I cannot believe the amount of love that I've received for this story already! I wanted to write the second chapter sooner, but I was busy drowning my liver in whiskey to get through my finals week. Anyway, I'm here now and hoping this second chapter gets just as much love!

I'd also like to say that I sneezed and erased half of this chapter so this is how my life is going at this point.

XOXO

"You're smothering me, Bell."

"I'm checking up on you, O. It's your first time on your own."

Green eyes narrowed at the tanned boy in front of her.

"If you're calling me every night I'm not really on my own, am I?" Octavia's tone was sickly sweet and she cocked her head to the side with a sarcastic smile gracing her lips.

Bellamy let out an agitated breath that blew the fringe out of his eyes. "Okay, I'll try to lay off. Maybe I'll only call every other day." The corners of his lips tilted up as he pushed away from the table and stood. He leaned down and kissed the top of his little sister's dark hair.

She couldn't help the way the smile on her face spread. "Shut up, Bell."

Bellamy walked backwards and held his hands up while he half shrugged. "And come over more often, O. My apartment is only a 15 minute bus ride across campus. You don't have to pretend that you don't go to school with your big brother." Kissing his fingers and blowing her a kiss, he turned and felt the wind get knocked out of him when something solid slammed into his stomach.

"Seriously, man? Is this your M.O. or something?"

Wind rushed back into his lungs and he looked on the ground in front of him to see a mess of books and blonde.

No words could escape his mouth as he just gaped at the girl on the floor in front of him.

"Clarke!"

Bellamy registered that his little sister was running to help the girl that had plagued his dreams for the last month. He watched, open mouthed, while the two scrambled to collect her fallen books.

"I'm so sorry about that Clarke. Bellamy was just leaving." Octavia glared at her older brother while she helped the blonde to her feet.

The blonde turned her baby blues onto him and brushed the fly away hairs out of her face much like she had the morning she attempted to sneak out of his room.

"Bellamy…" His lower stomach twinged at the sound of her trying his name on her tongue. Her head tilted slightly to the side and he tried not to react to how innocent it made her look. "Cat got your tongue?" She winked at him and his stomach twinged again.

"Bye Bellamy…" Octavia emphasized, glaring daggers at him as she linked her arm through Clarke's and dragged her to the table.

Shaking his head didn't clear it from the fog like he had hoped and he made his way to the coffee shop entrance as quickly as his long limbs would take him. With one more glance back at the two girls laughing and talking at the table, he walked out of the café.

Octavia watched her brother leave and then turned her eyes to her study partner. "I've never seen Bellamy so flustered. Do you guys know each other?"

Clarke choked on the sip of coffee that she was stealing from Octavia's mug. Sputtering, she pounded her hand on her chest and tried to stop coughing. "We uhh… We've… Run into each other a couple of times." Clarke worded her sentence carefully and averted her gaze to the open textbook in front of her.

"Huh…" Octavia chewed her bottom lip and narrowed her eyes in thought. "Maybe he's just having an off day." The brunette shrugged one shoulder and pulled her mug out of Clarke's grasp.

…

Bellamy had tried to get the blonde out of his mind the rest of the day. He had tried everything. He had gone to work and was so distracted that he served the wrong food to his tables twice. Faking a headache, he took off early and attempted to work on homework in hopes of forgetting about the girl that he had promised himself he'd stay away from. He was currently tipped back in his chair and balancing his pencil between his nose and his lip when he heard his roommate walk through the front door.

"Ah, I see you're getting a lot done." Finn joked as he opened the fridge to grab a beer. Bellamy answered by throwing his pencil at Finn's bent over form. Finn chuckled as he searched for their bottle opener in one of their drawers.

"I ran into Clarke Griffin today." Bellamy stared at his hands on the table while he said it. Finn stopped mid search and turned to face his roommate.

"Yeah? How's the town's dangerous little blonde bombshell?"

"Friends with my sister apparently."

