip. Once he had inched the hem up to my hip his eyes finally grazed down. Mine followed his down eager to see the tan lines contrast with pale skin where my underwear should have been. His thumbs brushed over the lines and his smirk turned darker. He started pushing us back until my skin touched the cold marble, making me hiss.
His finger hooked under my chin, forcing me to look at him. His pupils dilated and blended with what was left of his Iris. His other hand slipped down over and stopped on my inner thighs. I bite my bottom lip and the involuntary sound came back getting a breathy chuckle out of Bellamy. His hand started moving slowly up my thighs when a voice broke out from down the hall Bellamy.
"If you burn my food Bellamy, there will be hell to pay." Octavia's voice broke out. I froze while Bellamy calmly backed away and went back to the food like it was nothing. I had recollected my breathing when Octavia walked in.
"Oh good, you're up. I forgot to give these to you last night." She said handing me a pair of leggings which I scooped up and headed to the bathroom I used last night.
I was fucking soaked upon discovery and I couldn't do anything about it. I unfolded the leggings, still no underwear, and tugged them up. I ran my fingers through my rat's nest of hair and walked back to the kitchen. Octavia was setting places around the table while Bellamy was portioning everything out.
"Sorry if Bellamy messed up the portions. We only normally cook for two, three is a rare instance." Octavia said pointing to apparently my seat which was next to her and across from Bellamy.
"Yeah, Octavia's boy toys can't make it through when they see her embarrassing collection of stuffed animals." Octavia hit Bellamy with her napkin after he said it but it didn't stop the smile on his face.
Breakfast was really good after a night of work. Octavia dragged me off to her room to leave Bellamy with all the dishes. Her room was the most colorful I'd been in the whole house. Her walls were a speckled gray and white rugs along the floor. She sat me on the bed, a light blue hue, while she went to root through her closet for clothes for the both of us.
"This um might be weird to ask but can I...borrow some underwear since I don't really wanna wear mine from yesterday?" I said as she shuffled through shades of blues and black.
"Yeah." She said digging into a cubby box and grabbing a couple pair. She tossed them at me before going back to work. "Don't worry about bringing those back anyway. I didn't like how they fit."
They were almost exclusively lace and thongs. I shifted through the few and picked the one that looked least like lingerie as possible. She held two shirts out to me, one was tight and ribbed while the other was some baggy rock band crop top. Just so I could actually be comfy, I picked the crop top.
While I normally didn't have any problems with dressing, but exposing my privates to a new friend didn't sound like the best idea. I slipped out of the room and back into the bathroom. I pulled everything on, thankfully the underwear fit but the thong was something I wasn't used to and ran a brush through my hair. I grabbed a hair tie from the doorknob and pulled the top half into a braid. After yanking a couple more knots out, I emerged and ran smack into Bellamy.
"That desperate Princess? Intercepting a poor man on his way to a shower?" He said with a hand clutching a towel that was wrapped around his waist.
"Stop tormenting my friend," Octavia said sticking her head out of her door and giving me an out. I brushed past him and turned into Octavia's room to finish getting ready to go shopping.
To get me to actually go shopping is a huge feat, to get me to like is an entirely different ballpark. Shopping with Octavia was a little awkward for the first twenty or so minutes until she finally caught on to my personal style which was a one-eighty from what I was wearing. Once she saw me pulling more flowy and light colored shirts, she got the memo. From there on, I had a personal shopper and again, I was her dress up doll.
Aside from getting stuff for different shifts, I picked up more workout clothes and fall sweaters. As excited about work clothes, Octavia was pumped about the fact that she saw almost every occasion of clothing. The amount of shopping that I did today was well beyond any that I had done in the past year combined. And outfits to her also included shoes, hair products, makeup, and plenty of accessories. Finally, we collapsed into comfy armchairs and waited for someone to bring us our coffee orders.
Before we parted, she took my work purchases from me.
"I'll get these cleaned up and put in your dressing room. They will be ready for your next shift."
