Last chapter!
"I don't get it," Clarke said to Bellamy once they were alone in their room and Bellamy had explained what happened with Abby. Personally she was still keen on the idea of rocking up to the party in an old t-shirt and shorts. But now Bellamy was telling her Octavia was driving here with a suit for him and that Abby was actually being nice? Clarke wanted to believe it, but this was Abby they were talking about.
"I know it sounds crazy but I think your mom might actually have changed her mind about me," Bellamy repeated.
"Not that I don't think that's great, but why would she do that?" Clarke asked. Bellamy shrugged and looked away awkwardly before he mumbled his explanation.
"She said it's obvious I'm in love with you," he blushed.
"You're not though," Clarke pointed out.
"And you're not in love with me but she thinks you are," Bellamy said flatly.
"Right," Clarke nodded. "So I guess that means I have to put on the dress my mom brought for me?"
"I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to," Bellamy said, but Clarke knew he already knew she would wear it.
"You suck. I can't believe you're sucking up to my mom," Clarke huffed.
"Just trying to be a good boyfriend," Bellamy grinned. Clarke rolled her eyes as he pulled her into a hug.
"You are the best boyfriend," she replied against his chest. Sometimes she found herself forgetting that he wasn't actually her boyfriend.
"Anyway, Marcus wanted to talk to me about me book so I'm going to go find him," Bellamy told Clarke, pulling away, much to her disappointment.
"Fine, just leave me then," Clarke pouted.
"I can stay if you want," Bellamy stopped on his way to the door.
"I'm kidding, you loser," Clarke gave him a shove towards the door. "I'm glad you're making friends." Bellamy gave her a lopsided grin as he walked out the door, leaving Clarke to calm her skittering heart.
It wasn't fair really. Before this weekend Clarke had managed to keep her feelings in check and never think about Bellamy that way. Well, maybe not never, but rarely. But the last couple of days had been absolute torture, but only because it was so easy to pretend. And somewhere along the line she'd realized she didn't want it to end after this weekend. Or ever. But she knew she couldn't actually tell him because what if he didn't feel the same way and she made things awkward.
It would be much easier when they returned home and things could go back to normal, and she could forget about how it felt to sleep beside him, or how convincing he was when he told her he loved her. What had she been thinking, bringing him here anyway? She had known she had some kind of unresolved feelings for him and yet she still thought acting all lovey-dovey with him for a weekend would be a fine idea.
She remembered the picnic he talked about very clearly, and wondered why he didn't kiss her that day. He should have. She had wanted him to. Like she wanted him to last night when she was imagining him doing all the things he was describing. Like she wanted him to this morning when he was lying beside her in bed, brushing the hair from her face and telling her she was beautiful. Like she wanted him to today when they were wrestling in the shallows.
She cursed herself for letting this happen. She could have had him, but it was too late now, wasn't it? Now that she actually wanted him. And, god, did she want him.
But he didn't want her, it seemed. After all, he'd told her only last night she was the least sexy woman he'd ever seen.
"I'm pathetic," she groaned letting herself collapse onto her bed.
"Why's that?" Raven asked as she barged into the room. Clarke considered spilling the whole story for a moment, but she was pretty sure Raven would just think she was crazy. What kind of person actually had a fake boyfriend? A pathetic crazy person, that's what kind.
"Um. Because I let Bellamy talk me into actually dressing up for this dumb party," Clarke came out with the first excuse that popped into her head. "I bet the dress my mom bought me is horrible."
"You bet wrong! I picked it. Your mom just paid for it. She even bought me one! Isn't she the best?" Raven gushed.
"She certainly is something," Clarke sighed. She knew Raven only loved her mom because Abby treated her like a daughter. And not in the same way she treated Clarke. Raven could do no wrong in Abby's eyes. And Raven hadn't exactly had the most present mom when she was a kid, so she'd kind of latched on to Abby as a motherly figure. Clarke was happy Raven had that relationship with Abby. She only wished Abby would treat her real daughter with as much unconditional love.
"You want to see the dress?" Raven offered.
"Maybe later. For now let's just go and get drunk on the beach," Clarke decided, getting up and marching out of the room. Raven, of course, followed eagerly.
Clarke had been hoping to get roaring drunk in order to forget her dumb feelings for Bellamy and her mother's weird behaviour, but Raven stopped her after only a few drinks.