A line appeared between Finn's eyebrows and he set his beer on the counter. "Do you think it's a good idea for Octavia to be around her? Considering…" Finn trailed off.

"What, considering that I hooked up with her and couldn't get her out of my head for a month? Or considering that she's neck deep in organized crime?"

Finn pursed his lips in thought. "We need to get drunk tonight."

And for once, Bellamy didn't object.

…

The three girls walked up the dimly lit stairwell. The clicking of their heels could hardly be heard over the pulsing music playing in the apartment at the end of the hallway. The apartment building reeked of weed and cigarettes and the apartment itself was already overflowing with people by the time they reached the door.

The three of them squeezed through the crowd and tried to find the source of the alcohol. A few shots in and they were standing in the corner of the kitchen, each nursing their own red solo cup.

"A bit crowded in here!" Raven yelled over the music and looked around at the all the people milling about.

"We won't stay long." Clarke answered and scanned the crowd herself, attempting to recognize some of the faces in the crowd other than seeing them around campus.

"I kinda like it." Octavia rocked to the music where she stood and smiled devilishly at a group of guys staring at her. "Come dance with me!" She demanded and grabbed both of their hands.

Clarke slipped her hand out of the tight grip and laughed. "I'll sit this one out!"

Raven looked back at her with a look of loathing as Octavia pulled her on the crowded dance floor. Knocking back her drink, she glanced around the kitchen to a few people doing more shots and smirked as she made her way over to them.

…

Bellamy didn't usually dance. His brooding, but mysterious personality could usually pull girls from his spot on the wall. But on this particular night, he had consumed more alcohol than he had in a long time and when the girl he was shamelessly flirting with dragged him to the dance floor, he didn't object. Her back was now to him and his hands slid from her hips to her ass and back again and dare he say it – he was having a good time.

Until he heard her laugh over the music.

His eyes shot up and locked onto his little sister dancing between two guys. Rage boiled inside of him and suddenly he was walking away from his sure lay and towards his giggling sister. Without thinking, he shoved one of the guys as hard as he could and then grabbed Octavia's wrist to yank her away from the other.

"What the fuck, man?!" One of the guys yelled and Bellamy responded by winding back and slamming his fist into his nose. Blood gushed as the guy brought his hands up to try to stop the bleeding.

"Bellamy we were just dancing!" Octavia angrily yelled, trying to pull her wrist out of his hand.

"Not any more you're not. I'm taking you home."

"Like hell you are." Octavia finally pulled her wrist from his grip. He glared at his little sister, trying not to notice how little of a dress she had on. His anger was making it hard to focus on one thing at a time. He was caught off guard by the other guy retaliating and landing a hard punch to Bellamy's jaw.

Stunned, Bellamy rubbed his jaw before zeroing in on the culprit and throwing his entire body weight on him to knock him to the floor. He was blinded by rage as he landed punch after punch. He hardly noticed that the music had stopped or that Octavia was pulling desperately on his arm to get him off. There was on voice that cut above the rest.

"Bellamy, what the hell are you doing?!"

Dark eyes looked up into blue. His bloodied fists stopped and he vaguely registered Octavia crying in frustration. The entire time he stood, his eyes never left Clarkes. Sirens could be heard from down the street.

"Well I think we've worn out our welcome." Raven stated lightly as she directed Bellamy and the other two girls quickly to the door. On the street, they waved down a taxi and pulled away from the curb just as the cop cars were pulling up. The car ride back to the dorms was silent with the exception of Octavia's sniffling. She was drunkenly passed out before the taxi pulled in front of their dorm building.

"I can carry her to her room." Bellamy offered as the taxi doors opened.

"I think you've done enough for the night." Clarke countered as she stood in the cool night air.

"Yeah? And how do you expect to get her up the stairs, Princess?"

Her eyes narrowed both at the nickname and the tone that he took with her.

