Chapter Eleven – Moving On
The Drop Ship was one of the places to be in Ark, it was home to the best coffee available in the town. Octavia finally had a break, even though she owned the Bunker, it didn't mean she was going to let anyone else do all the hard work and gain the credit. She scanned the room and noticed Lincoln, Murphy, Emori and Monty sat in their booth in the secluded corner of the coffee shop, she walked forward and pecked Lincoln on the cheek and sat down next to him. The group were joined shortly by Monty and Jasper, who had decided to take an early break, and Miller.
"Hey O, have you spoke to Bellamy today?"
"No, why? Is he ok?" Octavia spoke.
"I don't know? He called me six times this morning, then when I texted him back, he said everything was going to be fine." Miller took a sip of his freshly brewed coffee.
"My brother everyone, mysterious as fuck." She laughed.
The doorbell rang and the group's blonde best friend walked in, over to the counter and asked for a bottle of water. Her workout gear clinging to her body with sweat.
"Is that Clarke?" Murphy questioned. The group turned to glance at the counter.
"Shit." Octavia whispered.
"What?"
"She's jogging, she only jogs when she's extremely stressed." Raven answered.
"This has something to do with my brother, I can feel it."
Clarke smiled at the cashier as she turned to leave. Octavia looked over at Raven and they both rose to follow their friend.
"Clarke, wait up, you know I can't run fast!" Raven panted as she tried to keep up with the two girls. The blonde turned to face them both.
"Why is your brother such an idiot?" Clarke breathed.
"Ha, knew it, pay up Reyes."
"We didn't bet on anything, Blake. Clarke, please tell us what's wrong before Octavia tries to rob me."
"O, please don't be mad."
"Why would I be…Oh my God, you slept with my brother?" Octavia squealed.
"Ok ladies, let's move this conversation off of the street, people are beginning to stare." The three girls made their way over to Raven's car and Octavia said where to go, but Clarke didn't hear.
"Clarke, I'm not mad, a little grossed out at the thought of it, but I'm not mad. It's about time you two got your shit together."
"He told me he loves me." The car jolted and Clarke clung to her seatbelt, her pulse increasing slightly. Raven started the car again.
"Sorry, my knee jammed. Bellamy 'I'm scared of commitment' Blake told you he loves you? What did you say?"
"I told him to leave." Octavia began laughing.
"Octavia, it's not funny. The man I love told me he loves me and I told him to leave." The car came to an abrupt stop and Clarke couldn't stop a scream from escaping her mouth. She looked up and noticed Octavia and Raven staring at her.
"Raven, what the fuck? You need to get that knee sorted."
"I'm sorry, Clarke, but you just said that you love him."
"I didn't say that."
"Yes you did! You said 'the man I love', you do love him!" Octavia shrieked. The sound of car horns gave Clarke the excuse to change the subject.
"Raven, start the car, you're about to cause a pile up." Raven started the car and continued to drive down the street until they reached the Bunker.
"Why are we here?"
"Indra's checking the new stock and I was heading back here after coffee. This doesn't mean that this conversation is over young lady." Octavia smiled as she jumped out of the car. Raven turned to face Clarke in the back seat.
"So, you and the eldest Blake then." Raven smirked. Clarke could feel her the heat rising to her cheeks.
"Not really, I've messed it up thoroughly." She moved further back in her seat, wishing the conversation would end.
"I doubt it, Griffin. That man has loved you for years, he's not going to stop just because you told him to leave." The brunette smiled. The passenger side door swung open to reveal Octavia looking flushed and stressed.
"The order's been screwed up, I wanted fifty of each dress in every size, and they've sent five hundred of each. What am I supposed to do with five hundred of the same dress in twenty different sizes? I own a boutique, not a superstore!" Clarke stifled a laugh and exited the car, grabbing Octavia's arm and smiling sweetly.
"Come on, let's see what we can do." Raven followed them slowly. The three girls walked into the Bunker to find almost every inch of the room covered in boxes, full of dresses.
Clarke could just make out Indra in the back of the store arguing on the phone. She turned to the youngest Blake and watched as she ran her hands through her hair, Clarke couldn't help but think of how she must have picked up the trait from Bellamy. Indra made her way through the store and to Octavia.
