My Guardian Angel// Bellarke AU

Chapter 2||You're kidding, right?

Clarke

"Wait what?" Clarke asked with a furrowed eyebrow and a weary smile.

"We're your guardian angels." Bellamy repeated. Clarke shook her head and dismissed them.

"You guys are crazy." Clarke gave them a weird look before before trying to close the door. But the door didn't close because it got stuck on someone's foot.

"Clarke, we're telling the truth." Bellamy pushed. Clarke looked up at Bellamy and then at Octavia. They both gave her apologetic smiles. Clarke didn't believe them. At all. But the way they said it made Clarke a little worried. "You guys are lying, and you're crazy."

"Clarke," Octavia said her name in an affirming tone, "you were born in Seattle to your birth mother Abby Griffin and your father Jake Griffin. You moved here when you were in second grade. You are 17 years old and currently in your last year of high school. Your brother Lincoln is in his sophomore year in college and is a bar tender at the night club 'Grounders'. Your mother was a doctor and she died when you were 13 years old. Your father was an engineer and he died 4 months ago while fixing a cell tower. It was a freak accident and was totally unexpected." Octavia was looking straight into Clarke's eyes. Clarke started to tear up. How could she possibly have known all this stuff? How could she have the heart to tell Clarke all these terrible events. The events that almost put Clarke into deep depression.

"You live here with your brother Lincoln, and you go to Arkadian High. Your best friends are Raven Reyes, Jasper Jordan and Monty Green. You met them in your freshman year and you've all been friends since. You-"

"How do you know all this stuff?" Clarke interrupted.

"Let me finish Clarke." Octavia looked at Bellamy and nodded, "Your father left you a trust fund of two-hundred thousand dollars and your brother Lincoln told you this while he was driving you back home."

Clarke was completely and utterly shocked. No way in hell should she know half of that stuff. "Y-you're crazy!" Clarke slammed the door shut and ran back into the kitchen crying.

Lincoln looked up at Clarke. He noticed she was crying and got up and ran to her side. "Woah, woah, woah Clarke. Calm down." Lincoln grabbed Clarke and hugged her, letting his chin rest on top of her head.

"Clarke what's wrong? Who was at the door?" Lincoln pulled back and looked at Clarke's face, searching for an explanation.

"Two b-brunettes, who said that they were our guardian angels. I didn't believe them and they kept saying that they were," Clarke sniffled and wiped a tear from her cheek, "and then the girl basically explained my entire life to me. She knew everything Lincoln. She knows who we are, she knows about dad and mom, she knows about the trust fund."

Lincoln shook his head and furrowed his eyebrows, "But that's impossible, nobody knows about that except you and our lawyer."

"Lincoln," Clarke looked up at her brother and let her eyes lock on to his, "what.....what if they're telling the truth?"

Lincoln waved a dismissive hand in front of Clarke. "That's impossible, angels don't just show up at your doorstep. Angels aren't even real."

"Really? And how do you know that?" A voice said from behind Clarke and Lincoln. They both jumped and turned around to face the stranger.

The brown haired girl was sitting on their kitchen counter swinging her legs back and forth. "I am totally real, just letting you know."

"And so am I." Another voice said. Clarke and Lincoln turned around to see a man sitting on their couch with his hands behind his head grinning.