Chapter Thirteen – Resolutions
Clarke rushed out of the hospital only to remember that Bellamy was the one who had driven her there, she'd walked to the Drop Ship at lunch time to meet her mother, but now she was stuck. She pulled out her phone seconds away from calling her Dad to ask whether he could pick her up, when her phone rang and Octavia's named flashed on the screen.
"What's up O?" Clarke sighed.
"I need your advice on something."
"Ok?" She hesitated.
"Should we go ahead with the show tonight, I mean Sasha was supposed to be a part of it and now she's…" Clarke heard her falter before ending her sentence.
"I don't want to sound selfish Clarke but if we don't make any money from these dresses then I'm going to lose everything, but yet I'd feel too guilty." Clarke thought for a moment, about Octavia's situation and Sasha's letter sitting at home.
"How about donating some of the money to a suicide charity, it's an option. People may say that we're being selfish but Sasha wouldn't want you to lose everything."
"You see, this is why we work so well together Clarkey, you have the brains and I have the beauty." She rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile at her best friend.
"Ok, O, I've got to go, I need to call my Dad so I can get home in time for the show."
"Where's your car?" Clarke panicked.
"It broke." She groaned at how pathetic she sounded.
"It broke?"
"Down, it broke down this morning." She grimaced and prayed that Octavia didn't notice.
"You better not be late Griffin." She chuckled.
"I'll try my best."
Clarke ended the call and called her Dad and 'begged' him to pick her up, she may have also promise to clean his car in return. When she finally got home, and persuaded her Dad to take her to the Bunker, she retrieved her things and hurried back outside.
She couldn't believe her eyes when she finally reached Octavia's store, the place had been transformed into the capital of fashion, a large catwalk split the shop in half with seats surrounding, an area had been set up to make donations and to buy any of Octavia's stock and lights shone brightly. Clarke heard a noise coming from behind the catwalk where he assumed she was supposed to get changed, she walked behind the curtain and found Emori crying into her hands.
"Emori, are you ok?" She sat next to the other girl.
"How can I be with someone who looks at me this way?"
"What are you talking about?" Emori lifted her head.
"John, he made fun of how I look, I mean I know I look different with the tattoo but I thought he was ok with it, now I realise that he just looks at me like strangers look at me on the street, like I'm abnormal." She watched as the tears streamed down Emori's face.
"Murphy looks at you like you hung the moon"
"That's how Bellamy looks at you, not how John looks at me" She fought back a smile.
"I'm being serious Emori, John Murphy is an arsehole who I've known for most of my life and in all that time I've never seen him behave like this over a girl. Now I still think that Murphy is an arsehole, but not in the way I used to and that's because of you. You're good for him and in a strange way he's good for you."
It took a lot of persuading but Clarke managed to convince Emori that John truly did love her and that she shouldn't let this stop her from doing something that she had been excited about for weeks. The two girls joined the others and began preparing to help the youngest Blake save her store and her life's work.
Bellamy followed Miller and Jasper into the store and couldn't believe how proud he was of his little sister for creating this life; he paused to read the note attached to his seat explaining how half of the money made that night would be donated in memory of Sasha and that donations were encouraged. He looked up and found pictures of all of the girls in the show wearing Octavia's latest collection, he glanced at Clarke's photo and groaned as he turned away scared that he wouldn't be able to control himself if he looked any longer.
"Big brother if that was you being discreet about staring at a picture of my best friend, you failed epically." Bellamy turned to find his younger sibling smirking at him and he groaned once again.
"Shouldn't you be getting ready or something?" He took a large sip from his champagne and attempted to control his breathing, he hated lying to his sister.
"If you looked at me every once in a while, instead of Clarke, you might noticed that I am ready and that I'm going to mingle," she joked. He grabbed another glass and took another sip.
"She has a point you know, you're so obvious." He rolled his eyes and walked over to the donation desk and placed a twenty dollar bill into the pot. He felt someone stand beside him and place a check in the same pot.
"Clarke informed me that you have decided not to tell anyone of your relationship and I would like you to know that I support your decision." He glanced to his right and found Abby smiling sweetly at him.
