An Ocean For Me To Drown: Bellarke One Shots

student BODY presidents

"Hook the string to the left just a little and make sure the bottom is secure! We want the balloon tunnels straight and the pictures need to look good."

"Princess Bossy, what would you like me to do?"

Clarke turned, a sour look on her face. Bellamy Blake. Unfortunately, he got voted as the president of his senior class. Mostly because every girl has slept with him or tried to, and most of the guys didn't vote because they didn't give a shit.

Which meant she, being the president for the juniors, had to constantly be around him, working with him.

He frustrated her to no end.

"You didn't sign up to help decorate, Bell. Why are you even here?" She asked, walking with her clipboard in hand, checking everyone's progress.

"I am volunteering, Clarke. Appreciate the help."

She stopped, looking up at him. He hair was getting shaggier, the dark waves looking more and more like they needed her hands to run through... NO. No.

"Okay," she cleared her throat. "Are you afraid of heights?"

He smirked. "Not a chance, Princess."

"Great. Then take that ladder over by the stage and help hang up decorations."

For the next few hours, handfuls of students and even a few members of staff all helped to decorate the enormous gym. The old gym was bug enough to fit all of the students and their parents, meaning it took several hours to decorate.

Clarke just desperately hoped that nothing messed up before it was actually time for the prom to start.

Soon, everything was checked off of her list and the gym was stunning. She thanked everyone before sending them all home, even the teachers.

There was four hours until the teachers and chaperones would be back to let the dj set up and the photographers. All she needed to do now was grab a few more chairs for the stage.

She pulled open the storage closet door, propping the door open. She started moving the gym mats, trying to pull the chairs.

"Need some help?"

She jumped, spinning around. "What are you still doing here? Everyone left."

Bellamy just shrugged. "I can't find my cell phone. Here, let me help you."

He stepped in the packed room, trying to reach over her and tug on the chairs. Eventually, they got two chairs.

Bellamy stepped around the mats, tossing the chairs out into the gym. But they hit the door, moving the broom handle that was holding open the door.

"No!" Clarke yelled, basically shoving past him to grab the door. She was too late. The door closed with a thud. Angrily, she twisted and jerked the handle. "You have to be fucking kidding me!"

"Please tell me there's another way out," Bellamy spoke.

She turned to him in the room, the small, square window letting in enough light to see his panicked face. "No, Bellamy. There is no other way out! You shouldn't have thrown the chairs! Didn't you see that I had the door propped open?!"

"It was an accident!" He shouted. "Just, just call someone! Call the police for all I care, but call someone."

Clarke sighed, sitting down on one of the mats. There was enough room for them both. "Make yourself comfortable, Bell. I left my phone in my bag. Out in the gym. And, it'll be hours before anyone shows up to set up."