Her Step Brother

A Little Surprise

With her damp hair up in a bun, Clarke went downstairs. She drank some water before making another cup of coffee and grabbing her biscuits that Bellamy had made.

Marcus was shuffling around the house with his own cup of coffee, giving her a polite smile.

"Clarke, honey, could you go get Bellamy? Marcus and I would like to talk to the both of you."

Fear crept up inside Clarke as she put her mug on the table. They had been quiet the night before, she was sure. Did they know Clarke used to sneak in his window? It seemed impossible. Surely they would have brought it up before. Years before.

Clarke opened Bellamy's door without knocking, since he had done it to her. He was just watching tv though, fully clothed.

"The 'rents want us both downstairs," she announced. "Talk time."

Bellamy didn't seem bothered, just rose from his bed and walked downstairs with her. They sat in their respective seats at the table, Clarke eating as everyone else sat.

"So," Marcus started. "We know there is a bit of animosity between the two of you."

Bellamy and Clarke both just shrugged. True, true.

"Well, Abby and I have talked about it in the past, but Clarke, you spent two years with your father, so we tossed away the idea. Now that the both of you are back, though, we think it would be a good idea to go on a vacation together."

"A family vacation?" Clarke asked. "Like, to the beach?" She was hopeful.

"We found this beautiful place up in the mountains," her mother spoke. "We'll stay in cabins, they have tubing, hiking trails, and there's a swimming pool."

"With all due respect to you Abby, Princess wouldn't last a day in the mountains."

Clarke had the urge to throw her coffee at him. "Do you always have to make a stupid, smart ass comment about everything? Do you just live to insult me? If anything, you wouldn't last! I'm way more active than you!"

Bellamy scoffed. "You go on a jog every morning, Clarke. On flat cement. Before the sun rises."

"Well, I believe it would be a nice time," Abby tried to stop the fight. "Marcus and I have already booked the rooms."

"Oh. Okay," Clarke swallowed. "When uh, when is this trip happening?"

"I wanted you to have time to get settled and see your friends first, so we won't leave until Monday. We'll head out early because it's a long trip."

Clarke nodded at her mother, taking her phone out of her pocket and dialing Raven's number.

"Hello?" Raven answered, thick with sleep.

"Hey, come over and hang out with me."

"Clarke? You're back?!"

"Yeah, get your butt up and come over. Love you!"

Clarke stood from the table. "Okay, Raven is coming over. I'll get some laundry done and start packing. We might go out later."

"That's fine," Abby spoke. "Do you need gas?"

"Thanks, but I'm okay right now. Dad gave me some cash before I left to keep gas in until school starts." She put her plate in the dishwasher and her mug. "Thanks for breakfast again, Jerk."

*******
Clarke carried her laundry down the stairs. She started up the washer, dropping her things in.

She gasped as two hands covered her ass. She whipped around, seeing a smirking Bellamy.

"Are you joking?" She demanded, her voice hushed. "Our parents are like fifteen feet away!"

He shrugged. "I just came to get my clothes from the dryer."

She groaned, marching back up the stairs. She took a deep breath, composing herself before opening her door and sitting with Raven.

"So, how weird that you're living with Bellamy Blake?" She whispered.

Clarke just shrugged, not even wanting to discuss how awkward. "It's only for the summer and he'll be back in college. We just don't bother each other," she lied. "Until Monday, I guess. Since our parents think we need a family vacation because we have 'animosity between us'," Clarke quoted.

"Well, to be fair, you guys have always hated each other," Raven chuckled. "I mean, you had two classes with him and was ready to bang your head against a desk."

"True," Clarke sighed. She pulled out a bag, filling it up with clothes she might need on vacation, but she didn't even know how long they would be staying.

"Okay, so when did Wick start dipping his wick in you?"

Raven choked on her water, wiping her mouth with her shirt. "Bitch," she accused.

Clarke laughed. "Well! Details."

"Well, he is only two hours away at college and he messaged me after I toured the school a few months ago. He saw me there."

"That's kind of cute," Clarke said, pulling her clothes off and changing into a swimsuit, tossing Raven one she had left there.

As they got dressed, Clarke and Raven head down the stairs, grabbing towels before walking outside.

"John Murphy."

John turned around, his short, straight hair whipping around. "Clarke!" He jumped out of the pool, wrapping his cold, wet arms around her.

She laughed, hugging him back. "Are you home for the summer, too?"

"Nah. Just a long weekend," he chuckled. "Miss me?"

"Oh, you know it," she flirted, joking.

John chuckled, diving back in the pool to toss the football with Bellamy. Clarke met his eyes for a moment, immidiately looking away when she saw how heated his gaze was. He was jealous that John had his hands on her.

And she hated herself for enjoying his jealousy.

She pulled two chairs out into the sunlight and sat down next to Raven.

"So, tell me about all the hearts you broke," Raven demanded. "Two years away and you're smoking."

"Yeah, Clarke," John called. "How many hearts did you break?"

"I'm a lady. A lady doesn't kiss and tell," Clarke said, smiling, but Bellamy knew exactly what she was referring to.

"Oh, don't even!" Raven laughed. "Come on."

"There was one guy I hung out with," Clarke admitted. She could feel Bellamy looking at her. "He was nice."

"Nice? Must not have been a good lay," John laughed.

Clarke sat up, giving him her meanest look, but it faltered and she ended up laughing. "You must have been told you were nice," she countered.

"Damn," Raven lauged.

"Oh, it's on." John got out of the pool again, walking straight for her.

"Don't you fucking dare, Murphy!" She warned.

John grabbed her, running and jumping in the pool with her in his arms. When she popped back up, she splashed him but was smiling.

"I hate you," she told him.

"You'll live," John laughed.