"Ok, apparently there's nothing they can do about it, so we're stuck with all of this stock. We have to sell it somehow."
"Never mind that, these boxes have to be moved, Octavia. You won't sell anything if people can't get into the shop." Raven raised her hands in surrender as Octavia glared at her.
"She's right, Octavia. We need this sorting today, we can't miss another day." Indra spoke. Octavia took out her phone and began typing a message to send to the boys.
Octavia – 14:21
I've got a problem at the bunker, need help moving boxes. Get here ASAP!x
Miller – 14:22
Me, Murphy, Jasper and Monty are on our way. Me and Murphy have to leave in an hour, we've got a shift x
Lincoln – 14:27
On my way babe x
Bellamy – 14:31
I'll be there as soon as I can, just waiting for Glass to print some forms then I'll head over x
Bellamy – 14:31
Is Clarke there?x
Octavia looked up at Clarke, who was currently attempting to move boxes but struggling tremendously. She typed her answer.
Octavia – 14:32
No x
Half an hour later
Miller, Murphy, Monty and Jasper had arrived quickly and started to attempt to move the boxes, closely followed by Lincoln. Raven had text Wick to help, but they spent most of their time watching everyone work.
Clarke was tired and began to pick up more boxes than she could possibly carry to try and get the job done. She picked up three boxes and attempted to turn around with them, but started to stumble. Hands wrapped around her arms and two of the boxes were taken from her.
"Thanks." Clarke laughed and when she looked up, she found that it was Bellamy who had stopped her from falling.
"Clarke? Octavia said that you weren't here." Clarke breathed then turned towards the back of the store.
"Octavia, you're brother's here." She watched as the smile dropped from Octavia's face and an apologetic look took over. Clarke walked passed her.
"It's fine." Clarke whispered. Bellamy walked over to his little sister, looking rather stressed.
"Tavia, what the hell? You promised me she wasn't here," He hissed.
"I didn't promise anything; you asked and I told a little white lie, you'll get over it." Octavia followed Clarke into the back room. She found the blonde on the phone.
"Mother, I said I'm on my way didn't I?" Clarke ended the call and smiled apologetically at her best friend.
"I'm needed at the hospital, can you get everything done without me?"
"Yeah, we'll be fine. Now Bell's here, he'll make up for Wick and Raven. I really am sorry for not telling you I texted him…"
"It's ok. I've really got to go though. I'll talk to you later, ok?"
"Yeah." Clarke walked quickly passed Bellamy, trying to ignore that he was watching her leave.
3 hours later, at the hospital
"You look exhausted, Abby." Clarke looked up to find her mother standing in the doorway of the break room.
"Lexa, is it alright if I have a word with my daughter in private?" Abby smiled, falsely. Lexa looked over to Clarke, who then nodded. The Commander left the room.
"I was surprised to get Octavia's invitation, although I'm guessing you had nothing to do with it." Abby sat opposite her daughter.
"Invitation to what?" The doctor pulled out her phone and showed Clarke the email Octavia had sent her mother.
Dear Dr Griffin/Kane (I'm sorry, I'm not sure what to call you),
I don't know whether Clarke has told you, but I have recently had an order at the Bunker which is too large for the demand I receive. I am sure that you will have seen Clarke wearing my designs and I believe there is an opportunity that will benefit us both.
I have arranged a fashion show to be held in a week's time where I will sell the extra stock I couldn't possibly sell within a month. Usually, I would be quite subtle about this topic, but I'm desperate. You know quite a few wealthy people, who I have sold dresses to before, and I can get Clarke to spend more than five minutes in a room with you (hopefully).
I hope I haven't sounded too informal, hope to hear from you soon.
Yours Sincerely,
Octavia Blake
"Your friend is really something," Abby laughed.
"Yeah." Abby stood to leave and Clarke did the same.
"Please tell Octavia that my 'wealthy' friends and I will attend her show, I'm looking forward to it." Clarke nodded and watched her mother leave. She pulled out her phone and called Octavia.
"Clarke, please tell me you're coming back, the delinquents are starting to get on my nerves."
"Starting? I think this is the longest you've ever gone without threatening to murder one of them," Clarke joked.
"Oh no, I've already done that, about thirty seconds after you left."
