I was planning on waiting a week to post another chapter but the positive feedback has inspired me to write a bunch, so here's another chapter! Enjoy :)

When Clarke had woken up she had found herself laid on top of Bellamy, she was about to jump off of him when she had looked up at him, and felt her heart beating loudly in her chest. Involuntarily her lips had parted as she drew in a sharp breath taking in the image of him before her. His lips too were parted just barely showing his perfect white teeth. A cluster of endless freckles across his cheek. Lastly she looked at his lashes, lashes people would kill for. They were long and dark, beautiful. What part of Bellamy wasn't beautiful?

Thinking back, there was a time when she had despised Bellamy but even then she could have admitted that he was breathtakingly handsome, she remembered even when they were mid argument her hand twitched and ached so badly to pull out her sketch pad and freeze him exactly as he was, scowl an all because even then he was captivating.

A door opening pulled her back to reality, and in a moment of panic she laid her head back down and pretended to be asleep. Slowly she opened her eyes, just enough to be able to see who was walking past, but not enough for them to know she was awake. The person froze upon seeing them on the couch.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" A sharp voice rang out. Harper.

Clarke winced as Bellamy stirred beneath her, only to pull her tighter against him before settling once again. Another voice joined in.

"Please don't wake them up." Octavia whispered.

"Excuse me?"

"Bellamy's never gone through the night without nightmares." O said, in a voice of awe.

Clarke felt a small tug at her heart, she knew that of course what Octavia was saying was true. She's been friends with her for almost 3 years now, and she's slept over hundreds of times. She's heard the telltale thrashing and yelling from Bellamy's room every single night.

She heard a scoff from Harper before she replied. "Whatever, tell Bellamy he's an asshole and to never text me again."

The slam of the front door caused her to jump but to her surprise Bellamy didn't move beneath her at all. Slowly she sat up and she was eye to eye with Octavia, she felt relief flood through her as O looked at her, not with anger but with a smirk? Clarke slowly disentangled herself from Bellamy's grip as Octavia retreated to her room Clarke quickly following.

"What happened between you guys last night?" O asked, not accusingly but curiously as she quietly shut the door.

"Nothing really, he couldn't sleep because Harper was in the room and I was already on the couch. We fell asleep with our heads leaning together I don't really know how we ended up like, well that.

Octavia seemed to be looking around the room at anything but Clarke. After a few minutes of silence, finally her eyes met Clarke's.

"You know if something did happen between you guys I wouldn't care, right? In fact I almost encourage it." She said, almost shyly.

Clarke felt her lips part and tried to keep her breathing even. "Nothing like that would ever happen, we're just good friends." she replied almost too quickly.

"Anyways, I have art class today so I need to go back to my place and get showered and ready. Love you."

The bell rang alerting the room that class was over. Picking up her phone she glanced down to check the time.3:00pm already? Most of the class was a blur to her, her mind kept going back to the conversation with Octavia. I'd even encourage it. Clarke had never thought about Bellamy that way. They were enemies, and then when Clarke had lost her best friend Wells they had become close, best friends even. Bellamy had understood loss and that had brought them together.

Pulling her sketchpad tightly to chest Clarke started her walk from the campus back to her small apartment where she found her roommate Raven sitting on the couch struggling to get up. Clarke threw her books and sketchpad down, rushing forward to help Raven only to have her hands smacked away.

"I don't need your help, Griffin."

Clarke felt herself tense. "Raven, you do. When is the last time you saw my mom?"

"I don't need her help either."

Before she could reply, Raven limped her way into her room yelling that she'd be going out with Jasper later today and not to wait up. Clarke wanted so badly to help Raven and Jasper, they'd both lost so much in the accident.

There freshmen year of college Raven, Jasper, Wells and his girlfriend Maya were driving home from the library after a long night of studying when a drunk driver blew a red light and hit them, killing Maya and Wells instantly and leaving Raven with nerve damage, causing her to lose feeling and the ability to move one leg.

Since then Raven and Jasper had gone downhill. Raven refusing to see any doctor's and Jasper drinking himself to sleep at night. Between Clarke, Octavia, Bellamy, Monty, Nathan and even Murphy they'd tried everything they could think of to get through to them and back to somewhat normal, but it'd been almost 2 years and they all had grieved and moved on. Everyone except Jasper and Raven. Eventually they'd let Raven and Jasper do what they'd wanted as much as it hurt.

A chime from her phone pulled Clarke from deep inside her own mind back to reality. Opening her phone she felt her heart skip a beat as she read who the text was from.

From: Bellamy

Hey are you coming over tonight? Probably going to pop some popcorn and rent a movie on demand. Octavia is staying over at Lincolns tonight so you can sleep in her room.

