Her Step Brother

Unpacking

Clarke was a little surprised to find the front door open when she got home. Deciding her mother's forgetfulness wasn't important, she opened the refrigerator, grabbing a drink before lugging two of her bags upstairs.

The other bags could wait until the next morning, but the two from the front had her essentials in it.

She unlocked the door to her old room, feeling a mixture of relief to be home, and homesick for her father's house. Flipping on the light switch, she dropped all of her things on the bed, deciding a shower was much more important than unpacking at the moment.

She carried her soap and shampoos into the restroom, seeing some men's soap that Bellamy must have left behind when he moved. She smelled it, pushing away thoughts of smelling it in Bellamy.

After her long and hot shower, she wrapped a towel in her hair and one around her body, walking barefoot into her bedroom. She opened one of her bags, pulling out a sports bra and a matching thong.

"I bet that looks hot."

She jumped, her heart hammering in her chest. She whipped around to see Bellamy in the doorway.

"What the fuck?" She demanded. "Why are you here? Shouldn't you be up at the college, sticking your dìck into anything with a pulse?"

He stepped forward, making the room feel much smaller. He looked even taller, broader than when she had seen him last. "Jealous?" He raised a brow, stirring a memory she had buried.

"Get out."

"I'm staying for the free show," he winked.

She let out a huge sigh. "Seriously! Go away you aggravating prick!"

He held up his hands in mock defeat. "Okay, I'll go. But, you should wear that black lingerie you packed. You know, the long lacy one that looks like it would fit like a second skin."

Her cheeks were read and she narrowed her eyes. "You ass! You went through my stuff?"

He just shrugged.

"I can't believe you're here. You literally just ruined my summer."

He stepped forward, following her as she backed up into her dresser. "So, you're back to being a bitch instead of the girl who-"

She covered his mouth. "Don't you dare," she warned. "That was years ago and it was before our parents got married. Now, get the hell out of my room."

He grabbed her hand covering her mouth, kissing the top of her hand, shooting chills up her spine. He jerked her forwards, nearly making her drop her towel. He cupped her neck, the heat searing her skin.

"It's not like I haven't seen it before," he winked, leaving as he chuckled to himself.

She was angry, but more turned on. She had done her best for two years to push away every thought she had of Bellamy except for the negative ones.

She didn't think he would be home. And she sure as hell didn't think he was going to drive her body and mind mad.

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No longer tired after she got dressed, full of energy she needed to burn, she carried more of her things upstairs, unpacking one thing at a time so her room wouldn't be cluttered.

As she was hanging her clothes up, she heard a lot of noise downstairs, followed by quick footsteps.

"Clarke!"

She turned around and hugged her mother back. "Hey, Mom."

"I didn't think you would be home until tomorrow. I had a big dinner planned and everything."

Clarke shrugged. "Yeah, well I packed already and I just decided to come early."

"Well, this is still wonderful. Bellamy!" She called.

Bellamy opened his door across the hallway, headphones in his ears. "Yeah?"

"Would you help Clarke get her things?"

Marcus agreed. "Yes, she has several boxes and bags left in her car."

Bellamy took his headphones out and tossed his phone into his bed. "Sure," he sighed.

Even though it wasn't the method Clarke wanted, everyone helped her bring her things upstairs and she slowly went through each bag and box.

She plugged her laptop up and put in on her bed, making sure it wouldn't be charged before bed.

"Dinner!" Her mother shouted.

Clarke stored the empty boxes in the hall closet and put her bags in her closet. She jogged down the stairs, Bellamy on her heels.

She washed up and made her plate, grabbing a drink before turning for the steps.

"Clarke," her mother stopped her. "I meant dinner together."

She sat down across from Bellamy, who was smirking. The ass.

"How was the drive down?" Marcus asked her.

"It was good," she told everyone. "Really good."

"What time did you leave? When did you get home?" Her mother questioned.

"I can't remember, I started loading the car at six," she told them.

"What?" Her mother didn't hide her surprise well at all.

Clarke shrugged. "Yeah, Dad and I got up everyday around five so we could get a run in before school and work."

"Can't imagine you doing anything that would make you actually break a sweat," Bellamy muttered.

"Well, we can't all strive for your amazing lifestyle," she spoke with too much sweetness. "Waking up at noon and rolling some infested girl out of our dorm before your afternoon classes."

"Clarke!" Her mother scolded.

Clarke just shrugged, continuing to eat her very good meal. Marcus must have done most of the cooking because her mother was not ever going to win an award for her cooking skills.

"Thank you both very much for dinner," Clarke stood. "But, I've had a very long day and it's time to turn in."

"Of course. We'll see you in the morning," her mother said. "Just leave your plate, honey. I'll get it."

Clarke thanked her again before trudging up the steps. Her body was tired, but her mind was buzzing. Part of her wanted to call her friends and let them know she was back, but the other part of her didn't have the energy.

She crawled into bed, the cool sheets feeling amazing. Turning on her laptop, she loaded up Netflix. Surely there was a show she needed to catch up on or some movie that would look interesting.