An Ocean For Me To Drown: Bellarke One Shots

Key Party

"This is the most raunchy thing I've ever agreed to!" Clarke whisper yelled to Raven, her best friend who always managed to get her into fucked up situations.

"Listen, this party is weird. I get that. But listen, everyone here is chill and understands that no means no. No one here spiked drinks. Come on, we're 24. If we went to a bar and met someone it would be just like this except that they could murder you in an ally. Here, the owners have plenty of bedrooms and when I talked to them earlier, they said literally almost everyone is new. This is their first time, too. So, everyone's nervous."

"I still don't like this. It's weird. And what do we even do with the keys? What keys? My car keys? Because what if someone steals my car!"

Raven grabbed Clarke's shoulders to calm her down. "When you go in, the women will take two room keys. Okay? You mingle for awhile, drink and talk. And then you either give a guy your other key, or you drop it into a bowl and the guys pick randomly. Your car is safe, idiot."

Clarke took a deep breath as Raven knocked on the front door if the enormous house, practically a mansion. A beautiful woman in her forties answered, smiling widely. "Raven! We spoke a few times, this must be your friend. Welcome, welcome. Come on in."

Clarke and Raven walked in, Clarke practically attached to Raven. The woman offered a bowl of keys, so Clarke stuck her hand in and pulled out a set. Room 8.

"Room eight is going to be upstairs," the woman smiled. Clarke just nodded, making her way quickly to the drink table. She was going to mix a drink, but her nerves were causing her hands to shake, so instead she poured an entire glass of vodka.

Raven was already flirting, her confidence something that Clarke was almost envious of. But then again, hiding in the corner with her vodka was safer.

"Hello, there."

Clarke turned around to see a guy with blonde hair, cut on the sides and gelled back in the middle. "Hello," Clarke returned the greeting.

"You seem nervous," he said, touching her shoulder. "Is it your first time?"

"Uhm, yeah." She admitted, flatly.

"Well, no need to be so nervous. You're really hot," he winked.

Clarke wanted to go home. She wanted to drop the key and run to her car, picking herself inside. She looked to Raven for help, but she was dancing with someone.

"Hey, sweetie. There you are," a tanned man, with dark hair that wanted to curl.

"Hey, sorry I got distracted by the Picasso over here. Did you get your drink?" Clarke asked the stranger, going with his flow.

"Oh," the blonde guy. He turned and walked away, allowing Clarke to take a deep breath.

"Thank you so much," Clarke whispered.

"No problem," he gave a nod. "You looked like a deer in headlights. I'm Bellamy."

"That's how I feel," she sighed. "Thanks again," she fiddled with her keys. "Have you done this before?"

"Gone to a stranger's house and flirted so I can fuck a stranger? No, absolutely not. I am now the owner of two keys, though," he said. "Guess I'm not doing so bad. Why are you here? You're obviously not the type to be here."

"It's obvious that I don't want to fuck strangers?" She asked, a little offended at his tone.

"No, not exactly. It's obvious that you're the type of girl who waits six months before putting out to be sure the guy isn't just using her."