Lexa sat on the bench next to some unsuspecting people before pressing a button on Jaspers phone followed by a loud and gross sounding fart. The woman next to her gave a disgusted gasp as Lexa hit the button again and leaned away as if to direct it towards the woman.

Jasper was off to the side discretely videoing and trying not to laugh. Lexa got up and walked towards a group of women, hitting the button again. They glared at her before walking away, but Lexa followed.

"Hey, wait, please!" Lexa called out as they walked away. "Let me fart on you!" she cried, hitting the button again.

Jasper lost his composure then, breaking down into laughter. "Oh my god!" he gasped, laughing harder as she ran over, trading phones with him.

"Look! They are going up so much!" Lexa cried in excitement as they made their way towards Finn and Raven, who was staring intently at her phone.

"Whose your favorite play-er." Lexa sang out saucily leaning towards Raven.

"Well, I was gonna say you, but… now I don't know." Raven smirked turning her phone towards Lexa and Jasper.

Lexa's eyes widened in surprise before narrowing slightly. "Is that C?"

"Yeah, and she's got a lot of watchers." Raven explained.

Jasper threw his fist in the air smiling. "Way to go C!"

Neither noticed the irritated look on Lexa's face.

Clarke was loving the feeling of flying as they made their way to the city on the bike. Being pressed up against Bellamy wasn't so bad either.

As she glanced around Bellamy tilted his head back some. "Hey," he called out "try screaming!"

Clarke laughed softly. "No!"

"Just do it! Let it out!" Hey pushed again before taking his own advice and shouting out into the night air. "Wooo!"

Clarke hesitated for a moment before shouting out. "Wooo-oo." She laughed as her voice cracked.

"There ya go." He said fondly. She could hear the smile in his voice and was thankful to him for trying to make her feel comfortable.

The bike began to slow as the pulled to the curb across the street from a high-end boutique.

Clarke swung her leg over the bike and watched as he did the same. Sliding her helmet off, she handed it to him.

"Am I supposed to come in with you?" She asked.

"Um, it doesn't say anything about that." He hung the helmets on the bike before turning back to her.

Clarke hoped the disappointment didn't show on her face. "Well… thank you for the lift." She joked forcing a light tone.

Bellamy watched her for a moment as she turned to look around.

"You, uh, you gonna be okay?"

Clarke reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Oh," she glanced at him nervously "I'm, uh, I'm actually pretty tired so, um, I'm probably just gonna make my way back home." She smiled up at him.

He nodded and smirked back at her. "Well, this was fun." He glanced down at his phone before gesturing towards the store. "I gotta go."

"Yeah, sure. See ya." Clarke waved and he nodded to her again before jogging across the street and making his way into the store.

Clarke waited until he was inside before glancing around for a cab, but stopped when her phone pinged. A picture of a gorgeous emerald green dress popped up of her phone, along with the message:

Try on this dress. $500

Clarke bit her lip, turning back to look at the store. She smiled, looking down and hitting the accept button and running towards the store thinking, might as well. $500 just to put on a dress.

It had been a long night at the hospital and Abby was finally getting a break. She sat down and pulled her phone out and found multiple bank notifications.

Worried, she opened the messages and was shocked.

"What?!" There was a $300 deposit that she had no idea about. Where the hell had that come from. She had no idea who was putting money into her account.

Making her way through her contacts, she stopped when she reached Clarke's name, tapping the call button.

Maybe she knew what was going on.

Clarke glanced around trying to determine where the dress might be located before making her way to a sales associate.

"Excuse me." Her smile faltered and the man eyed her with a critically.

"Can I help you?" He asked, attitude in his tone.

"Can you tell me where I can find this dress?" she held up her phone and the man glanced at it looking unimpressed.

"Your moms calling." He said flatly and Clarke quickly turned her phone back and hit the ignore button. She didn't have time for this.

"Sorry." She mumbled, turning it back to show him the picture.

The man eyed her again. "That's very expensive."

Clarke said nothing and just stared at him waiting for an answer to her question. If he was going to judge and give attitude. She was going to give attitude right back.

The man let out an irritated sigh. "Couture, fourth floor."

Clarke gave him a sweet smile. "Thank you." Then rushed to the escalator.

Once she had made it to the correct floor, she walked around looking for the correct dress. As she made her way around the corner, she saw it hanging on a mannequin.

She walked around it reaching for the tag. $3,995.00. Clarkes eyes widened as she glanced around nervously. Who the hell needed to spend that much on a dress?

She was running out of time so she began to unzip the dress so she could get to the fitting room. A woman popped up next to her, causing her to jump in surprise.

"Please don't undress the mannequin."

"Sorry." Clarke fidgeted with her fingers as nerves kicked in.

