Hi Ren Renegade, thanks for my first review! For the purpose of this story, the council decided to spare Bellamy's life, even though he was old enough to be floated, because in light of the failing oxygen in the ark, they know they'll need as many trained guards as possible to deal with the chaos. Also, with his mother floated and his sister in the sky box the council reasoned that enough of a message had been sent in regards to following the laws.
The next time they met was at that year's Unity Day Party a few months later. Bellamy wasn't on guard duty but he found himself agreeing to meet a few of the other guards in the mess hall after the pageant, despite the bitter taste the words 'Unity Day Party' now left in his mouth.
When Bellamy entered the mess hall his eyes swept the crowds for Miller, Sterling and Connor. Instead he saw her standing against a wall talking to the older medic, a cup in her hand. Her medical uniform had been replaced with a simple but pretty brown dress that would bring out the blue of her eyes. She was gesturing and smiling and Bellamy was struck by a ridiculous urge to go and talk to her. He brushed it aside and turned to move away when Clarke saw him, even wearing a plain black t-shirt he managed to stand out from the crowd. She said something else to the woman with a smile, pushed herself off the wall and headed towards where he stood alone just inside the door.
'Bellamy Blake.' She said with a smile, leading him further into the room.
'Clarke...' He trailed off realising he didn't know her last name, flashing an easy smile in return.
'Griffin' she supplied, 'Clarke Griffin' and was surprised to see shutters come down over his face immediately. He looked down at her, any trace of a smile completely gone.
After a long pause he said in a tight voice 'That explains why you were in the medic station, you work for your mother.'
Clarke frowned, 'I work with her, not for.' Her brow furrowed deeper in confusion as she registered the anger in his eyes, not understanding his new hostility.
There was another, longer pause, and Clarke could see the tension in Bellamy's taut jaw now too.
'Well I'd better be going Princess,' he ground out coldly.
'You just got here.' she said in surprise.
'Lots of work to do.' And he quickly marched away from her back towards the doors he'd just come through, brushing his shoulder against hers as he did, leaving a shocked Clarke behind him.
She couldn't understand what had just happened. How much did a name affect someone? She had thought the guard was pleasant when she parched him up... And princess? What was that about?
Bellamy walked away struggling to control his anger. Griffin. Of course. Her family were practically royalty on the Ark, best friends with the Chancellor and his son. Not only was the system a flawed and biased one, biased towards her people, but she was best friends with the people responsible for floating his mother and imprisoning his sister.
He bumped into Miller and the rest of the guard just outside the door. 'Leaving already Blake?' Miller questioned, surprised.
'Too many privileged in there,' Clarke heard the sneer in Bellamy's deep voice from where she stood, 'I've got better things to do.'