It’s not exactly finished yet, but here’s another installment. Full story can be read from the top HERE.
Sitting in the passenger seat of Bellamy’s
car, Clarke’s really starting to regret saying yes. Between Octavia and Raven’s
constant stream of chatter and teasing, and Bellamy’s need to argue for the
sake of having something to say, Clarke’s beginning to wonder if she should
have just went by herself.
She could have easily lied to her mom and said her boyfriend
couldn’t get off work and that the girls couldn’t come. Sure, her mom might
have been a little suspicious, but it wouldn’t have been all bad. She could
have dealt with that. This, on the other hand, might be getting out of control.
“We really should get our story straight,”
Bellamy says as he turns off of the freeway. “How long have we been ‘dating’
now?” Clarke glances over at him and sees the light smirk on his face, and
wants to punch him.
“I told Mom the relationship was pretty
new, so two weeks, maybe?” Clarke suggests.
Octavia breaks from her conversation with
Raven in the backseat. “Yeah, you two finally got to talking at that party at Jasper’s
that you dragged me out of, Bell.”
So focused on driving, Bellamy starts to
respond, “That never happ—” before realizing that Octavia was inventing their
backstory. Then he nods. “I wasn’t in the mood to party, because I had that
Greek culture paper due the next day, and was venting,” he adds, recalling why
he was so pissed that night.
Clarke smiles. “And I distracted you so O
could sneak off with Lincoln
for a little while,” she says. Bellamy takes his eyes off the road long enough
to glare at her, probably wondering what part of that is true and what part of
that is fiction. “So we talked about Greek culture and Greek architecture…until
into you and spilled his beer all over your shirt.”
Clarke smirks as she watches his hands
tighten around the steering wheel as he recalls that part of the night.
“It was a full fucking cup, too,” he
rants. “I was soaked in the stuff.”
Raven laughs. “At which point I found Octavia
and dragged her to you before you found her—because that totally would have
made everything worse—and we all went back to your place and spent the night.”
Bellamy nods, but glances quickly to Clarke.
“And then, what? I remembered our conversation, so I asked you out the next
Clarke shrugs. “Something like that.”
“Oh!” Octavia exclaims, pushing herself
closer to them, so her head is between the two front seats. “You asked her to
that architecture exhibit at that gallery on Sixth St. Remember, Clarke? You talked
about that for three days straight.”
Clarke turns to face Octavia. “There were
some really fascinating things at that exhibit,” she responds before turning
back to her fake boyfriend. “You would have liked it, Bellamy.”
Bellamy smiles the first genuine smile she’s
seen during the entire two hour drive. “Yeah, the stuff they had on Athena was
excellent,” he remarks.
Clarke stares at him, open mouthed. “You
He nods. “Went the day it opened,
Raven barks out a laugh as she pulls out a
piece of gum and shoves it in her mouth. “You two are practically made for each