I Do

Monty took a sip of the wine a waiter had given to him.

He hadn't seen his friends from high school in years. He was in his third year of college at NYU studying to be a chemist. He hardly heard from his old friends anymore so when Clarke sent him an invitation to her mothers wedding he flew back to his hometown without even taking a minute to think about it. Usually he was very put together, and not a spur-of-the-moment kind of guy. He had had enough time to catch up with all his friends. It was nice to see them all dressed up for a wedding and happy, but nothing really was what he thought it would be. Clarke was busy drinking and flirting with the brunette bartender which was very unlike her. She was smiling, but her eyes were glossy and red like she was trying to keep from crying. Bellamy would sneak glances at her whenever he thought no one was looking, but Monty definitely saw. Bellamy had been in love with Clarke for years and everyone had known that. He told Clarke he loved her, and the next morning she left to help go build houses in Africa. That was the last time he had seen her until today. Bellamy started drinking pretty heavily until Octavia got him sent away to rehab. Bellamy gulped down the rest of his drink and joined a group of younger girls on the dance floor. It didn't seem like rehab had worked much. Monty had said hello to his old friend Raven, but she hardly talked to him. She had just lost her fiancée Finn in a car crash. The waiter Wick kept trying to cheer her up, but she wasn't going for it. Lincoln sat alone in the corner, after he congratulated the bride. Monty watched to see if Lincoln would sneak glances at Octavia but he never did. Lincoln was never one to show vulnerability. The couple had broken up when Lincoln accused Octavia of cheating. Lincoln saw Monty across him and gave him a subtle nod, meaning he didn't want to talk to him. Monty understood. His boyfriend was the one Octavia cheated with. Or accused of cheating. The pieces all fit together, but somewhere in the back of his mind he still had hope it wasn't true.

He took another sip of his wine.

"Hey, Monty," Clarke said, approaching him, and he smiled as he pulled her into a hug. Clarke gave him a lopsided grin and he could tell she was very drunk. "I missed you...a lot. Everyone does! You never come around anymore. Jasper misses you."

Montys heart sank at her drunken confession. He hadn't spoken to his ex-boyfriend and best friend for years. Clarke clung to him, and he could hear her soft sniffles.

"You remind me of him. Of Bell," she whispered. Monty frowned.

"Sorry," a brunette said, tugging on Clarkes arm to get her off Monty.

"Its fine," Monty nervously laughed.

"I'm Lexa, by the way, her girlfriend. I didn't want you to think I was just some creep." the brunette, Lexa, laughed, finally getting Clarke off of Monty.

"Yeah, I know. I'm Monty. Clarke has mentioned you in her emails. You guys met in Africa, right?"

Lexa nodded, and smiled, obviously happy with the fact that Clarke had mentioned her. Which was a lie. Clarke hadn't mentioned her. Bellamy did. Monty still talked to Bell very often. He talked to him more than anyone.

"See ya, Monty," Lexa waved, and carried Clarke around the corner of the hall, probably taking her up to a hotel room. Monty frowned when he remembered all the times he had to do that for his boyfriend. He didn't mind of course. Jasper was a mess, but Monty loved taking care of him. He loved when Jasper was drunk because then he become clingy and he would just keep whispering how much he loved Monty.

"She's not acting like herself," a deep voice came out of nowhere making Monty jump.

"Jesus," Monty said, putting his hand over his chest when he saw Bellamy standing next to him. "You scared the shit out of me."