I’M SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG. I MEANT TO DO IT YESTERDAY BUT THEN TIME GOT AWAY FROM ME AND I HAD TO GET UP FOR CLASS THIS MORNING. BUT HERE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! <3
“He’s hot,” Raven said around the straw of her iced coffee, pointing to the dark-haired stranger sitting two tables away, hunched over a laptop, typing furiously, earbuds stuffed in his ears.
“Sure,” Clarke said dismissively. “If you like the manic typing sort. Hey, Rave, what the hell are you doing?”
Raven adjusted the angle of the phone she was holding up just a bit. “Taking a picture for snapchat, obviously.”
Clarke lunged across the table, nearly knocking over both their drinks. “Don’t you da-”
The flash went off just as the stranger looked up. Right at Clarke. Raven threw the phone at her in a rush as she rocketed out of her chair, taking her cup with her. Clarke caught the phone on instinct, staring down at it in shock (it was a good picture, she noted) then looking up at the staring stranger. She saw the exact moment that his eyes flicked down to the phone and then back up at her.
He stood up carefully, closed his laptop, and crossed the small distance between them, leaning his hands on the table.
“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” he asked, voice controlled but still with a current of anger.
“Uh.” Clarke looked down at Raven’s phone. “This isn’t mine.”
“Then why are you holding it?”
“It’s my roommate’s.”
“I don’t think that really answers the question, do you?”
“My roommate…took the picture?” she offered. “Because she thought you were hot?”
Thank God Raven had disappeared off somewhere. This would have been significantly more awkward if she’d been there.
“I swear I’m not creepy,” she added. Well done, Clarke, she thought. Because that’s totally not something someone creepy would say.
“And where is your roommate?”
Clarke shrugged helplessly. “Gone?”
He was smiling now.
“What was your roommate planning on doing with said picture?” he asked, sliding into Raven’s vacated seat.
Clarke gaped at him. “Snapchatting it?”
He laughed. “Hmmm. That’s a new one. I guess it’s an ego boost, right?” A wider smile.
She found herself mesmerized by how even his teeth were. Surely no one’s teeth were naturally that straight. He must have some kind of invisible retainer, she decided. He was looking at her with a concerned look now and she realized it was because she hadn’t answered his question and now an awkward pause was stretching out between them.
“Right,” she said hurriedly.
He chuckled. “Distracted, princess?”
She glared at him. “Like I’d say yes to that.”
A smirk. “I think that was a yes.”
She sniffed. “Hardly.”
They stared at each other across the table. She laughed. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered. “I’m going to kill Raven later.”
He cocked his head to the side. “Is she your roommate?”
“And Raven’s roommate’s name is?”
Clarke smiled at the slyness of the question. “Clarke. Clarke Griffin.”
“Pleased to meet you, Clarke Griffin, I’m Bellamy Blake.” He looked down at her cup, “That empty?”
She nodded slowly.
“You want another one?”
A smile spread across her face. “Sure.”