NOTE: I know I said I probably wouldn't update again for at least a week but this chapter just kinda happened. Hope you enjoy it.

(Bellamy POV)

Bellamy been working a lot of overtime lately to start a savings account toward college for Octavia. Clarke graciously agreed to check in on his sister while on shift.

Last night was the first night he'd had a full nights rest in over a week. It must of helped his brain functions kick back in because he forgot to do a bunch of stuff including grabbing his mail. He hadn't recalled picking up the mail (bills?) all week. Maybe he should have Octavia do it from now on. He's hoping it hasn't piled up too much when he spots her tending to her own mail. Just when he's about to get her attention (make a snarky comment), a young man with long straggly brown hair steps up to her. Bellamy sizes Prettyboy up and decides he doesn't like the look of him especially once he hears him call her "princess" and she responds in an elevated tone "You don't get to call me that." Bellamy smirks at that. You tell Prettyboy that's not his nickname any more.

Pretty-boy looks stricken but it doesn't deter his obvious advances. This only adds to Bellamy's annoyance.

As Bellamy gets closer he can hear more of the conversation. "You had a girlfriend, Finn. A girlfriend that you failed to mention. A girlfriend that lives in this building. That I was friends with." She looks so sad in that moment, so disappointed. Bellamy ponders whether or not she's ever looked at him like that - the thought makes him a little sick.

"Clarke, I should have told you. I know that now. Can we just talk about it?" Bellamy rolls eyes. He notices that Clarke does too. This guy can not be serious.

"There's nothing left to say." With that said, she attempts to move away but Prettyboy (Finn?) grabs her arm and pulls her back.

"Let go of me."

"Please Clarke just five minutes. I love you."

"Dude." He didn't intend on getting involved but as soon as Finn touched Clarke he couldn't hold back his tongue. Shit he was barely holding back host fists.

They are clearly startled though he spots a little bit of tension leave Clarke as soon as she recognizes him.

"The Princess asked you to let her go."

Finn retorts "this is none of your business."

"She's my..." Bellamy briefly considers using friend but that doesn't feel right, neither does the term he ends up using. She doesn't have a category he realizes, "... Neighbor. And I'm super protective of my neighbors."

She raises an incredulous eyebrow at him, mouthing "super protective of my neighbors" with an obvious smirk.

He just smiles at her. She is smiles back. When Finn notices, he releases her arm like he's been burned and glares at Bellamy. Clearly frustrated, Prettyboy turns away and mutters that he'll talk to Clarke later.

She huffs and goes back to her business.

Bellamy saunters towards her, waiting for some acknowledgement from her. Nothing. Sarcasm is dripping from his lips when he says, "You're welcome Princess."

She turns to him then, "I can fight my own battles."

"Never said otherwise."

She sighs, looking more tired than usual. "Thanks Bellamy." He can tell that she's being sincere when she says it. She turns away then, heading in the direction to their apartments. He hurriedly grabs his mail to catch up with her.

"Hey Clarke, I know that we didn't exactly get off on the right foot..."

She stops and fixes with this look and he's already aware of what she's thinking. It's in that instance that he realizes had their introduction to each other gone differently, their relationship all together might be very different as well. The thought terrifies him.

"OK, OK, OK... I may have misinterpreted your intentions when it came to my sister."

Clarke doesn't make it easy on him, "Yeah, and?"

He laughs because of course she would expect him to expand further. He smirks at her then says, "I'm Bellamy Blake. My mom died and left me to take care of my younger sister. I don't know what the hell I'm doing." His tone is serious and the smirk has gradually left his features.

Clarke eyes him for some time before responding. He's rubbing his neck, feeling like a complete asshat (God now he's using that word), and about to just walk away when she holds her hand out to him.

"Hi I'm Clarke Griffin."

He shakes her hand "Nice to meet you Princess."