Her Uber got there before mine did so I waited with my piles of bags in Starbucks for my car to arrive. It was taking forever, twenty minutes went by before I got a text from the dude.
"Sorry, standstill traffic. Gonna have to cancel your ride." Great, I said looking at all my bags. I was just about to call another ride when another text popped up, Bellamy.
"You left your normal clothes here at the house and Octavia is freaking out if need them or not. Do you need them?" It was my favorite hoodie that was over there right now.
"Yeah but I'm having trouble getting a car right now with the traffic right now. I can swing by in like an hour or so and get them."
"I'll come to you. Still at the mall?"
"Yeah. In the Starbuck."
"OK, be there in about 10."
I got in line and ordered a muffin so it didn't look like I was just there for the WiFi. It was ok for lonely high school students. The time went and I still didn't have a ride. The door kept ringing with new customers, but I had given up checking to see if each one was Bellamy.
"Looks like my sister was at her normal damage again." I heard him say while picking up most of the bags.
"Yes, your sister did damage on my money."
"Sounds about right. Come on." He said picking up the rest and walking out of the store.
"I can carry some," I said working a few from his fingers.
"I've learned to accept it after having Octavia for a sister." He stopped in front of a black sports car, shocker, and fished a set of keys out if his pocket. Once he opened the trunk he started placing my bags in.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like Princess? The doors are unlocked if you wanna get out of the sun." He said while working the rest of the bags in. I slipped into the car which was still a cool from the AC. The closing trunk shook the car a little and Bellamy settled into the driver's seat. Once he started the car, rock music blared from the speakers. I jutted back and his hand whipped out and turned the music down to a comfortable level. I heard him chuckle as he pulled out of the lot.
"So, where to Princess? Where do you wanna drop all this off at?" He asked looking at me before he had to make a decision on which way to go.
"University of Washington," I said just loud enough that I hoped that he would hear me. He looked over at me with a blank expression.
"Well, at least now I know why you needed the money. The princess goes to a princess school."
"Do you know how to get there?" I said pretty cynically.
"Oh course." He said changing into the lane for the next exit.
We didn't talk at all until he got on campus and I had to direct him on where to go to get to my dorm. There weren't many people walking around on campus, which was nice even if most people didn't know who I was. Bellamy walked behind me, holding a little more than half of the bags. I put up a protest when he went to grab all of them from the car. The plastic was cut off a little circulation to my fingers and I forgot the length from the nearest parking lot to my side of the dorm. I struggled with swiping my student ID to get us into the building, but I got it around the third or fourth try.
I rested my bags on the floor of the elevator up since we didn't have to share it with anyone. My fingers were barely relieved before I had to pick them back up again. I moved probably a little quicker through my floor, hoping that I wouldn't run into anyone and have to explain.
"Can you calm the motor, Princess?" Bellamy said halfway down the hall while I was already at my door.
"No, I can't. Now would you pick it up?" He didn't. He just let me stand there for a couple of extra minutes while he worked his way down to me. He swept through the door first, bag almost not being able to squeeze their way through the doorframe. I wrestled with the door and my small collection before forcing everything through the door.
He had placed all the bags he held up on my bed which I followed as well. He was flexing out his fingers, the bright red that was similar to mine was creeping back up into the rest of his body and turned to me.
"So, does the Princess have a bathroom in her room?" He asked rubbing a couple of his fingers. I pointed the door that was ajar and dark. I was gonna make a snarky comment out if he stunk up my bathroom, but he had already disappeared. I turned to the mountain of bags, picked the closest one to me, and started to go through everything in. I had successfully cut off the tags of a few tops when my front door just opened.
"Oh! I thought that you were like dead or something. Jasper had come up with these crazy conspiracy theories on why you weren't...well anywhere." I felt arms coil around me and start to squeeze. Dark arms drew the baggy shirt around my waist, Wells.
"I'm fine Wells. No need to worry all that much." I turned to face him and saw the last bits of anxiety fade away into content. Well, that was until I saw that he noticed the pile of bags on my bed and confusion plastered his face.
