A/N: Thank you to the few that have stuck with me for his long considering my very long five month hiatus. I promise it wasn't intentional just things came up. Please Review.
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He could to tell by the slight cock of her head and stony glare that she in fact did not find anything about the confrontation with Finn funny.
"Come again?" she asked as she glared, if at all possible harder at his face before she closed her eyes for an exaggerated second.
"I might have told Collins that you spent the night in my bed." He rushed out, focusing on the coffee table where his coffee was slowly turning lukewarm. When he chanced a glance back at her, her stare sent a chill down his spine and settled there leaving him paralyzed, and he couldn't look away. My personal Siren the thought flitted through his brain as images of Greek mythology accosted his brain until the only thing that remained was the idea of Clarke pulling him down into the watery depths and killing him slowly, tortuously the only way she could.
"What the hell were you thinking Bellamy?! What in your right mind possessed you to tell Finn that I spent the night in your bed! She yelled at him not once averting her gaze from his. "Not to mention, you didn't just say it to Finn. You said it to all the guys on the team. They are all going to think I am just some sleaze who has a fetish for football players." She shrilled. Her face heated with rage, and even though it was directed at him he couldn't help wanting to pin her to the couch cushions and drown out her rant. Fuck, she was gorgeous when she was heated. He mused to himself as she continued spewing obscenities at him for his idiocy. Garnering up his courage he steeled his heart and told his brain to shut up and answered her questions.
"Because you did." He answered simplistically, moving to grab his coffee cup. So his hands would have something to hold onto besides itching for touching the ever fading lo- bite mark at the base of her neck.
She gave him a pointed stare telling him to not be cute, and to answer the damn question.
He had to get her to calm down somewhat unless he wanted to be the one to inform his mother that the Blake name would end with him. "And, in my defense the guys know I was just saying that crap to get under Collins skin. Everyone knows you're not like that, and if they did get the wrong idea then I would gladly straighten them out." He tried to assuage her frustration and rage a bit. She didn't seem any calmer by that little fact so he decided to go the blunt way.
"Honestly though, the guy is just an ass, always has been and always will be. You saw how he treated O last night. He treats you like dirt Clarke. You couldn't blame me for wanting to push his buttons a bit." He added as an afterthought.
She remained silent, which he wasn't sure was a good thing or a very, very bad thing.
"You implied we slept together! That is not okay Bellamy, you don't just go up to peoples' boyfriends and insinuate we slept together." She mock-whispered getting up from the couch and looming over him.
A very, very bad thing he decided looking up at her. He couldn't take it anymore, screw going about this gently.
"WE DID SLEEP TOGETHER!" He roared, jumping up from the couch refusing to take this lashing sitting down.
"Octavia." She whispered harshly pointing in the direction of his bedroom where he forgot his sister was sleeping. Rubbing a tired hand over his face he took a moment to take a breath and get his thoughts together.
"Listen Princess, whether you like to admit it or not that guy is bad fucking news. You can pretend to be the doting girlfriend and wanting to cater to him twenty-four seven but we both know you have other options." He said pointedly, refusing to back down now, considering she thought he was in the wrong. Oh IF only she knew he thought bitterly and albeit a tad spiteful to wipe off those rose-colored glasses wherever Finn Collins was concerned.
She completely dismissed his quip about her having other options and turned from him on a desperate search for her shoes.
"Princess where do you think you're going?" he asked, some of his ire fading from his voice watching her retreating figure.
"I'm leaving. "She said calmly, her mask sliding into place, effectively shutting him out as she shoved her feet into her already tied up laces. "And don't call me Princess." The blonde spitfire growled at him, spinning on the spot and heading towards the door and away from him.
"You know I'm right, whether you want to acknowledge it or not. I don't know what more you could want. It's like whatever I say about him falls on deaf ears. I'm pretty sure your still in denial about him ratting you out to Mr. Connor's in sophomore PE. Which I warned you about at the time, but did you listen NO. It's always don't be hard on Finn, he needs extra help, or play nice Bell, were all friends." He bellowed as he stalked after her.
She was having a hard time undoing the last lock, on the account that it tends to stick. Which if he was honest with himself he was beyond happy that he had a sucky lock system right now.
"You wouldn't understand." She mumbled clicking the lock before opening the door.
"Make me." He breathed out in a last ditch effort to not have her choose Collins over him. He stared longingly at her, waiting on pins and needles for her to give him something anything to make him understand what was so damn special about this guy.
His request fell on deaf ears, or rather stubborn ears as she simply walked out and slammed the door behind her not even looking back.
"God Dammit!" he yelled slamming his hand into the wall before running frustrated fingers over his still slightly damp hair.
"Bell?" Octavia called his name softly coming up to stand behind him, and placing a reassuring hand on his back.
Taking in a calming breathe to steady his hammering heartbeat he felt Octavia soothe slow circles into his taut muscles and waited until he thought he could form a sentence without thrashing his apartment. "I'm sorry O, did we wake you?" he questioned her once he turned around to take in his little sister.
"Yeah, I forget how bad your screaming matches with Clarke can actually get sometimes." She jibed him playfully.
"How much of that did you hear?" he wondered aloud, making his way towards the couch once again and flopping down on it.
"Enough" she said evasively, before turning towards the kitchen and getting him a bottle of water.
"Here drink this; coffee isn't the best thing for you right now." She mother-henned tossing him the cool bottle before making herself comfortable on the worn couch.
He unscrewed the lid before taking a few gulps on the much need water before sighing and draining the rest of the bottle in one swig, the bottle crackling with every pull from his lips.
"Thirsty?" His sister teased, smiling impishly at him.
"Shut up." He said before throwing the empty bottle onto the table next to Clarkes' abandoned cup.