"You almost moved all of the boxes?"
"No, Jasper and Monty decided they needed a break, after twenty minutes, there's still boxes everywhere. Any chance you're not too tired and are willing to come back and help?" Octavia's voice full of hope.
"Is Bell still there?" She sighed.
"Yes, but you can work at opposite ends of the store. Please, I'm desperate." Octavia begged.
"Give me ten minutes. I guess I'll have to get used to seeing him, especially at the fashion show which my mother has conveniently been invited to," Clarke smirked.
"About that… Jasper I swear to God if you break that I will break your face, Clarke please hurry." She hung up the phone and walked to sign out.
The night before the fashion show
"Remind me again why I agreed to do this?" Raven complained as Octavia 'accidently' stuck yet another pin into her.
"Because you love your best friend and you want to look amazing for Wick." Raven blushed.
"When's Sasha coming in for her…?" Maya began before Emori interrupted.
"Maya…"
"It's ok, Octavia told me the other night. I don't necessarily have to speak to her, it doesn't matter anyway. Octavia needed more models so she asked Sasha, so what?"
"Clarke, your next, try this on." Octavia noticed Clarke's phone buzzing on the counter.
"Griffin, you're phone's buzzing like mad, do you want me to answer it," Raven yelled.
"No, it's probably just my mother." Clarke stepped out of the changing room and waiting for Octavia's alterations.
Later that night
Clarke finally made it home after trying on eight dresses for the show, she had only just made it into the kitchen when there was a knock on the door. She opened the door to find her Dad and Bellamy stood, in their uniforms, their faces stern.
"Clarke, can we come in?" Her father asked.
"Sure?" They followed Clarke over to the couch.
"Clarke, it's Sasha." Bellamy spoke softly,
"The police were called to her house early this morning, the neighbours heard a loud noise and said that they hadn't seen Sasha in days and that she hadn't been right since Wells' death." Jake looked scared to finish, he looked at Bellamy who continued to speak.
"Sasha was found dead this morning, a gunshot to the head. Clarke, Sasha committed suicide." She was in shock, the last time she spoke to Sasha was at Wells' funeral and she had said things she didn't mean.
"Why are you telling me this?" Clarke was utterly confused.
"There was a letter at her house, with your name on it. I thought you might want it." Jake handed over the note.
"Bellamy's going to stay with you a while, I hope you don't mind. I don't want you to be alone right now." Jake stood and kissed his daughter on the head. Silence filled the air as Jake left the house.
"If you want me to wait a few minutes and then leave…"
"No, please don't."
"Clarke, you don't have to do this to please your dad."
"I'm not. You could walk out of this house right now, get run over and I could never see you again and the last thing that would've happened would've been me telling you to leave again."
"Ok, Princess." Clarke couldn't help but smile at the name.
"I didn't think I'd hear you call me that again." Bellamy smiled back.
"I didn't think you'd want me to call you that again." They both sat smiling at each other.
"Mind if I get a drink?" Clarke nodded. Bellamy walked into the kitchen and Clarke followed.
"If I tell you something, you have to promise me not to shriek like your sister did when she found out." Clarke breathed, Bellamy stopped pouring his drink and turned to face her.
"Ok?" Clarke stepped forward and placed her hands on his arms.
"The last conversation I had with Sasha wasn't good, and now I'm never going to get to tell her that I didn't mean it and I'm not going to make that mistake with you. I told you to leave because I was scared of admitting how I really feel. I love you Bellamy Blake, I have since I first met you and I don't plan on stopping anytime soon." Bellamy looked speechless.
"Are you being serious? Because if this is you messing with me I swear to God I'm going to be so pissed off." Bellamy smiled.
"I'm being serious you dork, now are you going to kiss me or…" Clarke was cut off by Bellamy's lip on top of hers, he pulled her close and Clarke wrapped her arms around her neck. She moaned as he pulled away to look at her.
"You better be sure, because there is no way in hell I'm letting you go anytime soon," Bellamy laughed.
"You know, I think I'm perfectly fine with that." Clarke smirked as she was pulled into yet another kiss. For the first time in months, everything seemed to be going right for her.
This chapter was so much fun to write, I hope you all enjoyed it. Please keep reviewing, I'd love to hear what you think of this chapter :)