Chapter Four – Two Weeks before the Crash
Flashback
It had taken Wells over a month to propose to Sasha, and Clarke had found it difficult to keep it from Sasha. Every time Clarke hung out with Sasha, she felt as though she was going to burst. Sasha never mentioned the job again, Clarke figured that she'd turned it down, but she never asked.
Clarke was the first person Wells called after he proposed, she could hear Sasha in the background on the phone with her mother. Wells had never sounded so happy, Clarke realised that Wells was finally doing something with his life, which might have been the reason why Clarke had drunk half of a bottle of Monty's moonshine to make her feel better. Somehow Clarke had also managed to agree to go shopping for a dress for Well' engagement party, which Octavia somehow planned in two hours for the Saturday night.
Octavia's boutique had been in business for almost a year and most of the girls in Ark were wearing her designs. This made it easier for Clarke to shop with a hangover as Octavia wouldn't allow her to wear anyone else's designs. On her lunch hour, Clarke drove to Octavia's boutique, the Bunker, and met Sasha, Emori and Octavia inside.
Sasha smiled and made her way into the changing rooms, Clarke made her way over to the couches and sat down next to Emori. Clarke turned to talk to Emori but noticed that she was too busy smiling at her phone to notice anyone else.
"Do we even want to know what Murphy's saying to make you smile?" Octavia smirked. Clarke noticed how much the Blake siblings are alike.
"Probably not," Emori blushed, the girls laughed but Clarke squirmed, the loud noise making her head hurt. Sasha stepped out of the changing room, walked towards the girls and twirled.
"So, what do you think?" The three girls inspected the dress.
"Love it."
"Love it."
"Hate it." Octavia turned her head to look at Clarke.
"Are you kidding me? She looks hot!" Octavia yelled and Clarke groaned.
"I just don't like it," Octavia moved towards Clarke and hit her head.
"What the hell O?" Clarke touched her head and squeezed her eyes shut, begging for her headache to leave.
"I designed that dress, you're supposed to tell me that you love it. You may have a hangover but there is no need to insult my dress," Octavia whined.
"I apologise. It is the best dress I have ever seen, may I have it in every colour possible?" Clarke joked. Octavia walked over to the rail next to the counter and picked up a strapless, red dress then walked back to Clarke.
"Try this on." Clarke obliged. She walked into the changing room and tried on the dress. When she looked in the mirror, she noticed how the dress hugged her hips and made her look amazing, Clarke made a mental note to buy more dresses from Octavia, they always made her look great, even when she felt like death. As she walked out, she heard Emori, Sasha and Octavia whispering and giggling.
"Well?" Clarke spun.
"I'm upping the bet, double your money or you're out," Octavia stated. The girls their money on the table. Clarke looked at each of them, confused.
"What bet?" Octavia giggled, she picked up the money and started counting it, then placed it in the safe under the register.
"We're betting how long it will take before Bellamy jumps you when he sees you in that dress." Clarke's jaw dropped.
"Are you seriously betting on me sleeping with your brother? Octavia, that's wrong on so many levels." This made the girls laugh even more.
"Relax Clarke, it's going to happen at some point, so we're just making it happen faster," Emori smiled. Clarke caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and realised that they may be right.
"I will buy the dress, but only because I haven't got time to find another one. It has nothing to do with your bet or you brother," Clarke pointed at Octavia, she smiled. Clarke turned and walked back towards the changing room.
"Whatever you say, Clarke." Clarke couldn't help but smile.
Saturday Night – The Engagement Party
Clarke arrived late to the party, hoping to avoid being noticed by her mother. It seemed to work, that was until Wells had made a speech and insisted that he stood by him during it.
"I just want to thank everyone for coming and celebrating our engagement with us. I'd like to thank Octavia for throwing this together in such a short space of time. However, the one person whom I owe everything to is Clarke, she's been there for me through everything and without her I wouldn't be standing here making this toast. Clarke is the one who gave me the final push to propose and helped me plan everything. So if you would all raise your glasses, to Clarke, the best friend I could ever ask for," Wells smiled.
"To Clarke!" The crowd shouted. Clarke was pulled into a hug by Wells and Sasha, she could feel herself welling up and excused herself to step outside for some fresh air.
Clarke stood on the porch outside the Jaha household, the cold air hitting her shoulders. Clarke heard the door behind her open, but didn't bother to turn and look. She felt a jacket being place on her shoulders and someone stand beside her. Clarke turned to find Bellamy stood leaning against the banister, smiling at her.
"Thanks," She muttered.
"No problem, Princess," Bellamy smirked. Clarke leaned over and punched his bicep.
"What was that for?" He laughed.
"You were being an ass," She smiled. Silence filled the air, but it wasn't uncomfortable, it never was between them. The door opened once again, they both turned to find Emori stumbling onto the porch and Murphy attempting to help her balance. Murphy looked up and smiled at the pair, they could hear Emori mumbling and Murphy laughing. They watched as he put Emori in the cab and then got in himself. Clarke was shocked, she had never seen that side of Murphy, and it was rather sweet to watch.
"Well Murphy's whipped," Bellamy laughed. Clarke nudged his shoulder.
"Be quiet, Murphy and Emori are cute together," She smiled. Bellamy's eyebrow lifted.
"You do realise that you just used the words cute and Murphy in the same sentence," Bellamy grinned.
"Emori's good for him, I can actually have a conversation for longer than thirty seconds without wanting to punch him. You're just jealous that Murphy has a girlfriend and you don't," Clarke mocked.
"My heart's breaking, Princess," Bellamy placed his hands on his chest. Before she realised what she was doing, Clarke placed her hand on his chest, above his heart. He could feel how fast it was beating.
"Seems fine to me," She whispered. Bellamy locked eyes with her and she could feel the space between the becoming smaller.
"Clarke…" He sighed, their lips almost touching. There was a loud crash inside and they jumped apart. Clarke ran inside to find glass smashed on the floor, Sasha crying and Wells being held back by her father and Miller.
"What's going on?" She yelled. Wells turned and broke away from the two men.
"Did you know?" Wells asked, he walked over to Clarke and stopped in front of her.
"Did I know what?" Clarke questioned.
"Did you know that my lovely fiancé has taken a job at the other side of the country and has already handed in her resignation along with mine?" Wells shouted, she flinched; Clarke had never seen him this angry.
"It was supposed to be a surprise, a good surprise," Sasha cried.
"Don't you speak, I want to hear it from Clarke. Did you know?" Wells snapped.
"I only knew about the job, but she said she was going to speak you about it," Clarke answered. Wells' face was filled with anger, his eyes were filled with rage.
"How long did you know about the job offer?"
"A few weeks, but I swear I didn't know that she'd taken it." Clarke was hurt, for the first time, Wells was turning against her. He stepped back and turned to face Sasha.
"Get out," Wells stated. Sasha ran to the door and left, Octavia not far behind.
"Well I hope you all enjoyed the party, feel free to talk behind my back about how my fiancé and my best friends lied to me and cost me my job. Now I don't want to sound rude, but I'm going to leave. Goodnight everyone!" Wells turned and left. Clarke stood frozen and watched as he stormed past her, he mouth slightly open. Had she just lost her best friend? She shrugged Bellamy's jacket off of her shoulders and ran out of the door, not to find Wells, but to get away from the eyes staring at her. What had she done?
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