Things you can't ignore

- 2 - Bellamy -

The party was going on extremely well. Everybody showed up! Octavia was obviously late, but we're used to it. We started by some games : beer pong and pyramide, our favorite. We used to nail at it with Clarke. We would always manage to get everybody else drunk. But tonight, she was focusing on me. Trying to get ME drunk. So I did the same. I started to tell her she's lying, as it's the game's rule. And I knew she was lying cause she kept staring at the ground.

Of all our friends I know her the best, I think. We've always had this special connection. Maybe cause we both love history: she's into art history and I'm more into greek history. Or maybe cause she's always been more mature than the other ones. The death of her father made her strong, and responsible, but even before she was always the more « adult » of all of us.

We reached the end of the game, and we both got one whole cup to drink. I grabbed mine and raised it in the air.

- This is for you, Princess, I said, and everybody cheered up while I was chugging the cup.

I threw the cup on the table, filled Clarke's cup with beer and handed it to her.

- Brave Princess, I said, teasing her a bit.

She chugged that beer so easily that everyone's jaws dropped.

We moved to the dancing area and started dancing to some rock music. We're quite classic, non of us actually like all that electro and techno vibe.

But suddenly, someone poked Clarke's shoulder. She turned around quickly to face Lexa, the girl with whom she had some adventures over the last couple of years.

They hugged while I starred at them in shock. Lexa was a complicated girl. She never really knew what she wanted, or who she wanted to be with. She didn't really have friends, yet she knew everyone in town. And personally, I never like her that much. I liked her even less after what she did to Clarke this summer. They were supposed to go together to London, but Lexa never came to the airport. She said something came up in her family, yet I saw her a couple of days later, smiling and cheering with some of her « friends ». Clarke was so mad at her. She was calling me, crying on the phone, and saying she would never talk to her again. Yet she was here tonight.

I let them talk for a while and when they finished I grabbed Clarke by the arm and led her on the balcony.

- What the fuck was that, Clarke?

- What? Lexa? She asked.

- Duh, yes of course Lexa! How come she's here tonight?

- She's the one who helped me find this apartment. She knows so much people, it was easier for her.

She continued as I starred at her, with my arms crossed.

- She apologized.

- When? I asked.

- A couple weeks after I left. I didn't want to tell you, as I knew you wouldn't be happy about it. But we're cool now. I think she truly, truly felt bad about leaving me alone in London. Don't worry, really.

- I don't. I'm just angry.

- Don't be. She replied, looking at me straight in the eyes.

We stood like this for a couple of seconds, until she broke the silence.

- We should go back she said, slightly touching my still contracted biceps.

We went back inside and the party kept going, but I was keeping an eye on Lexa. Clarke was getting pretty drunk and I didn't like the idea of that girl getting too close to my best friends given the state she was in. When people started to leave the party, I decided to stay with her, even though I was quite drunk myself too.