"we argued so much during a class discussion that we both got kicked out and we’re still arguing outside of class” for bellarke please
This is pretty short but I kind of like the way it came out, enjoy :)
“So whatdo you think?” Professor Kane asked as he pivoted away from the board and addressed his students, “Is democracy the best form of government?”
Almost immediately, Clarke’s hand shot up, her fingers wiggled with anxiousness to be called upon. She doesn’t miss the way most of her classmates roll their eyes but to put it simply, she really didn’t give a damn.
“Ms. Griffin, there’s no need for that,” he said, dismissing her raised hand, “It’s an open debate.”
Clarke brings her hand back down slowly and she ignores the way Bellamy (or who she liked to refer to as: the bane to her existence) smirks.
“Well, I’d say that democracy is the best form of government –,”
Bellamy scoffed, “Of course you would.”
“Mr. Blake…” Professor Kane shot him a warning look but his tone is tired. He, along with the rest of the class were used to Clarke and Bellamy’s disagreements.
Clarke narrowed her eyes at him, “Oh and you’d choose something else?”
“I would,” Bellamy straightened in his seat, “Capitalism.”
Clarke barked out a laugh, “That’s no surprise.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” His stare hardened.
“It means that you would want something where there was less government involvement,” she answered, “But just because they wouldn’t have a lot of say doesn’t mean you would be able to do whatever the hell you wanted.”
“Listen, princess –,”
Clarke glowered at him, her jaw clenched at the use of his injudicious nickname for her, “Don’t fucking call me that.”
“Ms. Griffin!” Kane admonished in surprise.
But his voice didn’t do anything to take the duo out of their staring match.
“I’ll call you whatever the fuck I please.”
“That’s enough!” Kane yelled causing the two to whip their heads in his direction, “Both of you – out.”
Clarke’s eyes widened, “Professor –,”
Bellamy had already stood with his backpack strap hoisted over his shoulder and when he passed her desk, he was glaring. She huffed under the scrutiny of the rest of the students and packed her bag as well, Kane already continuing with the lesson before she was fully out of the classroom.
Clarke turned her head once she closed the door behind her (keeping her composure so she wouldn’t slam it shut) and noticed Bellamy leaning his shoulder against the wall opposite the room.
The blonde rose an eyebrow, “Oh, this is my fault?”
“Yes, this is your fault,” he kicked off the wall, “Maybe if you weren’t so –”
“So what?” she stepped closer to him, her fingernails dug into the skin of her palm, “So hot headed, so annoying, so unreasonable? Come on, Bellamy. Give me something better than that – I’ve heard it all before,” she jabbed her pointer finger repeatedly into his chest, “From your big mouth.”
Bellamy stared down at her, his dark curls almost covering his eyes and she saw the muscle in his jaw flex, his voice was barley over a whisper when he spoke, “So damn hot.”
Clarke’s eyes widened briefly but before she could come up with a retort, his lips came crashing down to hers. When the shock wore off, her body reacted quickly, her lips moved against his and he backed them up against the wall. His mouth was hot and quick which wasn’t a surprise in the least because those were two things she’d associate with Bellamy especially when it came to their arguments. When his hand came up to caress her cheek and her leg hooked around his to bring him even closer she let herself be grateful for the fact that they had gotten kicked out of class and deemed this to be her new favorite of disputes.