Clarke was suddenly very aware of how hard her heart was beating and cursed herself in her mind, she did not feel that way about Bellamy Blake, he was one of her best friends and that was it. Plus even if she did there was no way he could possibly feel the same way. Bellamy was a player in all honesty and everyone knew that. Hell, he even admitted it to her. Slowly she let out a sigh and began typing a reply.

"Sure, I'll grab the ice cream."

Clarke looked down at the clock next to her bed, 8:00pm exactly. Quickly she grabbed her bag off of her desk and left her room closing the door. As she started her walk to Bellamy's apartment she looked down at her attire. She'd pulled on a pair of shorts, that were shorter than she had anticipated and a black tank top that clung to her small frame. Before she had time to stress about how short they were, she'd looked up and found herself at Bellamy's door. Usually she'd walk right in and go directly to Octavia's room but since she's not here Clarke felt it was appropriate to actually knock. Tucking her hair behind her ears before she moved her hand to the door and gently knocked.

She heard footsteps and when Bellamy pulled the door open he gave a look of surprise, she felt disappointment sinking into her body. He totally forgot he even invited you over he probably has some girl coming over, and why did you ever even hope for a second that-

"Why did you knock? Couldn't open the door yourself, Princess?" he said with a wink.

She lightly hit his chest and pushed past him relief settling in. The smell of buttery popcorn filled her nose and she heard herself let out a quiet content sigh.

"Sit down, the popcorn is done and the movie is ready."

"Oh here." Clarke let out, moving and opening her bag handing him the vanilla ice cream.

Bellamy gave her a small smile as he took the ice cream from her hands and walked back into the kitchen. Sitting herself down in the middle of the couch she pulled the blanket from behind her laying it on her lap just as Bellamy reappeared holding a bowl of popcorn and two root beer floats in hand, she felt herself grin as she reached out a hand to take one of them from him, immediately taking a small sip from it.

Bellamy chuckled, a deep throaty laugh she noted as she pulled the cup away from her face. Out of what Clarke guessed as an instinct, Bellamy pressed his thumb to her upper lip slowly sliding it across, wiping away the foam that had been there a second before. Finally he sat down next to her, before starting the movie he had looked at her lips.

"Stop biting your lip." He murmured.

She'd felt her face heat up at his words and before she could respond he had hit the play button on the remote.

Clarke couldn't remember at what point she had laid down, and Bellamy had laid against her resting his head just under her ribs or when he had slid under the covers as well, but she became very aware when her shirt had ridden up and he had moved his to her uncovered skin, resting it there as they continued to watch the movie. Trying to stay focused on the movie that had just reached its climax was near impossible. Cursing herself as her breath picked up. Get a hold of yourself you've laid like this with him a bunch of times.

But has she? Like this? With Octavia's words swimming in her head, it no longer felt as innocent as she had once imagined.

Just as she calmed her breathing the movie's ending credits had come up and she felt Bellamy tuck himself closer against her. Looking down at him she saw his feet hanging off the couch and instinctively moved over, patting behind her. Bellamy's eyes met hers and they shined so brightly in the dim lighting, suddenly she'd forgotten how to swallow, how to breathe, how to speak.

Bellamy's eyes traveled down her face stopping on her plump pink lips, and before she could take in a breath there lips collided and her world stopped. Time stopped. So soft, her mind repeated over and over, and then she felt his tongue slide past her lips and she exploded into a million different pieces as their tongues touched. So sweet, so incredib-

A loud bang on the door abruptly ended the fireworks that were going off in her head. Bellamy achingly slowly pulled away from her lips his eyes hooded. As he got up from the couch, she pushed her fingers to her lips, which were already missing his.

Bellamy yanked the door open, annoyance clear. "Who is it and what the fuck do you want-"His words were cut off as Harper pushed past him, not noticing Clarke, she began yelling.

"When your girlfriend say's don't text or call, she means you need to text or call!"

Clarke heard herself gasp as the word girlfriend left her mouth, and Harper's head whipped towards her.

"BELLAMY BLAKE, YOU'RE CHEATING ON ME?"

Bellamy started at Harper with his brows furrowed. "What no-"

Before he could get out anymore Clarke grabbed her bag, swinging it over her shoulder and running out of the apartment, vaguely aware of someone calling her name behind her. Everything became blurry as she kept running. You're cheating on me? The words rung loud in her mind, taking her back to when she sat on Finn's lap in a deep kiss when the door flew open and Raven stepped in, asking him the same question over and over.

Clarke found herself outside of Arcadia and barged through the door heading straight towards the bar, sitting on the bar stool she slammed her hand down, Murphy approached her warily.

"Jack on the rocks please." She said with a forced smile.

She felt a large hand on her hip and an unfamiliar voice in her ear. "Can I buy that for you miss?"

Slowly she turned giving a look of what she hoped was an innocent and dumb kind of look, the guy was surely hoping for. "Why thank you." She said as the stranger sat on the stool next to her, placing his hand on her lower back.