Chapter Seven – Arguments

When Clarke finally made it home, she found Octavia waiting on her porch. Clarke unlocked the door and made her way inside, followed by Octavia. She walked into the kitchen and retrieved two bottles of water for her and Octavia.

"Why did my brother look like he was going to kill me last night?"

"Maybe because he's a dick," Clarke whispered, hoping Octavia wouldn't hear.

"Oh, so you're the reason. Why wasn't that my first guess? What happened?"

"Nothing." She shrugged.

"Clarke…"

"We had an argument, that's it."

"Over what?"

"Finn."

"Why were you arguing over Finn, you haven't spoken to him in months?" Clarke looked at the floor and Octavia's eyes widened.

"Clarke, what did you do?" Clarke looked up and saw the glare Octavia was currently giving her. Clarke recalled the events of the previous night, Octavia's expression never changing.

"I'm sure he didn't mean it. The next time you see each other, you'll be back to normal I'm positive." Clarke winced. Octavia sighed.

"You've seen him today haven't you?" Clarke nodded.

"Let me guess, things didn't go so well?" She shook her head.

"I sort of yelled at him in the middle of the precinct, and in front of my Dad," She winced.

"Clarke! He could've lost his job!" Octavia yelled, Clarke thought that she only reserved that volume for her brother. Apparently, she was wrong.

"He hasn't, I don't think." Clarke's phone buzzed, before she could read it, Octavia reached for the phone. She watched as her best friend read the message.

"Well it seems as though he hasn't lost his job, so you're forgiven." Octavia smirked as she passed the phone back to Clarke.

I really am sorry Clarke, please forgive me. Meet me at the Drop Ship at 5. If you turn up and tell me you want nothing more to do with me, I'll understand. But if you don't, I won't give up. Please Clarke, I can't lose you x

Clarke locked her phone and placed it on the counter, she took a sip of her water and watched as Octavia waited for her reaction.

"So, how's Lincoln?" Octavia's jaw dropped.

"Are you kidding me? My brother just practically confessed his love for you and you want to talk about Lincoln!" Octavia shrieked.

"Your brother didn't confess his love for me, he was just apologising for calling me stupid." Clarke stood and walked into the living room, turned on the TV and sat down. Octavia walked in, stole the remote and turned off the TV.

"Clarke, tell me you're going. Tell me I don't have to drag you there myself."

"He hurt me Octavia, apart from Wells, Bellamy was always the one person that I knew I could call if I had a problem, now I feel like if I call him, he'll judge me." Clarke sighed. Octavia took Clarke's hands in her own.

"Bellamy's not like that, and I know that you always think I'm joking when I say this, but Bellamy loves you. Like the text said, you can go to the Drop Ship and tell him that you want nothing more to do with him, it'll probably kill him, but he'll survive," Octavia smiled.

"I don't know." Clarke sat back in her chair and stared at her hands. She heard Octavia's phone buzz.

"Clarke, I've got to go. Lincoln needs me to look at one of his paintings what he's not sure about. Don't forget, five o'clock." Octavia stood and began to leave.

"Octavia, your brother only loves me as a friend," Clarke shouted.

"You keep telling yourself that." She left. Clarke wondered when people would stop telling her that the eldest Blake loved her, even her own father was adamant that he did. She would always remember having lunch with her Dad in his office, when Bellamy walked in the door. After he left, Jake had asked if there was anything going on between the pair. Clarke didn't understand why, but throughout the rest of the hour, she had tried to sneak quick glances at the officer, only to find him glancing at her. Clarke had started to think that maybe everyone was right, that was until she left to go back to the hospital and she heard him agreeing with Murphy that she got special treatment from everyone in the town. At least, that's what she thought she had heard. Murphy did in fact say that she received special treatment, but Bellamy had sarcastically agreed and told him to say it to her face to see how she felt.

Clarke spent the next hour contemplating whether she should go and talk to Bellamy, she read the text seven more times before she finally decided to go.

17:00 – The Drop Ship

Bellamy had been sat in the Drop Ship for thirty minutes, and as every minute passed, he convinced himself that Clarke wasn't going to show up. He was vibrating, he put it down to nerves, not the four cups of coffee he had drunk whilst waiting for the blonde to show up or stand him up.

The bell on the door chimed and Bellamy glanced over, he couldn't help but smile as he saw Clarke stood looking around. Their eyes met and Bellamy stood as Clarke walked towards him.

"I didn't think you were going to show," Bellamy smiled.

"Your sister convinced me." Clarke sat down and Bellamy slowly did the same.

"I'm really hoping you're not going to say that this is the last time I'm going to see you, because I don't think I can cope without you." Bellamy sat awkwardly in his chair; Clarke didn't respond and her face never faltered.

"Clarke, please say something."

"You said that if I turned up and said that I wanted nothing more to do with you, you'd understand. Is that true?" Clarke spoke, her eyes never leaving his.

"Yes, but…"

"So how would it work?" She asked.

"What?"

"How would it work, if I wanted nothing more to do with you, how would we deal with group functions? Would I get to go to one and you avoid it and vice versa? It's a small town Bellamy, we'd see each other at some point; how would it work then? Would we just treat each other like strangers?" Bellamy was speechless, she had really thought about this.

"Did you say that so you wouldn't have to see me again after what happened?" Bellamy found that he had somehow forgotten how to form a sentence.

"Are you going to answer me?"

"I'm sorry for calling you stupid." He spoke. Clarke sighed.

"I know, and I'm sorry for yelling at you in front of everyone, especially my Dad." Bellamy felt a though he could finally breathe again.

"It's fine."

"It's not Bellamy, if my Dad thought that you'd done something to me, he would've fired you there and then…" Bellamy reached across the table and held Clarke's hands.

"I didn't lose my job, your Dad would never fire me, he loves me too much," Bellamy smirked.

"Yeah, I'm actually starting to believe that," Clarke laughed.

The pair talked and laughed for what felt like hours, Clarke felt happy for the first time since the accident, and it was because of Bellamy. As they stood to leave, Clarke received a text.

Finn – 18:32

So I was thinking, tomorrow night we could continue where we left off last night, before we were rudely interrupted by Blake. You know you want to ;) x

"Who's that?" Clarke looked up to find Bellamy staring at her intensely.

"No one." She tried to put on a fake smile, but Bellamy saw through it. He grabbed her phone before she could stop hm. Bellamy felt his stomach drop as he read the text.

"You're not seriously thinking about this are you?" His body tensing at the thought of it.

"Not this again, I refuse to have this argument more than once." Clarke took back her phone and walked away from the eldest Blake.

"I don't want to have this argument again either," Bellamy said, whilst chasing after her.

"Then don't judge me." Clarke turned.

"You really are thinking about going back to him aren't you?" Clarke didn't know what to say, she hadn't even thought about Finn in hours.

"I don't know?" Bellamy wiped his hand over his face.

"Don't make this mistake Clarke, please," He sighed.

"Tell me why I shouldn't." Bellamy turned quickly and tried to walk away.

"See, you can't even tell me one reason why!" She yelled. Bellamy took a deep breath, it was now or never. He turned and walked towards her. Before Clarke could question what he was doing, his lips were on hers, and she didn't know how to react. His hands cupped her cheeks, and after a few seconds, he pulled away. Bellamy leaned and whispered in her ear.

"That's why." Once again, he turned and left, and she let him. Clarke never believed what everyone said, but now she was starting to.

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