The woman watched her curiously for a moment. "Would you like to try this on?"

Clarke smiled at her, nodding. "Yes please."

The woman gave her a knowing smile. She probably had a lot of girls come in to try on dresses. "Let me see if I have it in your size."

"Um, if you could hurry please. I'm a little late for a party!" she called out after her.

The woman turned back to look at Clarke. "Cute."

The woman came back out with the dress and Clarke was bouncing with nervous energy.

"Right this way." The woman nodded her head in the direction they were going. She hung the dress in the room and turned back to Clarke. "If you need anything else, just let me know."

She hadn't even finished the last word before Clarke jumped in and closed the curtains. "Thank you!"

She felt a bit bad for being so rude, but she was on a time limit. 30 seconds to be exact. Clarke hurried to get off her clothes. As her shirt and jeans came off, she noticed comments popping up from the Watchers.

Get naked baby.

This is probably her best angle.

Sexy as fuck.

Big tits.

Take it off.

$100 #sidebet that she can't zip it.

Clarke ignored the self-consciousness that washed over her and thanked the lord above that she had chosen to wear her matching lace black bra and boy short set.

She shimmied the dress over her hips before reaching back to pull up the zipper, then running out of the dressing room with two seconds to spare.

"Done!" she got a full shot of her in her dress, and waited for what she was supposed to do next. Her face pinched in confusion when nothing came.

She tapped her phone quickly. "Hello?" still nothing came.

She huffed and glanced to her left, doing a double take when she saw herself in the mirror. She looked gorgeous. The green dress sparkled and complimented her blonde hair. It hit her mid-thigh and the long sleeves came down to her wrists. Even with her black convers, she thought the dress was stunning. She wished she could take it with her.

She walked closer to the mirror, turning left and right admiring how it accentuated her best assets.

She smiled at her reflection placing a hand on her chest. "Oh, this old thing. Thank you."

"Hey, what's your screen name? I-I mean info?" she laughed at herself.

"Clarke?" That deep voice was already ingrained into her memory and she could hear the hint of surprise in it.

She spun quickly, nearly tripping over her feet and locked eyes with Bellamy.

"Hey." He still seemed surprised and his eyes travel down her body.

"Hi." She said, slightly nervous about his reaction.

"You, uh," he cleared his throat, "you look very pretty."

Clarke could feel the heat in her cheeks. He had changed into a pair of black slacks, white button up, and a grey jacket with black around the collar, completed with a dark maroon skinny tie. He looked like walking sex. "Thanks, so do you." He smirked at her and she realized what she said. "I mean you look hot, or handsome or…" she trailed off and felt relieved when his phone went off causing him to look away.

He looked down and grinned.

"Do you know what we're supposed to do now?"

Bellamy looked back to her, turning his camera to her and walking closer. Clarke felt her stomach flutter with each step.

"The Watchers, would like me to complete your ensemble." He trailed the camera down to her shoes and she stood on her toes laughing.

He took her hand and pulled gently, leading her down a floor to where he had some shoes earlier.

Clarke glanced down and tried no to shiver and the feel of his skin on hers. She was loving this game.

Monty was still sitting in the booth at the diner where Clarke had ditched him. He was a little irritated but he wasn't all that surprised. She did kiss the guy.

He pulled out his phone and went to the Nerve website. Watcher or Player popped up on his screen. "Neither. Is that an option."

He reluctantly hit Watcher and signed in. He typed Clarke's name into the search bar and saw videos of her in a green dress.

"Clarke, what are you doing?" he muttered to himself before clicking on a video of her showing off a fancy pair of shoes to the camera.

Clarke laughed as she stood in from of Bellamy, who looked up at her from where he was filming in a kneeling position.

"How much are they sir?"

Bellamy smiled. "That would be $900, Madame."

"In that case," Clarke played along. "I'll take two. One for the city, and one for the Hampton's."

"Very good ma'am."

Clarke sat on the seat in front of him and held one foot out so he could help her take them off. One large hand held her ankle while the other removed her shoe. Him kneeling in front of her with his hands on her skin was setting her on fire and her breath caught in her throat.

Bellamy must have heard because his head snapped up and he searched her face for a moment. His look was intense and she felt his hand begin to move up her calf, massaging the muscle as he went, but she didn't break eye contact.

"Are you doing okay?" A polite voice broke them out of their trance and they both nodded at the woman before placing the shoes back into the box.

Neither of them noticed the young man with floppy brown hair walking out of the store with a bag while filming himself and holding a finger to his lips.

Clarke and Bellamy made it back to the dressing rooms and each headed to change.

"Meet you downstairs?"

Clarke smiled back and nodded as he closed the curtain behind him.

