I Run to You

Chapter 3

Clarke heard the front door open, and the cheerful voices of her roommate and her boyfriend. She didn't know how the two made it. Octavia knew that Lincoln was a Grounder, but there was still so much she didn't know.

Clarke sat up on the couch, grabbing the remote and switching off the TV. She knew she must look a mess, but she just really didn't care.

"Hey guys," she said with a fond grin.

"Hey girlie! Where'd my brother head off to? Did you not go to class today," Octavia asked with concern.

"He went back to his place about three hours ago I think, and no I did not go to class today," the blonde answered.

"I see you two had pancakes without me. No fair," Octavia said with a devilish smirk.

"We felt like pancakes," Clarke said defensively.

"YOU felt like pancakes. Bell can't stand them," Octavia said, brow arched in challenge.

"He can't stand YOUR pancakes. He's rather partial to mine, especially because I have a secret ingredient," Clarke said with a grin.

"The peanut butter is no secret. My brother would eat dog crap if you put it on a plate," O said dryly.

Lincoln laughed at the girls' banter. He had to agree with his girlfriend though; Bellamy had a soft spot for the petite blonde. He'd seen the way they seemed to read each other's minds through a light touch or quick glance. It was really creepy and he and Octavia had discussed it at great length.

"So, what are you two doing tonight," Clarke asked of Lincoln.

Before he could answer, Octavia chimed in. "We're going to this brand new coffee shop on Main! You should come with!"

"I don't know..."

"Come on Clarke, please," Octavia begged.

"Fine,' she said with a smile.

"Yes! I've finally succeeded in getting you out of the house!"

Clarke rolled her eyes and made her way to the bathroom. She turned on the tap, the shower coming to life in a steamy spray. She washed away her drowsiness, but her worry for Bellamy lingered.

She shoved it to the back of her mind as she towel dried her hair, staring into the mirror at the exhausted features that stared back at her.

Clarke was sitting on the couch watching the Lion King with Octavia when the doorbell rang. She watched as O got up to answer it, pausing the movie before she left. It was just about to the Hakuna Matata part, and that was O's favorite.

"Clarke, your mom's here!"

Clarke went to the door and found her mother standing there with tears coursing down her cheeks.

"What happened?"

"Your father's been shot."

"What? How," Clarke stuttered.

"Clarke..." Abby said pleadingly.

Something snapped in the little blonde and suddenly she was hurtling towards her mother. A pair of strong arms wrapped around her, holding her in place.