Authors Note:

So I may have completely forgot to post this a while back. My bad. But here you got (Chapter 3 is in its early stages should be posted by the end of the month!) This chapter doesn't have a lot of Bellarke face to face interaction but don't worry that is all Chapter 3 is! Please review and tell me what you think!

Clarke was an excellent worker. Usually. Today however, she was having a hard time concentrating. She had arrived at work 10 minutes late and received a stern glare from her boss Kane. She worked at Ark City Youth Recreational Center, more commonly known as Ark Rec. Her job was a mix of a secretary, event coordinator, and set up manager. So basically she was Kane's bitch. Being his bitch meant she was almost always busy doing something around the building. And her to-due list today was not small. But she couldn't focus. Instead she just kept thinking of the infuriating, interesting, not to mention attractive, Bellamy Blake.

When she first arrived at the art store today she had figured he was a lazy jerk. Eyeing the paintings with a disapproving glare. Not to mention not paying attention to his customers. Honestly she thought he was a dick. If Clarke had been on a shorter fuse, she would have called Anya on the spot. Clarke new from experience a few harsh words from Anya could motivate anyone to work harder. But after seeing him smile, the way his face softened when she explained her painting, well she was glad she didn't. Plus there was the fact that he was ridiculously hot. Tall, dark and freckled. How did that combination even happen? Clarke felt like someone really needed to thank his parents for a job well done because damn he was pretty.

Clarke was absentmindedly filing away some safety forms in the office when a ping startled her back into reality.

She looked down at her phone to see a new message from a number she didn't recognize.

You will never believe what just came in, Princess.

She instantly knew who it was. Princess? Was this going to be a thing? She wondered as she read the message again and rolled her eyes.

You have got to be kidding me. She typed out quickly, looking around to see if any of her supervisors where in sight.

Within seconds she got a reply.

Nope. I just received a shipment and in it was a package for a Clarke Griffin. They didn't label it under Princess after all.

Clarke rolled her eyes again. Of course her package got there after she left. But when her phone pinged again she thought it might not be so bad after all.

But since the package is already paid for, I could grab it for you, when I leave work. Then you could come pick it up from The Dropship tonight. I'm a bartender there. But I get off early tonight. So, I give you your package and you buy me a drink?

Clarke nearly dropped her phone at that text. She re-read it three times. After the initial shock of the proposal wore off she sighed and pictured his bronzed, freckled, face smirking as he sent her the message. How could someone be so appealing and aggravating at the same time?

Me buy you a drink? Clarke shot back.

Well yeah, considering you neglected to tell me your name and that we were discussing your painting, aka playing me the fool! And despite that betrayal I am still graciously offering to pick up your package for you... I'd say you owe me one.

Just after she read that message another one popped up.

Shit wait, how old are you? Can you even come into the bar? You could buy me coffee if that works better.

Clarke laughed at that. He seemed genuinely concerned. It made her smile to think he might be semi freaking out over an appropriate date spot. It seemed so unlike the guy that yelled her this morning.

She chuckled again before remembering where she was. She quickly peaked her head out the door to see if anyone had heard her. Not that her boss was particularly strict but Kane probably wouldn't like her texting in the office when there was a million other things that needed to be done. After seeing that the coast was clear she replied.

No worries. I am 21. I just suffer from the curse of a baby face. And fiiiiiiiine but you owe me at least two drinks for how much of an asshat you were. What time do you get off?

Clarke didn't even get to put her phone down before she saw the reply.

Asshat?

I think we can work something out ;). Be there at 11. See ya princess…

PS: there is absolutely nothing curse like when it comes to your face.

She could feel herself blush when she read his response. Her heart beat a littler faster at the thought of meeting up with him tonight. It was so out of character for her to get worked up over someone. Clarke shook her head at her phone and was contemplating her response when a voice startled her.

"Earth to Clarke…"

Clarke looked up to see Jasper, one of the other workers and honestly one of Clarke's best friends, standing in the doorway.

"What?" Clarke asked. She felt like a deer in headlights. She quickly clicked her phone screen off.

"I have been standing here talking for a solid 30 seconds." Jasper said with a pout. "What could be keeping the ever focused Queen Clarke from her duties?"

"Nothing." Clarke shrugged, shoving her phone in her back pocket. She straitened the last of the files before putting them away in an attempt to avoid making direct eye contact with Jasper. She got up and started pushing the remaining cabinets shut. "What was it you needed?"

"Nothing? I don't buy that for a second! Clarke you are blushing." Jasper accused, with a big grin, completely ignoring her question. He walked into the office pointing an accusatory finger at her. "Clarke blushing means romance! Do you have a new bae? A boy? A girl? Tell me now!" Jasper commanded backing her into a corner.

"Jasper. Please…" Clarke whined. Why were all of her friends so nosey?

"Clarke. Tell me. Or I will go get Raven and she will beat it out of you." Jasper said. He crossed his arm in an attempt to look intimidating.

"Alright…" Clarke said with a sigh. She leaned against the desk and threw her hands up in mock surrender. She had no doubt that if Jasper grabbed Raven they wouldn't rest until they tortured the information out of her. "I may have a date tonight."

The sound that came out of Jaspers mouth could only be explained as a strangled squeal.