"What happened here?" He said walking over to my bed and shuffling through all the different bags. I froze and searched for anything that would sound ok. But the one that I picked really wasn't that great, to begin with.
"One of the girls down the hall is a fashion major. She wanted to make an abstract project and bulk up her portfolio. So she begged me to be a "model" and she took me shopping this morning. She got a couple other girls, so she just wants us to go through and see what works." That was literally one of the worst excuses that you probably could ever come up with. I tried to keep a straight face when I hear a small snicker from the bathroom, telling me Bellamy was listening in.
Luckily Wells was either just weirded out by the amount of bag, the laugh from the bathroom, or just my excuse in general that he couldn't say anything When he finally could put something together, it was a hot mess. "So you're gonna model now?"
"Trust me, I still am a little weirded out by all of this too. But she says that she really just needs pictures for Instagram, so how scandalous could it be?" The confusion was lessened a little bit in his face but still was definitely there.
"Umm...ok. Good luck with that….Anyway, a couple of us are gonna go off campus and get sushi tonight. I came up to see if you wanted to come with us."
"Sounds great! When and where are we meeting?" I said going back to the clothes and trying to seem like I was interested in them.
"I was gonna come get you around 8. And I think that the place is a little nice, so I would avoid jeans." He said hesitantly.
"Yeah sure. Sounds great."
"Ok! Great! I'll come get you later tonight." He said with a giddy tone.
"See ya, Wells."
"Bye Clarke." He said with a smile on his face as he backed out of the door. As the door closed and locked, Bellamy emerged from the bathroom.
"Thanks for not coming out and making everything so much worse," I said breathing a sigh of relief and leaning against my bed.
"Why did you lie about the clothes?" he said quietly.
"i-i-i don't know. I could really tell him the truth because-"
"What's so wrong with the truth? That you were out with my sister shopping?" His face contorted.
"No. Your sister is great. It's just that if he knew about her, then he would know about work and-"
" He doesn't know where you work? So you sure ashamed of working at the club?" he crossed his arms over his chest.
"No. He just doesn't know and right now isn't the best time to tell him about all of this." I said gesturing my hands to him, my clothes, and the bags covering the bed.
"Because it wouldn't fit into your plan, Princess. Working in a dirty club doesn't fit in with the Princess going to her princes's school and meeting prince charming-" He said leaning and stepping closer to me
"I think that you should leave," I said with my back pressed against bed frame completely.
"Truth hurt you a little too much?" he said cocking his head, eye blazing down at me.
"I just think you should leave," I said trying to hold my ground against him. He stepped even closer to me, his shadow completely enclosing me.
"Don't worry about coming in tonight." was all he said before stepping away and slipping out the door. I relaxed my body which caught uncomfortably on the plastic and paper bags. I gazed fixed on the fan and just watched it go round and round and round.
Bellamy POV
The speedometer crept up past 80 and was approaching 90. Ashes from my fifth cigarette drifted a couple times onto my forearm, pissing me off even more. It was a shocker that I got to the gym in one piece and without a ticket. I busted into the locker room and ripped into my locker, taking my clothes off.
Getting dressed gave only the tiniest amount of time to cool off, but I could still feel my blood coursing widely through my veins. It was hadn't been enough time for the walk of the locker room to the nearest punching bag. I wrapped my hands sloppy in tape and swung my fists into the leather.
I barely felt the normal buckling of my wrists and elbows that came along with the punches. I didn't feel the few times that my knuckles opened up. Only when I had run out of breath did I noticed the blood smeared on the bag. I reached for a spray bottle and a rag to wipe up my mess. Blood from my knuckles had started to already to drip down to my wrists and forearms.
"I'd hate to be that guy." Some lunk said walking past me. My blood had turned to a shimmer, but I still could have taken a swing at someone if I felt like it. I stalked off to the locker room to change back into my clothes. I didn't speed as much on the way home, but I stalked off to my room and dug into the nightstand. My hands closed around a blunt and lighter. As the flame danced to light at my thumb commanded it, I sunk down onto the bed and took a deep drawl. It burned