"If you get too drunk now, you'll be throwing up in the toilet by seven and no one wants that," Raven warned. Clarke pouted but agreed and the two of them left the waterside to go inside and wash the salt and sand from their skin.
Octavia showed up with Bellamy's suit and Lincoln at about five, and she did not look impressed with the whole situation.
"You didn't have to come, you know," Clarke told her.
"Since my brother begged me to, yes I did. Where is he anyway?" Octavia asked, looking around.
"He's been in the study with Kane for hours now," Clarke said. She figured that meant things were going well.
"Well at least something good as come from this weekend then," Octavia nodded. Clarke was about to ask her exactly what she meant when Bellamy entered the room.
"Hey!" Bellamy beamed when he saw his sister. "I thought I heard your voice."
"Yes, I'm here, the party can start,' Octavia rolled her eyes but she grinned and gave her brother a hug.
"Actually the party doesn't start until seven," Bellamy informed her.
"Which means we only have like two hours to get ready," Octavia looked aghast. "Here's your suit. Where's our room?" she gestured to Lincoln who handed over Bellamy's suit.
"Thanks. I'll show you," Bellamy led Octavia and Lincoln to their room while Raven dragged Clarke to hers so they could start getting ready for the party. Raven immediately went to the wardrobe and pulled out the dress Abby had bought for Clarke. It was pretty obvious Abby hadn't picked the dress. For starters, Abby basically only ever thought it was acceptable to wear black or navy blue, and this dress was deep red. Secondly, the dress was totally backless and totally impractical, and though Abby was practically made of money, she rarely bought anything that wasn't practical, even when it came to evening wear.
"Do you like it?" Raven asked, grinning proudly. She could obviously already tell from the look on Clarke's face that she did like it a lot. "Put it on!"
Clarke took the dress from Raven and stripped off her clothes. Raven had already seen her boobs anyway so she figured it didn't really matter. She slipped on the dress and turned to look at herself in the full length mirror, admiring the way it hugged her curves and fell gracefully above her knees. She only wished she wasn't wondering how Bellamy would think she looked.
"Bellamy is going to die when he sees you in that," Raven nodded approvingly, standing behind her.
"If only," Clarke smiled ruefully, forgetting he was supposed to already find her attractive.
"If only?" Raven raised an eyebrow, meeting Clarke's eyes in the mirror.
"Raven…" Clarke started, turning around to face her. She looked at Raven with a hopeless expression on her face.
"What is it?" Raven asked worriedly, dragging Clarke to her bed. "Did something happen between you two?"
"Nothing, unfortunately," Clarke groaned, putting her head in her hands. "We aren't really dating. We've just been pretending for the weekend so that he could come up here and meet Kane and so I could piss off my mom," she confessed, watching Raven's face turn from confusion to disbelief to understanding.
"And now…" she started.
"And now I think I might be in love with him," Clarke whispered. "It's such a mess."
"Clarke, come on. Either Bellamy is one hell of an actor or he's totally in love with you too," Raven assured her. "I've seen the way he looks at you."
"Do you really think so?" Clarke asked.
"I know so. All you have to do is just tell him how you feel tonight at the party," Raven advised. Clarke eyed her dubiously.
"But what if it just makes everything awkward and weird?" Clarke pointed out.
"Honey, if pretending to be dating your best friend for a whole weekend doesn't make things awkward and weird, I'm pretty sure nothing will," Raven laughed. Clarke figured she was probably right.
Since the colour of her dress was so vibrant in comparison to what Raven was wearing, Clarke made sure her hair and makeup were simple so she didn't look like she was trying too hard.
"You look pretty," Raven told her. Clarke kind of wished she looked smoking hot like Raven did, but pretty would have to do. She hoped it would be enough for Bellamy to want to get into her pants.
The two of them headed downstairs to where Octavia, Lincoln, Wick and Bellamy were waiting. Clarke watched Bellamy for his reaction but she couldn't tell if he really was staring at her in awe or if she just wanted him to be. She thought she was probably staring at him in awe though, because he looked impossibly handsome in his suit.
"Wow, you look hot babe," Wick grinned at Raven.
"Oh, I know," Raven replied, flicking her hair.