"Mom is going on a date!" Jasper exclaimed. Clarke rolled her eyes at the nickname. Apparently she was too uptight and reminded her friends of a "Soccer mom that hasn't been laid in two years."

"Yes. And I will tell you more about it tomorrow. After it actually happens. Now what did you want?" Clarke asked again. Okay so maybe the demanding tone she used sounded slightly like a disapproving mother. The grin however did not leave Jaspers face.

"Oh no. You are not getting off that easy. Come help me and Monty put air in the dodge-balls and tell us everything!"

At that Clarke was dragged out of the office to the gym. And yes they got every detail out of her. Damn those boys.

After the longest shift of her life Clarke finally made it home. Where she stood in front of the closet for at least 30 minutes before collapsing onto the floor with mock despair.

"Clarke Griffin!" her roommate Raven yelled. "I swear to god if I come in there and you're still in your rec uniform I will kill you!"

Raven pushed into Clarke's room and took in Clarke laying on the floor half into a pair of jeans and holding a grey long sleeved shirt.

"Absolutely not Griffin." Raven said with her signature sneer. "You are going to a bar with this guy, not a Dead Poets reading. Now get up. And lets see what we have to work with." Clarke let out a whine but pushed herself up.

"You're right. I just don't know exactly what I should go for. He already thought I was underage. Of course I wasn't wearing any makeup... But still I can't go to young looking. But at the same time I can't get totally sleazed up. Don't want him to think I am trying that hard. He has a big enough head believe me. Ugh why is this so hard."

"Babe. You look four with no makeup. You are lucky he still asked you out." Raven said with a smirk as she sat down on Clarke's bed. Clarke chucked the jeans she had been wiggling out off at her friend's head.

"But seriously Griffin. You are mega hot. So literally anything you wear will look hot. You just have to find a happy medium between safe and sexy." Raven said. Clarke groaned and stared into the void that was her closet. To be honest the majority of the content was sweaters, a few fancy dresses from various events and her painting clothes.

"I have an idea!" Raven said. "Wear that top you wore at Monty's 21st with your ripped up black skinny's and you can borrow my combat boots. Not too sexy but still kick ass."

Clarke thought about the proposed outfit. The top was killer. And it the jean/boot combo would bring down the dressiness factor.

"Raven you are a genius." She said finally. She turned to her friend and smiled. "But you know what would really make the outfit?"

Raven raised one of her perfectly sculpted brows.

"You doing that smoky thing you did to my eyes before the New Years Eve party?" Clarke said with a puppy dog pout. Raven sighed dramatically.

"If it is what I must do to get my girl laid. Then fine. I live to serve! Lets get this show on the road though. It is almost 9 and you need to shower. I saw you running the obstacle course with the kids at work. And there is nothing sexy about old sweat!" She said pointedly. Clarke threw a shoe at Raven but scurried into the bathroom.

She arrived at the Dropship at exactly 10:56 p.m. She had actually been there before. A few years ago she and Raven had come here, using some pretty impressive fakes, for some crazy party. She hadn't been back since.

She showed the bouncer her I.D. and walked into the bar. It wasn't too crowded, probably because it was a Wednesday. She scanned the bar for Bellamy. Sure enough he was standing behind the bar laughing with another bartender. God he had a nice laugh. With his eyes crinkled and his head thrown back he looked a lot younger. It also looked like he had shaved because he was missing the stubble he had this morning. He was wearing a black V-neck, which seemed to be the staff's uniform, that fit tight and showed off his muscles. Clarke took a deep breath. He had been hot this morning when he was disheveled. Now he looked like a fucking model.

After taking a minute to work up her nerves she walked toward the bar and was halfway there when the other bartender smacked Bellamy and pointed at Clarke. Bellamy looked up with a smiled. However when his gaze found Clarke his mouth dropped a little and his eyes got quite a bit darker. He gave her a quick up and down before gulping and shaking his head.

"Hey there Princess. You, uh, you look great." He managed. Clarke couldn't help but smile. She was going to have to thank Raven again.

"Hey Bellamy." She said as she settled into a barstool. Her eyes found his and she smirked. She definitely did not mind the way he was looking at her. "You don't look so bad yourself." Bellamy let out a low chuckle and leaned across the bar.

"I am glad you could make it." He said softly. All of the sudden the space between them seemed to be electric. Clarke swallowed but didn't move away. She could feel Bellamy's breath on her skin. She didn't know why it affected her so much. Bellamy licked his lips and she leaned in a little closer.

"Um dude." The other bartender said. Snapping them back to reality. Bellamy backed off the bar looking away from Clarke. "If you are going to clock out could you grab the shipment of Jack in the back and bring it up on your way out?"

"Yeah sorry Miller." Bellamy said quickly. "Um, I will be right back." He said addressing Clarke this time. He flashed her an apologetic smile.

"I will be here." Clarke said with a wink. God did she just wink? That was so unlike her. But Bellamy grinned so maybe it didn't look as cheesy as it felt.

"Oh and princess?" He said over his shoulder. "Don't think you are getting out of that drink you owe me just because you look so nice. I'll take a gin soda."

She could feel her mouth open a bit at his comment. When he saw her face he started laughing again. And with that he disappeared into back of the bar.

Clarke gulped. Damn, she thought. This guy is trouble.