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Chapter Thirteen, the final chapter (minus epilogue)!

Clarke was sitting in her room in front of her mirror on Saturday when her phone went off.

Bellamy Blake
What are you doing tonight?
4:42 pm

Clarke scoffed. He's kidding right? She typed a short reply.

Going on a date.
4:43 pm

She continued with her make-up, Myles would be there to pick her up in forty-five minutes. Once she finished, she checked her phone, still no response from Bellamy. She put her phone back down and worked on her hair before finally giving up and leaving it down. With only ten minutes until her date was to arrive, Clarke looked forlornly at her closet. She had no indication of where they were going or what they were doing, so she didn't know whether to dress up or down. Ending up with dark jeans and a sapphire blue shirt, she slipped on some flats and went to wait in the living room. She checked her phone, but Bellamy still hadn't said anything. Trying to be the bigger person, because he was the one who basically told her to go on a date with Myles, Clarke fired off another message to him.

What are your plans?
5:29 pm

Five minutes later there was a buzz on the intercom. Clarke just grabbed her purse and went to meet Myles on the steps, rather than him come all the way up, only to go back down.

"Hey Clarke," he greeted her as she emerged from the building. "Sorry, I'm late. My dog insisted on a walk before I left and I didn't keep track of the time."

"No worries. You're here now," Clarke replied.

Myles smiled happily. "Shall we?" he asked, offering his arm and gesturing to the car that was parallel parked in front of them.

"We shall."

Sitting in the car on the way to the restaurant, Clarke checked her phone again. What was with Bellamy? He was the one who had texted her. "Clarke?" Myles asked, clearly waiting for an answer.

"Sorry, zoned out for a moment; what did you ask?"

"I was just asking where you went to college and what you studied."

"Oh, yeah. I went to Augustana College, out in the Quad Cities, Illinois-Iowa border. I was Bio/Pre-Med with a minor in Art."

"That's an interesting combination. So are you in Medical School now?"

Clarke flinched, brought back to too many conversations with her mother. "No, actually, I work at an art conservation center and I'll be going back to school to get my Masters to further a career in that."

"Wow. What brought on the change in heart?" Myles asked. He really was a nice guy, he just didn't know how touchy of a subject this was for Clarke because of her mother and all the following drama.

"I don't know. I just realized that my heart wasn't really into medicine. Don't get me wrong, I love helping people and healing, but it was more something my mother wanted for me than what I wanted for myself."

"Oh I see," Myles said, clearly not understanding what Clarke was getting at.

She quickly turned the focus on him, "So how about you?"

"Went to Texas A & M for engineering," he said proudly.

"And I didn't even detect an accent," Clarke teased.

"I'm not from Texas, I only went to school there," Myles explained, missing that Clarke already knew that from the "where are you from?" conversation from two minutes ago.

The car went silent for another moment. Clarke got out her phone and composed another message.

What? Did you lose your phone?
5:53 pm

"Here we are," Myles announced, pulling into an Olive Garden parking lot. Clarke tried not to laugh; a couple weeks ago her and Bellamy had joked that Olive Garden was the most clichéd date ever, the only thing that could make it worse was if—

Her thoughts were interrupted by Myles talking. "—and then maybe we can hit up a movie theater," Myles added. Clarke had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at the mention of the other half of the clichéd date. She would have to tell Bellamy about this, if only he would answer his damn text messages.

The dinner continued, and Clarke would say it was mediocre at best. There was far from anything like a spark and it was as far away as possible from what she got when she was just hanging out with Bellamy.

Throughout the dinner, she subtly checked her phone, but she never got a response from him. The conversation began with his question, and was followed by message after message from her.

Two words: Olive Garden
6:01 pm

He just tried to order in Italian…Does
he even know where we are?
6:17 pm

Come on. No response to that either?
6:34 pm

Please, save me. How long does it take
to gut yourself with a dessert spoon?
6:41 pm

Seriously, Bell, where you at?
6:58 pm

She convinced Myles that she was simply too tired to go see a movie tonight and asked if he could just drop her at home. When they almost at her apartment, she finally got a response from Bellamy.

