Fake Dating Blake

Chapter Six

'So you and Bellamy huh?'

Raven was smirking at Clarke across the breakfast bar. She'd been with the Griffins and Bellamy and the rest of the crew for almost two days now, and unluckily this was the only time Raven had managed to corner Clarke alone to interrogate her about the thoroughly what-the-fuck plan her best friend had going on. If anyone knew Clarke, it was Raven and if anyone knew anything at all about Clarke's relationship with Bellamy, it was Raven. And yet here she was, last to know that Clarke had dragged the Blake brother home for the holidays under the pretence that they were dating and in love!

Raven snorted.

'What?' Clarke admonished, throwing a chip at her.

'Oh come on,' said Raven, glancing through to the hall to be sure they were alone in the kitchen. 'It's ridiculous!'

'I mean it's...' Clarke stumbled, avoiding Raven's gaze. Raven smirked. 'It's not that ridiculous.'

Raven chuckled knowingly and rounded the breakfast bar. She propped her arm around Clarke's shoulder and felt her friend tense a little. Raven patted her shoulder and then whispered,

'You like him.'

Clarke looked round, indignant and mouth agape, and then furiously shook her head.

'I don't.'

'You do, honey.' Raven wiggled her eyebrows. 'Bad.'

Clarke tried to remain stoic, stubborn in her belief that she didn't like the guy, but Raven had seen it already. Barely two days and already there were looks, smiles, whispers and more than much else there were little touches here and there; his hand on the small of her back, her fingers grazing his arm or her arm around his waist. For two people faking a relationship, they sure looked like they weren't. Raven smiled at Clarke, her mind wandering for a moment to her own personal life and that damn bartender she was struggling to shake. It wasn't her fault, obviously. He was handsome as hell and that stupid smile on his face and biting his lip and his hand all over her body –

'Raven?' Clarke waved her hand in front of her face.

'Sorry,' said Raven, looking towards the ground. 'I was just thinking, again, about how silly the whole Bellamy thing is.'

'Liar.' Clarke had one eyebrow raised. 'The thought of Bellamy has never made you breathe like that.'

'Not recently...' said Raven, and she was only half-joking. If Clarke found out now she'd probably feel weird about it. As expected, Clarke was looking at her a little oddly. 'Just kidding,' lied Raven with a grin.

'So who's the guy?' Clarke said suddenly, as if Bellamy and Raven hadn't even touched upon her thoughts.

She leaned on her elbows on the counter and peered up at Raven. Just then, the door creaked open a little and Bellamy emerged, looking somewhat worse for wear after what Raven could only imagine was light-hearted interrogation about his hopes and dreams and, furthermore, his intentions with Clarke. Jake was a big soft pushover, but he was a father and a husband before anything else and even with someone like Bellamy, who had good intentions with everyone – despite how much of a pain in the ass he was – Jake was protective.

Raven ached for someone to feel that way about her, deep down. She had to build and defend her own walls and now, even with people with Clarke who would stand right beside and in front of her, Raven still felt like she had to go it alone. Not every day, but most days. Ever since she was a kid and her parents stopped coming home. Routine was hard to break, especially when it was bred in disappointment.

She watched Bellamy and Clarke with muted curiosity. He moved right over to her after coming through the door, stopping to mutter something quietly just between the two of them. She nodded and he brushed passed her, one hand going to either side of her waist from behind so he could pass by and get to the refrigerator. Clarke's eyes followed him all the way. He retrieved three bottles of beer and offered each of them one, which they accepted. He pulled the tops off them all and then clinked the bottles together, before leaning gently on the cupboards in front of them.