Things you can't ignore

- 3 - Clarke -

I woke up to the sunlight. I stretched out and touched something on the other side of the bed. Bellamy was lying there, on his stomach, fully asleep. It didn't bother me: we're quite used to sleep next to each other. Throughout the years, during parties, holidays or even just evening together, it happened a couple of times that we slept next to each other. But that's what best friend do, so it's not a problem.

Only this time, something definitely was different. I turn around back to the window and that's when it hit me. I was naked, no pyjamas, no underwear. Naked. I started to search for a rational explanation. Maybe he couldn't find my pyjamas. Maybe I got so drunk he had to put me in the shower but he didn't manage to dress me up back. I just had to check one thing to be sure of my presumption. I grabbed the cover and lift it up a bit.

- Fuck, fuck, fuck! I shouted standing up and pulling the cover on me. Bellamy! Wake up!

He didn't move a bit, so I threw the book that was on my nightstand at him.

- What the hell, Clarke! He groaned.

- You're naked! I shouted back.

- Oh Princess, don't take your dreams for the reality. He said with a sleepy voice. 

- Bell, you're really, really naked, and so am I. I answered.

- Oh crap! He stood up, grabbing a pillow to cover his men's area.

We stood like this for a couple of second, looking at each other, in shock.

- Don't stare at me like that! Go get your things! I said

He looked around the room, and turn back to me a bit lost.

- Where are my things? He asked.

- I don't know, I answered back. They must be downstair.

I rushed in my bathroom and put on my silk navy dressing gown. We left my room and headed downstairs. The apartment was rather clean after the party, except our clothes were thrown around the place. Bellamy started to collect his things while I discovered two glasses of vodka and a quite empty bottle next to them. We must have drunk after everyone left. Tears started rushing to my eyes. We messed up our friendship, just because of alcohol.

I turn around to a fully dressed Bellamy. He looked at me, confused.

- Why are you crying? It's okay, Clarke.

- Not it's not. Please go. I answered.

- It happened and we can forget about it.

- No, we can't. Just go, please.

- Clarke...

- Bell, please.

He turned around and left my apartment without any other word. I got to my bedroom and cried alone in my bed for what felt an eternity.

****AUTHOR'S NOTE  *****
Hi guys!!
Thank you so much for so many reads on the first two chapters!! :D
Hope you'll like the 3rd too!!
Xoxo
Laura