There was a comfortable silence that settled between them as he got lost in his turbulent thoughts of blonde hair and muddy sneakers.
"What are you up to Princess? Shouldn't you be running the 'Gas station' right about now?" He questioned the slightly perspiring athlete, as she cut through campus.
"I am, I'm just taking a bit of a short-cut is all." She smiled over-sweetly as she continued to walk towards the path that led out to the starting/and ending point of the exercise challenge.
"Wait a minute there, are my eyes deceiving me. Ms. Goody-two shoes Princess is breaking the rules." He gawked and continued to stare at her as she walked slowly by his side. He turned every few seconds to make sure he wouldn't run into anything that could cause him serious injury. Lord knows if he did his couch would be sincerely pissed and he would be on the bench for yet another game.
"I'm not breaking the rules. Mr. Connor simply said that for our mid-grade we had to run the 'Gas Station' and back. He never specified that we couldn't take a short-cut. I merely found a loop hole." She informed him, whilst sweeping an errant strand of hair off her forehead.
"Whether you like to believe it or not that is cheating." He told her, and simply started to chuckle at her, as she came ot grips with the fact that she was in fact breaking the rules.
"Wel-" She started and stopped suddenly and turned to face him getting ready to plead her case.
"No, you Princess are breaking the rules." He smiled down at her perturbed face. "Don't worry I won't tell on you. Your good-girl status is still in place." He quipped before continuing to walk the way she was headed. "But I am curious, why would you risk getting caught just so you didn't have to run?" He spoke aloud.
"I might be a cheerleader but my athleticism stops there. I don't run. Especially for old Mr. Connor who could use a bit of exercise himself but instead sits in a fold-out chair and eats chips while we sweat our butts off." She told him, before taking a sip from her water bottle.
"Running calms me." He supplied before snaking her water and finishing it off.
"Hey! Get your own." She demanded ripping the now empty bottle from his hand.
"I was thirsty princess; you wouldn't want to tell Octavia that you made her brother die from dehydration would you?" He quirked his eyebrow at her, effectively challenging her.
"What are you doing roaming the halls anyways? Don't you have Government or something?" She questioned him.
"Well since you asked so kindly, yes I do have Government right now, but as it so happens the teacher was a no show so all of us bright young minds decided to just leave and head to lunch, or in my case chat up a rule-breaking princess.". He answered, throwing her a smirk.
"Well now look who is a rule breaker. Wouldn't want couch to find out you skived off class." She giggled as he looked a bit scared at the idea of couch finding out.
"Clarke!" "Hey." Finn and Raven called out to her as they made their way over to where he and Clarke were chatting.
"Oh Finn, Raven. Hi." She greeted and smiled politely at his teammate and his mechanic's daughter.
"What are you doing, talking to Blake here? I thought you had PE this period." Collins fished, sending an inconspicuous angered look towards him.
"I do. I just ran into him so I thought I would say hello." She offered up as a way of explanation.
"What are we doing in PE? I have Connors after lunch." Raven asked, no doubt gearing up for the fate that awaited her.
"Gas Station." Clarke told her with sympathy.
"Ugh, God I hate the Gas Station." She grumbled unhappily.
"Yeah. We all do. I seriously think Connors gets off in it honestly. Watching all of us girls panting and sweaty." She thought aloud. "Anyways, it was nice seeing all of you. I really do have to go before Connors sends out a search party for me." Clarke said excusing herself before giving a little wave, and running off towards the path.
"Princess! Don't run out your glass slippers." He yelled after her, which was met by a hand motion that was anything but princess like.
Bel? Hey Bellamy?" His sister called his name, while simultaneously hitting his shoulder, effectively breaking him out of his memory. He looked at her before standing up from the couch and picking up the coffee mugs.
"So when were you gonna tell me you slept with my best friend?" she asked casually, although he knew it was anything but a casual question.
He breathed out a sigh. Halting his movements and closing his eyes and wishing when he opened them, that he wouldn't have to answer. Of course his sister could never let sleeping dogs lie as it were.
"Well?" she prodded from her seat on the couch, all the while burning holes into his back until he gave in an answered.
I don't have time for this. He thought exasperatedly, before continuing on towards the sink where he poured out the remnants of Clarkes' coffee.
To no avail, the silent treatment didn't work because she followed him right into the kitchen, and now he was cornered.
"It just happened the one time." He said scratching the back of his neck not wanting to divulge any more information but knowing he was in a sticky situation. Octavia was like a dog with bone, she wouldn't let anything go until her curiosity was satisfied. "It happened two nights ago, after the dinner over at their place. She showed up cry- she showed up and well you can figure out the rest." He said turning away and effectively as he could end the conversation.
"I just saw you yesterday morning for breakfast. Wait! Was she here when I called?" she chirped excitedly.
"No. "He left it at that, he didn't want to relive yesterday morning and her running back to Finn.
"Is that why you were ready to run off to battle Finn yesterday when I told you about his extracurricular activities off the team?" She speculated.
"Yes in part." He tried to answer as honestly without giving too much away.
The silence settled in to the kitchen like a looming storm, electrified. Any type of change could set off a chain of events that would irrevocably change his life. It was from this silent precipice that his sister asked the one question that would break down all of his defensive walls, to keep his heart fully intact.
"Do you love her?" the words were spoken with nary a doubt of the answer but had to be asked none the less.
"Yes." The word tumbled from his mouth like a newly released jailer; Happy to be free after years upon years of solitary confinement with only his heart for company.
"Then we're gonna need proof." She said with such conviction, that he didn't have the heart to tell her it wouldn't matter. Clarke would always choose Finn and he, well he would always be on the bench.
"What do you think Bell, want to be the Watson to my Holmes?" she joked before coming over to him and wrapping him in a hug.