Chapter 2:

The setting sun filled her with previously unexperienced excitement—her first sleepover away from home. It was a sensation she was entirely unfamiliar with and one that scrambled her nerves until there were only little remnants of her usually calm, thoughtful demeanor remaining. Clarke pulled her hair into a high ponytail, flipping it around so her long strands rested on her shoulder. Let it be known that she was not dressing up in a manner that highlighted her attractiveness for Octavia's gleeful, whimsical plan—she wanted to make a great first impression on Mrs. Blake, or was it Miss? Damn, damn! How do I address her? Clarke thought as she ran her palms together nervously.

After a ten minute drive, she was in front of Octavia's house. Her home was quaint, not nearly as large as Clarke's but it was still nice. There were azalea bushes in full bloom teetering on the outskirts of the stark white, recently pressure washed house. It was two-stories with deep black shutters and a red door. God, it's something out of a movie. With the hues of beauty and simplicity, Clarke decided the Blake home was truly a home—not an empty five bedroom mansion with a staff of three. It was perfect in a way that she wanted to be perfect.

Cautiously, she parked her car on the curb per Octavia's instructions via text and reached in the backseat of her 2015 Honda Accord and grabbed her overnight bag. After exiting her vehicle, she locked the door with her keyless entry remote and smiled reassuringly to her reflection. You can do this, Clarke thought to herself before she started up the sidewalk towards the door to Octavia's house. She didn't have to knock because it flung open and a large body slammed into her. He kept moving without apologizing for running into her—Octavia's right, he is a dick.

Her eyes lingered on the back of his head, narrowing with anger until she remembered she was supposed to be having an amazing night. With a soft, humph she knocked at the cracked door until she decided to push it open. "Do you make a habit of walking into people's homes uninvited?" He returned behind her and she had to contain a scowl. "Are you just going to stand there or are you going to move out of my way?"

Clarke turned around and eased out of his way. "No problem, Richard."

"It's Bellamy."

"Are you sure? You look like a dick." She crossed her arms as his mouth fell open. It was clear by the electricity popping in the air that they were about to fight three minutes into knowing one another. The rumors were correct, though. He was attractive—anyone with eyes could see that his freckles, brown eyes, and strong jawline made him a vision of handsomeness but his severe personality disorder stole away from his physical spotlight.

Someone grabbed her hand, pulling her into the house. Clarke turned her head back to the door and saw her best friend grinning in her direction. "C'mon! C'mon! I rented a movie and it's supposed to make you cry!" What is the allure of emotionally traumatic movies? She did not have time to continue their fight, casting one glance over her shoulder she dared him to cross her again with her azure eyes. There was something immediately annoying about the elder Blake—who she now knew the name of. Bellamy… it was a different name, far more unique than John or Thomas or even Evan. She decided she liked his name but hated him in an instant. Eventually, Octavia let her walk by herself without yanking on her arm and directed her towards the living room with hand gestures.

Homey, Clarke thought before she set her bag down by the couch. "Uh, where's your mom?" I hope she didn't hear me call her son a dick. That is not a great first impression. Octavia had an array of snacks lining the coffee table and a proud expression dripping from her lips and her glistening eyes. Clarke returned her excitement with a tentative half-smile because she was still fuming due to Bellamy's rude behavior.

"Work, still. But she'll be home soon. I see you met my brother…" There was a mischievous grin plastered to her face, highlighting her beautiful green eyes. No fucking way, Clarke thought to herself as she realized the point in which her best friend was getting at. "Any opinions, Clarkey?" The blonde sighed heavily because she didn't want to launch into her immediate dislikes of Octavia's big brother. Despite her constant complaining, Octavia loved her brother. They were closer than she pretended to be and Clarke wasn't going to let her big mouth start one of their infamous arguments.

She panicked, "Nice hair. He has nice hair." Nice hair? Are you fucking incompetent? Octavia nodded in approval, the wheels in her head turning so loud that Clarke could not concentrate on the movie they were watching. It was as if Octavia was elbow-deep in wedding plans by the time they were half-way through the movie, but they still found the ability to cry when the main character was pushing death. That's when Bellamy decided to make his reappearance.

He started slamming cabinets, which caused Clarke and Octavia to miss the whispered confession. "Son of a bitch!" Octavia squealed, nearly falling off the couch to grab the remote to rewind. Her brother moved into the living room with a smug smile playing on his lips, getting the bird from his little sister. "Let's get onto formal introductions…this is Clarke—" Octavia pointed to Clarke, "—and this is Bellamy and you two will have a great friendship."

"Doubtful." Clarke murmured.

"Yeah, right." Bellamy snorted at the same time.

Bellamy and Clarke looked at each other for a moment, seemingly in agreement that they did not like one another. It was acceptable. The entire concept of hating each other seemed acceptable in her mind. She didn't want to like him, he didn't want to like her. They finished the movie with teary eyes—except Bellamy. He sort of snickered at the end like a fucking movie villain. "Clarkey…" Octavia groaned in annoyance, "Can we go to McDonalds or something a max out your credit card, please?"

"Uh…" Clarke hesitated before sighing heavily, "Can we go somewhere nicer than McDonalds. That's all we've been eating this week."

Octavia smiled wider, "Of course. What do you want to eat? We could do your favorite…"

"Don't tease, it's not nice." Clarke giggled before she nodded her head excitedly. "Yeah, and we can totally over tip that hot waiter guy!" She couldn't remember his name either—not that it really mattered. He was way out of her league in the first place.

The brunette glanced over at her brother and sent Clarke a pleading gaze. Reluctantly, Clarke nodded because she wasn't going to refuse Octavia. "Come on, Bell. You're going to love it!"

Bellamy frowned and looked at Clarke, "You want me to go?"

She shrugged, "Why not?"

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