West Ark High

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Bellamy spotted the blonde hair in the bleachers right away.

After his confrontation with Octavia, Bellamy had sat in the driveway for what felt like an eternity. It wasn't so much the news that she had given him that had been the blow to his pride, but rather the fact that she thought it would upset him.

Who Clarke dated or didn't date was none of his business and he honestly could care less about her personal life. Octavia didn't rile him up, but instead just confirmed his suspicions.

In the end, Bellamy had called Miller and told him that he couldn't make it, then slumped up to his room.

Two days later before it was light on Sunday morning, he was forced to drive Octavia an hour out to an away game. Neither of them spoke a word to each other the entire drive there, though Bellamy quickly realized afterward that Octavia had been asleep most of the ride.

Now as he stood at the bottom of the bleachers, blanket around his shoulders and mug of coffee in hand, he stared up at Clarke sitting alone. He was tempted to find any spot away from her like he normally would, but instead stomped up the metal stairs until he was looming right over her.

Either she didn't notice him or she was deliberately ignoring him, because she didn't acknowledge his presence. "No Asian kid today?" he asked.

Clarke jumped, whipping her head in his direction. Bellamy made a mental note that she indeed had not been purposefully ignoring him. "His names Monty," she replied sternly, but nothing about her tone seemed cold. "And no. He didn't come today."

"I don't blame him." Bellamy waved an arm at the field that was dimly lit by the morning glow of the rising sun. "It's not even light out yet and it's freezing." He looked down at his feet and wiggled toes which were visible in the socks and sandals he wore. "That and my socks are wet and I hate that."

Clarke cracked a grin. It dawned on Bellamy that he couldn't remember if he had made Clarke Griffin smile in his life. Like, ever. "That's what you get for not wearing sneakers." She pointed down at her sneakers that, quite frankly, looked way warmer than Bellamy's sandals.

He also noticed that she was slightly shivering and her nose was running. "And that," Bellamy pointed to her shaking form, "is what you get for wearing a spring jacket and not bringing a blanket."

Setting his coffee on the bench, he slipped his blanket off and draped it around Clarke's shoulders. Clarke knit her eyebrows together. "But-"

"I'm fine," Bellamy cut her off. He reclaimed his coffee and took a seat on the bench to the left of Clarke. "I wore a sweater thick enough to survive the Himalayas. I mostly just bring that to sit on because the benches are always freezing."

"Thanks, Bellamy." The word sound foreign coming from her, especially when it was being directed toward him. The last few minutes seemed to be full of new revelations. "Is this a One Direction blanket?" she asked suddenly, looking intently at the material.

When Bellamy met her gaze, she had a small smile on her face. He chuckled. "Yeah. Octavia was really into them a few years back." He leaned a tad closer, as if to tell a secret, and said, "Don't tell anyone, but she still has a shrine for Harry Styles in her closet."

"Wow." She shook her head as she chuckled, drawing the plush blanket up to her chin.

Bellamy glanced back down at the field, but nothing was happening. The other team hadn't even shown up yet which meant the Delinquents weren't in a rush to start warm-ups. Octavia was sitting on her soccer bag, staring at her phone. Most of the other kids, including Monroe Bellamy noticed, were curled up in lawn chairs trying to catch a few extra minutes of sleep. Even the coach looked a little out of it.