Bellamy's POV
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"So Princess--""Don't call me that."
"Oh. Sorry I was just stating what you are. You definitely are my princess." Bellamy smiled at the girl across from him, offering a wink for good measure. "You deserve the best. Every princess does. And I think I can offer that to you." The black haired boy reached across the table and took Clarke's hand in his own but she casually slipped out of the hold and rose to her feet.
"Bellamy... I... Have to go to the washroom." She lied. "Lady problems. Could be a while." The girl cringed to stay in character as he frowned.
"Okay...?"
She darted off quickly with her bag before she slipped into the women's room in such a hurry, she startled the older women who was in the process of exiting. She was lucky they didn't bump directly into each other.
"I'll just...wait here then." Bellamy sighed to himself and leaned back in his seat patiently.
Meanwhile
"Jesus Christ." She whispered to herself, yanking out her cell as she dialed a number quickly.
1 Ring.
2 Rings.
3 Rings---"Hello?"
"Octavia. Its me. I wanted to say this date is going to shit!"
The line went dead and there was a long silence but she could here Octavia's thoughtful breathing on the other side.
"I'm sorry. New phone. Who's this?" Her best friend said finally.
"Oh sorry this is Clarke."
"Ah! Clarke! So how's your dead with my brother going!" Octavia gagged.
"Its going--what the--didn't you--didn't you just listen to a word coming out of my mouth?" Clarke furrowed her brows impatiently.
"Woah take it easy Princess--"
"Don't call me that."
"Listen Clarke. My brother is nuts about you. If you don't like him, why'd you say yes in the first place?"
"So he'd leave me alone!"
"Jesus Clarke no wonder he thinks you like him you dipshit!"
Silence. But this time, from Clarke's end.
"I beg your pardon?" She said finally.
"Stop leading my brother on! We both know that you're in love with your history teacher--"
"I'm not in love."
"And we both know that you'd do anything for her!"
"Well not anything..."
"Sweet Lincolns here! Gotta go! Bye!"
With that, the brunette hung up."Octavia!" Clarke shouted into the phone but it was too late. Clarke sighed.
She turned on her heels and started to walk out of the bathroom but she froze as her eyes widened.She couldn't believe what she was seeing at their table.
Bellamy Blake was talking to a girl who was standing alongside the table and he seemed annoyed; maybe.
He was talking to the one and only; Ms. Woods.
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An; SL I finally just watched the 100 s4 trailer and I'm not happy... My heart is actually aching now.
Also sorry for the delay. School has been kicking my ass. I entered high school and science thinks is funny to play with my nerves. But enjoy
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