Clarke's POV
"Bellamy?" My jaw dropped open.
"Yeah, princess. Didn't know I lived here?" He laughed as he pulled a shirt over his head
"No, I mean- No I didn't. I was just looking for the shower." I kept my eyes on the ground.
"Well you found it." Gesturing behind him, "Too bad you were too late, could've joined me" He winked when I glared at him in anger.
Rolling my eyes, I began to turn when he stopped me by grabbing my wrist, spinning me back to face him.
"Princess wait. I didn't mean anything like that." I wriggled my hand out of his and pushed past him, "I'll be in my room if you need anything." He chuckled.
I groaned quietly and shut the door behind him. The water fell on my and soothed my muscles. I still had a pounding headache from last night, which I tried to push out of my mind. As I scrubbed some body lotion on myself, I saw flashes from my memories of the party. I saw Bellamy, fire in his eyes, staring at me and Finn, stopping us. It faded out. Fading back again, I didn't see Finn, but I could feel Bellamy's strong arms around my body, stroking my hair and he lay me gently in the car. I felt him tuck some hair behind my ear
"I know you won't remember this, but I forgive you Princess" he whispered as he kissed me on the forehead. I remember feeling his anger towards Finn as he went back inside.
Where is he going? I thought to myself, but I was brought back from the flashback my scalding water on my back. I yelped in pain and I heard Octavia's gasp from outside the door
"Sorry!!" she was trying to get to me desperately, "I completely forgot you were in there!"
"It's fine!" I called back.
I switched the water off and grabbed a towel, looking at my soiled clothes on the floor, I couldn't wear those.
Sighing, I picked them up and threw them in the hamper next to the door, leaving to find Octavia's room for some clothes.
I entered the room where I was waiting earlier, and sifted through her draws. I knew she wouldn't mind if I chose a baggy shirt or something to wear.
Unfortunately for me, Octavia wasn't the type for baggy clothes. All I found were tank tops and skinny jeans. No jumpers, only loose jacket and cardigans.
As I was still staring at her wardrobe, I heard a small knock at the door and scrambled to pull my towel higher as they didn't even wait for my answer.
"Bellamy" I hissed at him "I'm still in my towel."
He glanced up from his phone and grinned "Can't find anything to wear?" he asked as he slipped his phone into his back pocket.
"No," I said through gritted teeth "too bad for me that Octavia only own skin tight clothing."
He eyed me up and down and I felt a blush creep to my cheeks
"Do you at least have your bra and stuff on?"
"Um, yeah" I shuffled my feet "Why?"
"I might have something you can wear, come on"
I followed Bellamy into what I assumed was his room, and sat quietly on his bed as he shifted his hands through his drawer.
I was looking around his room, and it seemed to fit his personality, I thought. Dark blue paint on his walls created a soft and cozy feel. A light blue and white striped bed cover was scrunched up against the wall, showing how he had slept the night before. I scrunched my feet up in the soft cream carpet and hugged the towel closer to me, shivering at the breeze that had just come through his open window.
Bellamy heard me and spoke to me, facing his drawer
"Sorry, princess, won't be long, I just don't seem to have any clean shirts."
"Oh.. That's fine, I'll just ask Octavia if she has anything."
"She doesn't, unless you feel comfortable in a tight shirt after the night you just had."
I still felt a little sick, so I just sighed in agreement.
"Here, I'll wear an old shirt and you can wear this one" He began to tug the shirt he had on over his head. A small gasp escaped my mouth as his smooth, toned body came into view.
He threw it at me and it landed on the bed next to my legs. He still didn't have a shirt on as he turned to face me. My eyes dragged up and down his body
"Like what you see, princess?" He joked, causing my cheeks to grow bright red.
I was struggling to find an answer, only making his grin bigger.
"Come on princess you need to get changed"
"I know.. but I'm kind of barely wearing anything under here," I gestured to the towel
Bellamy rolled his eyes and smiled as he walked towards the door, grabbing the handle
"I'll be downstairs," he paused, tilting his head to the side to direct his words at me, but still not looking "If you need anything."
Once he had shut the door i shrugged the towel off and hung it on the hook on the back of the door. I grabbed Bellamy's shirt and slipped it over my head, it hitting my mid thigh. I hugged myself to warm myself up, even though the shirt was still warm from his body heat. It smelt like him, and I smiled to myself.
Snap out of it, Clarke I scolded myself You're not supposed to like him.
I knew he was bad news, but I couldn't help it. I told myself that I would try my best to stay away, but I wasn't too sure how now, since he was my only source of appropriate clothing.
