The next day when Bellamy came back from work he busted into Octavia's room "Clarke!" He barked.

Raven who was sleeping gave a very angry grunt. Bellamy ignored her though because it was well after noon. "She left like an hour ago Bell" Octavia said hung over looking like she had seen better days. "Why are you so-" But she didn't get to finish her sentence because Bellamy had already left her room, Phone out.

"Who stepped on his tail this morning?" Raven commented from where she slept.

BZZZZBZZZZ BZZZZBZZZZ BZZZZBZZZZ

Clark already knew who was phoning her. She defiantly did. It had been about 6 days since the party ended and Clarke has thusly locked herself in her room. School being the only time she left. That's right, She had been avoiding Bellamy this whole time. And was doing a pretty good job at it too. It was just….well she couldn't really explain it. Every time she saw him it felt like her brain was full of cotton candy, and her neck just itched beyond belief. She couldn't even talk to him. She literally would see him and RUN. Of course he'd follow, but by now Clarke had some pretty amazing hiding spots and enough different perfumes that he wouldn't be able to sniff her usual scent out.

What had happened that night? Everything felt great until the next morning when ants where biting her skin and the smell of Bellamy felt like way too much to handle. Octavia had asked if anything was wrong Clarke said no and left and hadn't really spoken to her either. It was all a big mess for sure.

BZZZBZZZ BZZZBZZZ BZZZZBZZZZ BZZZZBZZZZ BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

*Voice message*

Her phone notified her.

"Shit" Clarke thought to herself, but opened it anyway. Immediately Bellamy's voice came on.

"Listen Princess, this game of tag has just been sooo much fun, if you could cut it out though that would be peachy." His voice was sarcastic beyond belief. "What the hell happened to you? What is happening to you? I cant help when you lock yourself in a tower all day and run like a deranged ferret!" That time he sounded mad.

A sigh came over the speaker. "Listen, Clarke, Can we please just-…" "You know what, forget it, I have a better idea." And then the voice message was over.

. . .ass.

That was Bellamys mantra this past week. But this time, this time her had a great idea. Or at least he thought it was. So that next morning he doused himself in a new scent he got from Walmart, he put on a hat and a brand new outfit that still had the tags because you can bet your ass he was going to return it later. And he had a pair of sunglasses to hide his eyes. It literally felt like he was about to ambush his girlfriend. Which is also very strange and not at all what he was actually about to do.

Of course he also asked Octavia if it was okay or if it was too creepy, and all she said was "You gotta do, what you've gotta do Bell" Which was translation for Clarkes being a twat. Now all he had to do was wait in position. And it happened that morning. Clarke got on her bike to go to school, and Bell got on his and began to follow her.

It only took Clarke a moment to realize she was being followed by some lunatic in an ugly sweater. It was unnerving still though. Clarke had dealt with creeps before, this was no difference. She made a sudden left, heading straight for the woods between the school and woods. She knew the paths well and worst come to worst she could shift and scare him off as a mean old wolf.

So making a mad dash through the woods she heared her perpetrator behind her. She hopped off her bike just as the forest got to dense and began to run. Making the shift to her wolf as she did so. Putting some thought she realized how creepy this all was. The guy also got off is bike at the same spot. And it was then she recognized the similar form of bellamy. Who quickly changed into his wolf as well assumingly spotting Clarke in hers.

"Clarke!" He barked.

Clarkes ears went back. That sly dog. She'd defiantly have to yell at him for this one! What was he thinking? Bellamy had always been something, and although it made sense why he would followed her so elaborately it was absolutely gross how he made her feel stalked.

"Bellamy!" She howled back. Her golden fur puffed out. The Black alpha quicky took this as a chance to aproch. "Whats wrong with you!" He growled. "You've been gone for days.." The anger didn't leave his voice but still pain entered.

Clarke didn't meet his eyes. She wanted to bite his head off for this little stunt. But her brain began to fog, and the ants began to crawl. So she made a dash for it. Not far though. Only about 10 yards before Bellamy's habit of catching her took over. And he quickly pinned her to the ground. Standing over her.

"Switch back Clarke." He said, his voice leaving no room for argument.

In sync they switched back. Both of them in their underwear , as the switch unsurprisingly destroyed their outfits.

Bellamy stayed there for a moment. Looming over her. He starred seriously at her. An impossible look written over his face.

Bellamy sat up slightly. He sat on her pelvis so she couldn't run. Clarke sat up on her elbows looking up at him.

"Clarke…" The problem with this situation was that Bellamy didn't know how to handle it. Should he mark her here and now? Explain why he followed her? Tell her how heavy his heart was because CONSTANTLY she ran from him like he meant nothing, like he was a toy for her to belittle and play with. Someone she was allowed to take advantage of? His blood began to boil.

"I think I hate you" Bellamy stated clearly. Clarke had a look of dread written all over her face. Bellamy knew she was surprised.

"Do you-do you even comprehend what you did to me the last time I saw you? You marked me Clarke and now you ignore me! You did the equivalent of marriage on my neck when you bite me! But I can't even hold your hand in public! No one can know! Because you control everything that does and doesn't happen, and and, when I finally want to communicate you RUN! Like I'm a monster! Disposable?"

Clarke looked shell shocked. He wasn't wrong. But should she lose face? Should she admit to what she did? Maybe it wasn't right, and maybe feeling butterflies was no real excuse but then what should she have done?

Clarke squirmed out from underneath him. She sat on her knees and he sat cross legged. The cold of autumn air finally finding its way into their skin and bones.

They stared at each other for probably too long. Clarke didn't know what to say. So she leaned forward. And Bellamy did too. She thought they would kiss but they didn't. Instead Bellamy bit her neck. Hard. The kind to draw blood. Immediately her body flooded with endorphins, and all she wanted was to lean into him. But instead Bellamy stood up.

"Can't even return them now" He muttered and walked in the direction of their bikes. Clarke followed.

"You have gym cloths or something?" He asked throwing on a spare change of cloth in his bag.

"uh yeah" Clarke said.

"Good" Bellamy responded. And then proceeded to bike off. Leaving Clarke undressed cold and guilty.

She didn't see him at school that day.