"We should probably join the party, apparently people are starting to arrive," he said. He grabbed Raven's hand and the two of them led the way to the main living room where the crux of the function was being held. Octavia and Lincoln followed them, and Bellamy stood and waited for Clarke to join him at his side. He placed a hand on the small of her back as they followed the others, making her skin tingle.
"You look beautiful," Bellamy whispered into her ear, though no one could hear him and no one was watching. His breath on her ear and his hand on her back sent her heart racing and she dared to hope that maybe Raven was right and he did love her back.
The party of six entered the party room where there were other guests starting to mill around, each new arrival approaching Thelonius to congratulate him on his award. Thelonius had hired caterers for the evening and there were waiters walking around with platters of finger food and trays of champagne flutes.
"Shouldn't you be working?" a voice sneered and Clarke looked around to see Cage addressing Bellamy. "Oh, my mistake, I thought you were one of the waiters," Cage snickered at his own completely unfunny joke. Bellamy looked like he was ready to punch Cage in the face. Clarke grabbed his hand and squeezed to calm him down.
"Piss off, Cage," she snapped. She wasn't even in the mood to play around with witty comebacks tonight.
"Wouldn't want to be seen with you lot anyway," he replied haughtily before sauntering off to talk to Lorelei. As Cage retreated, Abby approached, much to Clarke's chagrin.
"Don't you two look like the perfect couple?" Abby smiled genuinely. Clarke narrowed her eyes at her mother, still not sure if Abby had really changed her mind about Bellamy.
"Thanks," Bellamy grinned.
"Marcus wanted to introduce you to some people," Abby said to Bellamy, pointing across the room to where Marcus was talking to a couple of people who had just arrived.
"Okay, great," Bellamy nodded, before glancing at Clarke. "Do you mind?" he asked her.
"No, of course not," Clarke replied, dropping his hand, though she wasn't too happy to be left alone with her mother. But she had brought Bellamy to this crap party in order to network, not to stay at her side all night. She'd have to tell him how she felt later.
"Clarke, I wanted to tell you I'm sorry," Abby said to her daughter once Bellamy had left them.
"Good, because you've been really shit lately," Clarke said shortly.
"I do like Bellamy, honestly. I'm happy for you. I just want you to be happy, Clarke," Abby said, a little desperately. Clarke's expression softened when she saw tears in her mother's eyes.
"Thanks, mom," Clarke whispered. "I am happy, I swear." Abby nodded and brushed a tear from her eye.
"Good," she smiled with a short laugh.
"I can't believe you tried to set me up with Cage though," Clarke screwed up her nose.
"I'll admit that was a mistake. I had no idea he was so…" Abby trailed off, unable to come up with the right word.
"Fucking idiotic?" Clarke filled in helpfully.
"I was looking for something more along the lines of pretentious, but yours works too," Abby smiled.
"Finally, you two made up!" Raven skipped up to them. "I was worried I'd have to find a new, less dysfunctional family."
"You could try Cage and Dante," Clarke smirked and Raven threw back her head in uproarious laughter, leading Clarke to believe Raven had already had a few drinks. Speaking of which, Clarke felt she wasn't nearly boozed up enough so she went in search of a waiter. Just as she spotted one and started to make her way over, she was stopped by Octavia. Luckily Octavia already had a drink handy for her.
"So how's this ridiculous charade working out for you?" Octavia asked, handing Clarke the glass of champagne.
"Really great," Clarke lied.
"Really?" Octavia cocked an eyebrow disbelievingly. "You didn't go and do anything stupid like fall in love with him or anything did you?" Clarke choked on her drink.
"No, of course not. Why would you say that?" she denied once she'd recovered. Octavia just shrugged.
"You know this whole weekend was an absolutely crazy idea, right?" Octavia mentioned.
"I am aware of that," Clarke nodded. Clarke suspected Octavia had more to say, but Thelonius had turned down the music and was tapping his glass to get everyone's attention.
"Welcome friends," he announced once everyone was silent. "I'd like to thank all of you for being here to help me celebrate my receiving the Unity award, which I will be presented with next week. Since I couldn't invite you all to the ceremony, I decided to throw this gala so I could share this special moment," Jaha smiled at the crowd. "So, thank you. Now, please, dance, drink, eat and be merry!" he turned the music back up and the room filled with chatter again.
"So, basically he invited everyone here so he could brag about how good he is, right?" Octavia snorted.
