Clarke hears knocking on her bedroom door, but chooses not to respond. She doesn't really care if it's Octavia or Bellamy. She was right—Bellamy is an asshole—and this whole mess is Octavia's fault for even coming up with this ridiculous scheme. She doesn't really want to talk to either of them; she just wants to forget this ever happened and think of some excuse to tell her mother.
"Go away!" she screams at the door when the knocking continues.
"Let me in, Clarke," she hears his voice through the door, low and commanding.
She narrows her eyes. He's in her apartment, trying to get into her room, and he'strying to command her? No. "I don't want to talk to you right now."
She hears him sigh and holds her breath, waiting for the sound of footsteps retreating down the hall, but it never comes. Clarke closes her eyes, resolutely ignoring him, despite the fact that she knows he's still there.
After awhile, the tension eats away at her and she swings her legs off of her bed and walks to the door. Upon opening it, she sees him sitting against the opposite wall.
"Fine," she allows, "you can come in."
Bellamy Blake nods solemnly, his eyes downcast.
He looks contrite, she notes, and she wonders what he's there to say.
She settles herself back on her bed and watches him warily, but with some amusement, as he looks around for somewhere to sit himself. After finding no chairs, and eying the floor before shaking his head slightly, he slowly lowers himself down onto her bed as well.
Clarke glares at him. "You had no right to say that. Not only did you prove my point for me, but you used something against me that I never would have believed you capable of before. You hurt me."
Bellamy just nods. "I know, and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I didn't even mean it. It was a stupid thing to say and it was cruel to throw that in your face."
Clarke knows that forgiving him this easily is stupid, but she can't help herself. He looks like he feels awful about it—as he should!—and Clarke knows that he didn't mean it.
She sighs. "Now I just have to figure out what I'm going to do about dinner at my parents on Sunday."
Bellamy tilts his head just slightly. "Well, if you want, I could pretend to be your boyfriend. I wouldn't mind."