Get the message, Clarke. I'm
not in the mood to talk.
7:19 pm

You're the one who texted me
first!
7:19 pm

It was a mistake.
7:26 pm

Mistake, my ass! Clarke thought to herself. Next thing she knew Myles was opening the car door for her. She smiled at him and got out. He walked her to the apartment building where she stalled by the door. "I, uh, had a great time," Clarke said, not fully meaning it.

"Me too!" Myles replied eagerly. There was a brief pause of awkward silence before he started to lean in for a kiss.

Clarke immediately did swooped to avoid it and pulled him into a terribly awkward hug. "So, yeah, bye!" she said.

"I'll call you!" he replied.

Clarke gave him a tight lipped smile in response, her mind still running over Bellamy's text message. She entered the building and got out her phone to call him. When it rang through to voicemail, she redialed without delay; this time it was cut off, him dismissing her call.

"Fuck this," Clarke said to herself, and rooted around her purse for her keys she hoped were still in there. Luck was on her side and she marched into the parking garage to get her car. It's a hell of a lot harder to ignore someone who's standing at your door.

Bellamy sat in his living room. If anyone accused him of wallowing, he would have vehemently denied it, but that was what he was doing. He couldn't believe Clarke had gone on that date. He had thought they had something between them, but apparently he was wrong. This was why he never let people get close; just when you thought everything was going well, they would let you down. And then on top of it, she had just kept texting him and then trying to call after he said he didn't want to talk.

He heard a knock on his door. Who was there at 8:00 at night, he didn't know. Probably his neighbor asking him for something or another. He got up and opened the door. Before he could even properly see who it was, a blonde streak was pushing past him into his apartment.

Clarke whirled on him. "Bellamy Blake, why are you not taking my calls?" she demanded.

"I just don't feel like talking right now. A man is allowed some time to himself, is he not?" Bellamy defended, his hackles raising at the accusatory tone in her voice.

"You're the one who texted me!"

"You said you were going on a date!"

"Yeah, one that you told me to go on!"

"When did I do that? Because I sure as hell don't remember doing it!"

"At the bar last night!" When Bellamy just stared at her and shook his head incredulously, she continued. "Myles came over and said that you said that I wasn't seeing anyone!"

"And that's me telling you to go on a date?"

"Yeah, if you hadn't wanted me to go on that date, you just had to tell the guy I was taken. More specifically you should have said that I was dating you!"

"We had said that we weren't telling people about us, whatever we are!" Bellamy defended. "Plus Monty was literally standing right there!"

"You could have pulled it off like you were protecting me from some creep that wanted to hit on me, if you were really that worried!" Clarke was screaming at him by now.

"Well, you didn't have to say yes to him!" Bellamy turned the tables on her.

"Oh, and what was I supposed to do? Sit at home? You clearly wanted me dating other people, even if I didn't, so why shouldn't I at least try?"

"I don't want you dating other people!" Bellamy yelled at her.

"Then why the fuck didn't you say so?" Clarke shouted back.

"We said we weren't telling people!" Bellamy let out a cry of frustration. "We literally just had this argument two seconds ago!"

Clarke and he were both breathing heavily staring at each other practically nose to nose. Bellamy replayed the last bit of their shouting match in his head. He felt his lips twitch up into a smile.

"What are you smiling at?" Clarke snarled at him.

"You don't want to date other people?" Bellamy asked her, his voice much quieter and softer than before.

"No," she answered, shaking her head.

"I don't want to date other people," he told her his smile growing.

He could tell that she was trying to stop the smile that was creeping its way onto her face. "What are you saying, Bell?"

"You remember that favor you owe me from saving your ass from Craig-what's-his-face?"

Clarke nodded, a confused look gracing her features.

"Well, I'm calling it in," his smile became one of teasing and slyness.

"Oh, really now?" Clarke asked, her voice light and back to their usual bantering tones. "And what, pray tell, is this thing you ask of me?"

"Kiss me. Kiss me, Clarke Griffin."