"Basically," Clarke agreed. Bellamy walked over to them then, grinning, and Clarke couldn't stop herself from smiling back, though she had no idea what he was smiling about.
"Marcus just introduced me to his editors," he said gleefully.
"Wow, that's fantastic," Clarke beamed.
"Good work, Bell," Octavia gave her brother a congratulatory pat on the back.
"Thanks," Bellamy replied. "Hopefully he'll still like me once we tell everyone we've broken up," he grimaced.
"Right. A drink to celebrate?" Clarke suggested pulling a couple of glasses from the tray of a passing waiter.
"I already have one," Bellamy held up his glass.
"Suit yourself," Clarke shrugged, downing both of them.
"Are you okay?" Bellamy asked in concern.
"Yep, just… thirsty," Clarke grimaced. Bellamy looked at her like she was on drugs before sharing a look with Octavia who just shrugged and walked away to find Lincoln. Bellamy was still looking at Clarke worriedly and she knew she should tell him now.
"Bellamy…" she started, feeling sick to her stomach, and not because of the three glasses of champagne she'd just drunk in quick succession. "I…I have to go to the bathroom," Clarke announced, leaving Bellamy standing there by himself. She really was pathetic.
As she exited the bathroom she ran smack bang into Raven.
"Did you tell him yet?" Raven asked immediately.
"Did I tell who what?" Clarke replied, feigning ignorance.
"Did you tell your fake boyfriend that you're madly in love with him and want to get married as soon as possible?" Raven reminded her.
"Shh!" Clarke looked around to make sure no one had overheard. "No, I haven't told him yet."
"What are you waiting for?" Raven urged.
"I can't do it," Clarke said firmly. "The words just won't come out!"
"Well if you can't use words, try using your tongue in a different way," Raven suggested. Clarke looked at her in confusion.
"Kiss him, idiot!" Raven spelled out in exasperation. Clarke glanced back into the function room to see Bellamy looking ridiculously gorgeous and she was pretty sure she could do the kissing thing. And if he didn't feel the same way she could just say she was doing it for the act. They had agreed on no kissing, but she could just say she got carried away.
"Okay," Clarke nodded, turning back to Raven. She marched back into the party and straight towards Bellamy, but she chickened out at the last second.
"Want to dance?" she said instead.
"Sure," he agreed. The music wasn't really dancing music, but he slipped his hands around her waist anyway and she leant into him, resting her hands on his shoulders.
"Thanks for coming this weekend," Clarke said as they swayed to the music.
"It wasn't so bad," Bellamy grinned. "You finally kept your word about me meeting Kane. It went pretty well too."
"I'm glad you didn't have a totally awful time," Clarke laughed. "Despite Cage. He really is horrible."
"I could never have an awful time when I'm with you," Bellamy said quietly. Clarke hesitated a moment before being seized by a sudden burst of confidence. Her hands left the safety of his shoulders and tangled themselves around his neck as she drew his mouth to hers. The arms around her waist pulled her closer and she could feel his heart pounding as his lips caressed her own. Something between a moan and a whimper escaped Clarke's throat when Bellamy's tongue brushed her lips and she parted them to deepen the kiss. Clarke was feeling hot all over and she was ready to take this up to the bedroom when Bellamy pulled away suddenly, looking at her in confusion.
"Clarke. What are you doing?" he asked. Clarke felt her throat close up at the question. She'd thought from his enthusiastic reaction that he wanted her as much as she wanted him, but now it seemed she was wrong and he was totally weirded out. She had to smooth it over, pretend it was nothing.
"Just part of the act," she managed to choke out. "I got carried away I guess."
"Right." Bellamy nodded, his expression darkening as he pushed past her and out of the room.
"Bellamy?" she called after him, but he didn't look back. She wasn't sure what she'd done wrong now but she had to find out so she followed him out of the room and upstairs to their bedroom where he was packing his bag.
"What's wrong?" she asked, closing the door behind her. Bellamy stopped packing and turned to face her.
"You can't just kiss me like that, Clarke," he said, his voice pained and angry at the same time.
"Okay, I'm sorry," Clarke apologized. "I know we said no kissing but I guess I just got caught up in the act," she tried to explain. She was crushed that Bellamy was reacting so negatively. Was kissing her that bad?
"Not exactly what I meant," Bellamy replied, his jaw clenched.