Clarke stepped into the dressing room and froze. All her belongings were gone. Her clothes, purse, money. Fighting back the panic she walked to the next room over, hoping she had made a mistake, only to be disappointed.

She closed the curtain behind her and began to pace back and forth. "This is not happening, this is not happening, this is not happening." She repeated over and over.

Just outside her room, she heard a whisper. "Clarke."

She peeked out and grabbed Bellamy, pulling him into the room with her.

"Did you take my stuff?!" panic was causing her voice to rise. "My clothes, my purse, it's all gone."

He shook his head in defeat. "My stuff is gone too."

They were interrupted by their phones going off, both looking to see what it said.

Leave the store. $2,500

The timer began to count down from two minutes. Clarke looked up to Bellamy horrified. "No." she felt like she was going to puke.

"Okay, um…" Bellamy trailed off trying to think of something.

"No." she said again, feeling desperate.

He grabbed her hand and started to pull her out of the room. "We'll make a run for it."

She pulled her hand away from his. "I am NOT shoplifting." She hissed.

"We don't have a choice. Come on."

Clarke took a deep breath and looked back to her phone. 1:45

She looked back to Bellamy who watched her, waiting for her to decide.

"Okay, technically, it just says we have to leave the store." Clarke wanted to laugh at the shocked and impressed look on Bellamy's face. "Right?"

They both removed their clothing quickly, knowing they were running out of time. When they were both left in their underwear and shoes, Bellamy peaked out to see if it was clear before stepping out into the store. If it wasn't for the fact that they were in a hurry, Clarke would have stopped to drool over the perfect specimen that was Bellamy. He had been carved by the gods and Clarke wanted to worship his muscles.

Bellamy led the way, ducking and hiding behind mannequins here and there. Two floors, and they had made it without being seen. As they rounded the last corer leading towards to elevator, a woman walked out and froze, eyes widening as she took them in.

"Um…run!" they both made a break for it and Bellamy in the button waiting for the doors to open. As soon as they did, they jumped in and stood against the back wall. Clarke laid one am across her chest and the other was wrapped around her waist.

She glanced nervously over to Bellamy who had is hands crossed in front of his waist and she realized he was trying to hide his arousal. He smirked at her when he noticed her looking. "See something you like Princess?"

She rolled her eyes at him playfully and refused to let him have the last word. "Judging by what your hiding there, sir, I'd day you see something you like."

His mouth dropped and she fought the embarrassment. Before he could say anything, the doors opened and a couple froze when they saw them.

Neither Clarke, nor Bellamy, said anything, just looked at each other before making a break for it. As they ran out of the store, there were several people recording them. Clarke realized they were Watchers as they began to cheer her and Bellamy on.

Bellamy grabber her hand and they ran across the street to his bike. They saw the bags hanging on the handles and Clarke ran for them.

"Please let these be our clothes!"

They both reached into the bags and Bellamy pulled out the gray suit jacket he had tried on in the store. "They kind of are."

Clare pulled out the green dress and gasped. "Are these stolen?"

Bellamy looked back in the bag before smiling and pulling out a slip of paper. "Receipt."

"We get to keep um?!" she bounced in excitement.

Bellamy was still smiling at her and nodded. "All yours."

They redressed and Bellamy walked over to help her with the zipper. He let his fingers trail down the soft skin of Clarkes back, causing her to shiver, before he slowly zipped her up.

She cleared her throat and turned to him. His pupils were blown wide and he was breathing heavier. "Um," she shook her head trying to clear her thoughts, "who paid for these."

Bellamy glanced down to her lops before he broke from his trance and looked at her warily for a moment. "Probably one of the watchers with daddy's credit card."

Clarkes phone went off again and she rose a hand to cover her mouth, laughing.

"What?" Bellamy asked.

"Look!" she flashed him her screen to show $2,500 going into her account. Bellamy just nodded and smiled at her excitement. He couldn't seem to not smile when she did.

"Dolla – Dolla bill ya'll." Clarke sang as she looked back to her phone.

Bellamy rose and eyebrow and looked to her surprised. She seemed to keep doing that. "I'm sorry, was that a Wu-Tang reference?"

Clarke gave me a confident look and held her hands out to the side. "Staten Island, represent."

"Okay." He was impressed. His phone pinged and he looked to see the next location. "St. Marks. Ten minutes?"

Clarke thought she heard a hopeful tone there.

She tilted her head and watched him for a moment before nodding and placing the helmet on her head. Climbing on behind him, she snuggled closer and was pleased when Bellamy reached a hand up to squeeze hers before revving the bike.

"Hang on!" he called over the roar of the bike, pulling away to head for their next stop.

Please let me know what you think! I hope you all are enjoying so far! Next chapter is going to start getting intense!