"Thank you Dr…"
"I thought I told you to call me Abby."
"Sorry, thank you Abby." He heard someone walking up behind him and a hand being placed on his shoulder.
"You two seem to be getting along well." Jake Griffin smiled at his ex-wife and placed his arm around Bellamy's shoulders.
"Think I could have a word with you?" Bellamy nodded and followed Clarke's father outside.
"What's up Jake?" He noticed Jake's expression changed.
"I know that you and Clarke are together."
"I thought you were ok with this?" He could feel his palms starting to sweat.
"I am, but I realised that I never gave you the talk." He stepped closer and spoke again.
"I think of you like a son Bellamy, but if you ever do anything to hurt my daughter I will make sure no ever hears from you or sees you again, do you understand me?" Bellamy nodded vigorously.
"Now that's settled, let's go back inside, the shows about to start." He patted him on the shoulder and walked back into the store, Bellamy tried to make sense of what had just happened but shook his head and headed back inside once he saw the lights change.
Bellamy spent most of the fashion show trying not to be too obvious whilst watching Clarke sway her hips and smirking when she caught glimpses of his strained face. He realised once he saw Emori that Murphy was nowhere to be seen.
When the show came to end, all of the girls took the stage and soaked in the applause, the girls left the stage and Bellamy found himself drawn to Clarke when the sound of someone speaking into a microphone and saw Murphy stood on the stage.
"For those who don't know me, I'm John Murphy and I hurt the one person who I care most about. I insulted her looks and made her feel humiliated.
"Wow, Murphy really has gone soft" He heard Miller speak from behind him.
"Jake can you give Emori the basket please?" Jake smiled as he handed Emori a basket filled with, what Bellamy could make out to be, tomatoes.
"I know it's stupid and extremely clichéd and I know it's highly unlikely that this will fix us but it's a start." Bellamy noticed how guilty Murphy looked but at the same time how fragile he seemed.
"I'm not going to do this John, this is not want I want with you, both of us getting even every time one of us messes up."
"Emori..."
"John I love you..."
"Emori..."
"But you don't have to do this, I forgive you ok, so you can get down from the stage now, please."
"Look in the bottom of the basket." Emori moved the content of the basket and found a ring box staring back at her, she looked up to find Murphy on one knee
"Fuck me." Bellamy whispered.
"Shh later, I want to see what happens." Bellamy struggled to hold back his smirk at his girlfriend's response.
"Yes" Emori breathed.
"I haven't even asked you yet." Murphy's smile spread across his face.
"Yes you arsehole." Emori jumped onto the stage and knocked Murphy onto his back, the crowd began to cheer and Bellamy glanced around to see many shocked faces at the change in Murphy's attitude.
"John Murphy did not just get engaged before Mom and Dad." Bellamy and Clarke simultaneously snapped their heads to face a sheepish looking Jasper.
When the excitement died down, Clarke and Bellamy found themselves staling glances from across the room even though Bellamy wanted nothing more than to be stood next to her shouting from the rooftops about his love for this girl.
"We sold the whole of the stupidly large order, even after we've donated half of the money we've made up for the error! I'm officially the best business woman ever." He hugged his sister and planted a kiss on the top of her head.
"Oh and Abby agreed to double the donation on behalf of The Bunker, how great is that?" Bellamy smiled. He saw Clarke motion to the door and smirked, he smiled back.
"Listen O I've got to get going, congratulations on tonight, I'm so proud of you." Octavia looked confused but then nodded her head and said goodbye.
Bellamy walked outside and found Clarke waiting inside a cab, he checked his surroundings and entered the vehicle. When they finally entered Clarke's place, Bellamy snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him, kicking the door shut with his foot.
"I remember a certain blonde saying that she was going to fuck me later, is that blonde going to stick to her promise?" Clarke turned to face him.
"Hmm, why don't you go find her then and ask her?" She smirked and he couldn't help but laugh.
"Shh you."
I can't believe I haven't posted in so long, I got a bad case of writers block. I hope this chapter made up for it, please review and tell me what you think :)