"Then what did you mean?" Clarke asked, confused. Bellamy didn't say anything for a moment.
"You can't kiss me like that… and not mean it," he said finally. Clarke stared at him, not sure if she was comprehending correctly. "You're a very good actor," Bellamy said, a little bitterly.
"So are you," Clarke returned, though somehow she knew neither of them was really paying the other a compliment.
"I'm not acting, Clarke," Bellamy said softly, his voice cracking. "That's the thing. I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for five years."
"You have?" Clarke felt her stomach flip over and her eyes well up with tears. Bellamy nodded, not looking at her.
"I think I should probably go. Things will probably weird between us for a while. I don't want to be a dick because this isn't your fault and I still want to be friends, I just… I think I need some space to, I don't know, clear my head or something," Bellamy rambled.
"Bellamy," Clarke said quietly.
"Mmm?" Bellamy responded, still trying to be nonchalant about the whole thing, but still unable to meet Clarke's eyes.
"I'm not acting either," Clarke told him. Bellamy finally dragged his eyes from the ground to look at her.
"You're not?" he gulped, his eyes wide. Clarke shook her head.
"I love you," she shrugged her shoulders gently as if it were no big deal.
"Okay… cool," Bellamy nodded, he seemed a little dumbfounded.
"Bellamy?" Clarke said, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah?" Bellamy said hoarsely, staring at her.
"I think this is the part where you kiss me," Clarke prompted.
"Right, yeah," he nodded again and then he was across the other side of the room in two strides, pulling Clarke against him and capturing her lips with his own. His kisses grew fiercer and their tongues found each other as Clarke's hands found their way up his shirt to caress his chest and abs. She began trying to remove his shirt completely but it wasn't easy with Bellamy refusing to help her because his hands were to busy slipping under her skirt to grab her ass. Clarke was momentarily distracted by her mission to get him naked when a hand slid into her panties. She gasped at the contact and leaned into him. Bellamy pressed a kiss to her lips while his fingers continued to stroke her beneath her underwear.
"Is this okay?" he whispered into her neck while she rocked against his fingers.
"Yes," she whimpered, clutching on to him like her life depended on it. "But for god's sake, will you take your fucking clothes off?" she groaned.
"Not yet," he replied, removing his hand from between her legs, where she was now throbbing with desire. He kissed down her neck and to her collar bone, his teeth grazing her skin just above where her dress fell on her chest. Clarke growled and pushed him off before tugging at his tie and jacket, tossing them to the floor. She'd managed to undo a few buttons on his shirt before and now she hurriedly ripped at the rest of them, revealing his toned chest to her brazen gaze.
"Happy now, princess?" Bellamy chuckled.
"Ecstatic," Clarke grinned wickedly, pushing him onto the bed before slipping off her own dress slowly, dropping it to the floor and stepping out of it and her shoes so she was left only in her lace panties.
"Fuck," Bellamy swore, his voice only just audible as he drank her in. Clarke wasted no more time in climbing onto his lap and straddling him, closing her open mouth over his as she ground her hips against him, loving the delicious friction between her and the hardened bulge between Bellamy's legs. He moaned into her mouth and she couldn't stop her own mews of pleasure from escaping her mouth as they thrust against each other and she could feel the tension building inside her.
"Fuck me, Bellamy," Clarke moaned longingly. Bellamy removed his hands from her wriggling hips and placed one across her back and the other against her thigh as he lifted her off him and flipped her onto her back on the bed. His fingers hooked into her panties and he slowly slid them down, exposing her completely to his eyes and touch. He looked almost awestruck at the sight of her totally naked body, and he bent his head down and kissed her lower belly, causing the pulsing between her legs to intensify. She gasped as his lips trailed down and his tongue slowly licked at her slick went folds.
Clarke closed her eyes and allowed herself to be taken away by the pleasure of Bellamy's hot mouth working at her most sensitive spot. She felt her breathing get heavier as she got closer and she writhed against him, breathing his name as she shuddered in orgasm.
"Please fuck me now," Clarke begged. She needed to feel his hard length inside her.
"Do you have a condom?" Bellamy asked.
"In the bag in the drawer," Clarke panted, still recovering from the orgasm he'd just given her. Bellamy got off the bed (he was still wearing pants, much to Clarke's annoyance), and opened the drawer.
"Uh, Clarke?" he said, a little dubiously.
