It's been two days since he introduced himself/ verbally accosted his neighbor, Clarke Griffin. And she keeps popping into his head. His sister acts like she's some sort of saint. It certainly seems like Clarke's got a savior complex. Bellamy can still hear her voice "I will be here for her whether you like it or not." She may appear all goody two shoes but she's a little feisty too. If it wasn't for the fact that she keeps sticking her nose where it doesn't belong, he probably would have hit on her. A smirk grows on his face just considering what her response might be to that.
Don't get him wrong it's nice to know that Octavia has a friend she can count on but he's just not sure if Clarke's ideas about what's good for Octavia align with his own. In fact, he's pretty damn sure they'd have a difference in opinion.
It also doesn't help that he seems to have lost all sway when it comes to Octavia. As far as she's concerned, he's - what was the word? - an asshat. He's still trying to figure that one out but he guesses it's not a term of endearment. He's wondering if Octsvia heard the term from the "saintly" Clarke as he unlocks the door to the apartment, entering to find the two of them at their dining room table giggling and eating popcorn over some textbooks. "Aren't you supposed to be studying,Octavia?" He glances at Clarke "Princess."
She immediately stares daggers at him. He only chuckles, "You don't like being called Princess, do you, Princess?"
"I don't think we've reached a point where you get it call me by a nickname especially since it's so clear that it's not complimentary."
He responds in his most sarcastic tone "what could possibly make you think that?" A smug smirk makes an appearance and he shrugs, "Too bad, Princess. I like it, seems fitting."
She retorts, "Fine then... Dickface." Turning to his sister "no offense Octavia."
Octavia just smirks "It's ok. He knows I think he's an asshat."
"Watch it" he growls out. This whole conversation is only giving him more evidence that Octavia is getting some negative habits from Clarke Griffin. "Once again, aren't you supposed to be studying?"
"We are taking a much needed break." Octavia replies, hoping to appease her brother. "Besides Clarke already helped me memorize all of the bones in the human body. It's just some reviewing that we need to finish. We have loads of time. We were waiting for the pizza before we dive back in."
Looking pointedly at Clarke, "You're staying for dinner?"
"Yes, tutoring nights have kind of become our girls nights too. Is that a problem?"
"Don't you have anything better to do than hang out with your 16 year old neighbor?"
"Hey-" Octavia protests but is promptly ignored.
"For your information, I happen to enjoy being around your sister. Just because I'm in college doesn't mean I can't have friends outside of that world. Maybe if you weren't such a miser, you'd know that we are just having some fun."
He knows he should keep his mouth shut but he can't seem to help it. He kinda likes getting her riled up. In his most charming (sleaziest?) tone "Oh, I know how to have fun." And then he winks.
"Eww gross Bellamy..." Octavia groans, shaking her head, hand covering her face.
However, he can't bring himself to regret his words because Clarke's face is priceless. There's a brief moment of shock that flutters across her face only to be replaced by pure rage. If it wasn't so funny, it would be a little terrifying.
Next thing Bellamy knows Clarke is gathering up her things with a quick "I'm done."
"Octavia feel free to come over later and hangout. We can finish reviewing then." Sparing an outraged glance in Bellamy's direction she continues "Maybe it would be best if we do your tutoring sessions at my place." With her things in hand, she kisses Octavia on the cheek and heads out.
Before she is completely out of earshot, Bellamy says loud enough for her to hear "Didn't mean to get your panties in a bunch."
She stops immediately, turns on her heels and is mere inches away from his face in seconds. In a tone so low he knows only he can hear it "Nothing..." she slowly drags her eyes down his body with a look of utter disgust to emphasize her point "Nothing about you would ever get my panties in a bunch. I don't see much more than an inflated ego and bad attitude." Then she's gone.
He only mildly recognizes Octavia admonishing him.
In fact, he's still staring at the space Clarke was occupying when he mutters "Brave Princess."
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