"Just let him, Clarke. I'm exhausted." Raven rolled her shoulders and walked into the dorm carrying her heels. Clarke let out an irritated huff and moved so that Bellamy could scoop Octavia into his arms. He followed behind her into the building and slowly began to walk the stairs up to the fourth floor. Raven was already in the double that she shared with Octavia by the time the other two reached the floor.

Kicking her door open, Bellamy laid Octavia gently on the bed and reached down to remove her heels. He pulled her pink comforter up to her chin and smoothed her hair back from her face. When she slept, she reminded him so much of how he would take care of her when she was little. His head spun at the turn of events and he glanced down at the cuts on his knuckles. As the adrenaline was fading, they were beginning to ache and his jaw didn't feel too great either.

"I'm so sorry, O." he whispered before leaning down and kissing her forehead. He glanced at Raven's side of the room to see her already snoring in bed and tried to leave the room as quietly as possible. When the door finally clicked shut, he let out a sigh and leaned his forehead against the thick, wooden door. "How did I mess up this badly?" He muttered to himself, eyes closed.

"It probably had something to do with the alcohol-induced rage you were in."

He spun around to see Clarke leaning against the door frame of the room across the hall. She had changed out of her tight fitting party dress and into a pair of sleeping shorts and a tank top that dipped down to give him an ample view of cleavage. He paused slightly and then tore his eyes away and back up to her face.

"Stay away from her. She doesn't need your influence in her life." Bellamy turned and stalked down the hallway away from her.

"Excuse me?" Clarke called out to him. "You can't wrap her in bubble wrap and tell her to stay in her room. She has to go out and have her own experiences. She has to live!"

Bellamy stopped suddenly and turned on his heel to stomp back to her. "What she needs is to find people who actually have her best interests at heart and won't get her drunk at a party to make bad decisions with two scum bags." He stopped in front of her angrily.

"Oh, I don't have her best interest at heart? So I should've let you keep beating that guy to death in front of her. Yeah that's healthy." Clarke argued, crossing her arms. The stance caused her breasts to push up more than normal and Bellamy swallowed thickly but kept his eyes on her face. He couldn't afford to be distracted in this argument.

"She shouldn't have been at that party in the first place."

"She can make her own decisions! She doesn't need you there to watch over her like some guard dog every moment of her life! You're going to drive her away." Clarke looked up at him defiantly. Bellamy leaned in dangerously close to her face, but Clarke was too stubborn to take a step back.

"Don't tell me how to handle my own sister, Princess." Bellamy's spoke in almost a whisper, but it still held the tone of a warning. He mistakenly looked away from her eyes to watch the tip of her tongue dart out to wet her lips and his eyes dilated in response. Seeing his eyes dilate caused Clarke's breath to hitch in her throat and suddenly they were both stone cold sober. Bellamy took another step closer so that her breasts were barely touching his chest and his fingers reached forward to lightly skim the exposed skin on her stomach between the top of her shorts and the bottom of her tank top.

"Bellamy…" Clarke breathed his name out airily and the sound of it made his lower stomach twitch again. She meant it as a warning, but it came out more like a plea. He locked his eyes with her to see her pupils dilated just as much as his were.

Without thinking twice, he grabbed her face in his hands and forced her lips to his. She responded eagerly, grabbing him by the collar to pull him into her room. He kicked the door shut with his foot and attacked her lips again.

…

Bellamy glided his fingers up and down her exposed back as she curled into him. Her breathing was heavy and every so often a limb would twitch to indicate that she was in a deep sleep. His fingers slid up to brush her blonde hair off of her shoulder and he looked down at her peaceful face. He knew they shouldn't have slept together again. But now Bellamy was afraid he wouldn't be able to stop. Clarke Griffin was in his veins and he wasn't sure he was strong enough to give up her high. He closed his eyes and attempted to fall asleep, but the sound of his roommate's voice drifted into his thoughts.

'You slept with the pride and joy of the Griffin crime family.'

Bellamy let out a long breath through his nose.

Well shit.