"Yes?" she replied.
"I hate to disappoint but I think these are going to be a little big," he held up the box of extra extra large condoms. Clarke burst into a fit of giggles at the sight. She'd forgotten what she bought.
"I'm sorry," she laughed. "I bought those to impress Raven." Bellamy chuckled and tossed the box back in the drawer.
"What do we do now?" he asked.
"Raven has some," Clarke said. "I'm sure they won't be hard to find."
"I'll be right back," Bellamy grinned. He was gone a couple of minutes and Clarke started to worry he wasn't coming back, but he soon burst back through the door with a few condoms. He couldn't get his pants off fast enough and soon he had the condom on and was back on the bed with Clarke beneath him.
"Clarke," he whispered, suddenly serious. "I love you. I can't believe how lucky I am."
"Me too," she whispered back.
"I don't want to fuck you, Clarke," Bellamy continued. "I've loved you too long." Bellamy paused, but before Clarke could protest he added, "I don't want to fuck you. I want to make love to you."
"Okay," Clarke replied quietly. Bellamy kissed her then, first her lips, then her wet cheeks, and she hadn't realized until then that she was crying.
"Are you sure this is okay?" Bellamy asked.
"Yes," Clarke nodded. "Make love to me," she breathed.
Bellamy kissed her again, and shifted her body beneath him to give him access. His lips caressed her throat as he slid into her and she gasped audibly before turning the gasp into a moan as he filled her up. They clutched at each other as they worked in a slow rhythm together, gently rocking, still kissing each other as they built up the pace.
"Bellamy," Clarke moaned, "harder, please," she begged. She was so close and she was sure he was too, and she wrapped her legs around him pulling him tighter to her as he granted her request and thrust into her harder and faster, his breathing ragged as he moaned with her.
"Yes, yes, yes," she cried, feeling herself come crashing over the edge with spectacular force. A moment later Bellamy was screaming her name as he joined her in ecstasy. He lay down beside her as they both recovered and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close so he could whisper in her ear.
"So, Raven said you want to get married?" he smirked. Clarke realized he must have run into her when he was getting the condoms.
"I am going to kill her," Clarke groaned as Bellamy laughed heartily beside her.
Bellamy woke up the next morning with the girl of his dreams naked in his arms, and for a moment he forgot that it was real. When he remembered everything that had happened last night he leaned over and kissed her awake.
"So I guess we don't have to tell everyone we broke up now," he smiles.
"I guess not," Clarke grinned back.
"What's going to happen when we go back?" Bellamy asked.
"We'll continue being best friends except now we'll also be lovers," Clarke winked, pulling him in to kiss her deeply, before pushing him back and crawling on top of him.
"Just so you know, we don't have any more condoms," Bellamy told her ruefully.
"I'm sure Raven has more," Clarke shrugged.
"Nope, she gave me her last three," Bellamy shook his head. "And we used them all."
"Well, I guess we'll just have to do something else," Clarke winked before bringing her lips to his chest and trailing kisses down his body, until she reached his hardened cock. It was at that inconvenient moment that the door swung open.
"Aha, see I told you – oh," Cage said loudly. Clarke practically fell off the bed in shock as Cage, Abby and Marcus stood in the doorway to their bedroom.
"What the fuck?" Clarke yelled, hurriedly making sure she and Bellamy were both covered by the sheets. Abby's face was burning red and it seemed like neither she or Cage could speak.
"Cage here seemed to think you and Bellamy were pretending to be dating and he wanted to prove it to us," Marcus explained with a chuckle. "Seems he was wrong."
"Obviously," Clarke snapped. "Can we get some privacy?"
"Absolutely, sorry to intrude," Marcus answered backing out of the room, followed by Abby and Cage who were both clearly embarrassed.
"Sorry, Clarke," Abby called as she left, and Cage glared at them as he shut the door behind him. Clarke glanced at Bellamy and the two of them burst out laughing.
"That could have been awkward," Bellamy chuckled.
"Totally," Clarke grinned. "I love you," she said and Bellamy knew he'd never get tired of hearing her say that.
"And I love you," he replied. "And I have to tell my sister she was wrong."
"Wrong?" Clarke inquired.
"Yeah, she said you weren't going to magically fall in love with me and realise I was the one all along," Bellamy chuckled.
"You can tell her later. Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?"