"I've never been so happy to fulfill a favor in my life," Clarke told him and pulled him by the back of his neck down to his her. The kiss they shared was full of want and need and happiness. His heart leapt for joy in his chest and he pulled her close, never wanting to let go.

Eventually, she pulled back to collect her breath, though he didn't release his hold on her. She smiled up at him, stopping him from continuing the kiss. "Bellamy Blake," she said all officially. "Will you—god, I feel like such a dork—will you be my boyfriend? And not go on dates or anything with any other girl and I won't go out with any other people, either. And, and, yeah. No more confusion."

"Nothing would make me happier," Bellamy replied, rejoining their lips in a kiss, which quickly deepened and he began edging her back to the bedroom.

Clarke and Bellamy's revelry was interrupted by a loud banging on the door. They looked at each other, confused. Bellamy reached for his boxers and put them on before heading to answer the door. Clarke pulled out one of Bellamy's oversized shirts, before padding out after him.

Before she had gotten out of the hallway, she heard Octavia's voice, loud and panicked, "Bellamy! Why weren't you answering your phone? Anyway that's not important. Have you seen or heard from Clarke? I saw her pull up to the building after her date, but she never came up to the apartment. She's not answering her phone, her car is gone, and she would have let me know if she was going anywhere after."

Clarke coughed quietly from the end of the hallway. "Present," she said, raising her hand sheepishly.

Octavia rushed over to her and pulled her into a hug, "Oh, thank god! I had Raven and Wick and Lincoln and everyone out looking for you and oh my god, did you two just—? We're you in the middle of—? Oh my god!"

Clarke looked at her friend, blushing she walked over to snuggle into Bellamy's arms who had come to stand next to her. "Maaayybeee," Clarke drew out the word.

From the hall they heard voices. "You know we really should coordinate our Clarke Search Party better. We're all at the same place, looking for the help of the same person," Raven's voice came. Soon the person attached to the voice walked in through the open doorway, followed by Jasper, Monty, Lincoln, and Miller.

"Found her," Jasper said, pointing at Clarke who was tucked into Bellamy.

"Oh my god!" Raven cried, echoing Octavia's earlier exclamations.

"Does this mean I win the bet?" Monty asked.

Clarke rolled her eyes at her friends. This was definitely not the ideal way she would have liked to tell her friends, but with their group it was probably inevitable.

"Technically, whoever had last Saturday won," Bellamy told them unabashedly.

"Wait, who had last Saturday?" Raven asked, looking around the group.

"That would be me," Lincoln announced from the back of the group.

"So with that last tip?" Clarke asked, an idea forming in her head.

"I was trying to egg on the tension between you two," he admitted. "I hoped it would manifest into something, and, well…"

Of all people, it was Bellamy who started laughing. "I think I may owe you a thank you," he chuckled.

"Hold your horses," Wick said, thinking about something. "Does that mean, during Truthful Tequila Tuesday…?"

Clarke and Bellamy just looked at each other, smiled, looked back to their friends and nodded.

Octavia covered her ears with her hands, "La la la la la! I'm not listening! I'm going to have to bleach our entire apartment! La la la la la!" The rest of the group laughed at her antics.

"Now, if you all don't mind," Bellamy said pointedly, "I'd like to get back to my night with my girlfriend." Clarke's heart fluttered at those words, specifically the last one. She got up on her tippy-toes and kissed him on the cheek. Having none of that, Bellamy pulled her in for a proper kiss. Octavia led the charge out of Bellamy's apartment, her la-las having gotten louder as her brother spoke.

Once alone again, Clarke pulled Bellamy into another kiss. "Say it again," she told him.

"Say what, Princess?" he asked.

"Call me your girlfriend."

"Hmmm…about that…" he teased. Clarke smacked him in the arm and gave him a reprimanding look. "You know I would do anything for my girlfriend," he smiled at her.

She looked up at him very satisfied. And pulled him in for a kiss. A kiss that led to them not leaving the apartment for the rest of the weekend, happy in the post official couple bliss.