Princess ♕ Flarke ❶ {Wattys2015}

Chapter 11: Finn

Chapter 11: Finn

Clarke told me to "take a break", so that's what I'm doing. Instead of worrying about construction work, Clarke planned a party so we could all relax and let loose.

Clarke and all our shooters went out a few hours ago to get some food for a big feast but they haven't returned yet. Monty started making a celebratory drink - probably alcohol - to go with our food.

"We're back!" Bellamy shouts. "And we have lots of food."

Bellamy and Miller dump two deers and several rabbits on one of the tables, while Clarke, Jasper and a few others trail behind them carrying the guns.

"Hey," Clarke says, coming up to me. "About this party - do you think me and you could have a private date thing? We've never really had one." She blushes.

"Well you don't really get the chance to have dates when people die," I laugh.

"Yeah... So is that a yes?"

"It's an absolute of course." I pick Clarke up and twirl her round in circles.

"Finn!" she giggles. "You're making me dizzy!"

"Hey, you're not the only one spinning here."

"Put me down!"

I bring her to a stop and place her on the ground in front of me.

"Let's get this party started!" Bellamy shouts and runs off with Miller.

"Come on," I say. "Let's get wasted."

"Yay, hangovers!"

"Hurray for headaches!"

***

As I down another shot of whiskey, Jasper stumbles over to me.

"Give me that." He takes the cup from my hand. "It's empty?"

"Yeah, I just drank it all." I take the cup back. "Maybe you should stop drinking for a bit."

"And miss out on all the fun? I'm not the only one drinking." He points to the cup.

"You're right. Two shots, please," I say to Monty, who's decided to be the barman, even if the bar is just a log with holes in it for the drinks he made.

"Two shots coming up." He passes us the drinks and me and Jasper clink cups.

"I need to find Clarke," I tell him. "We have something arranged."

"Go ahead, no one's stopping you."

I walk around camp looking for Clarke. In a corner a load of drunk people were dancing, even though there was no music, and there was music playing from the drop ship. How they got music, I do not know.

There was some faint shouting from behind the drop ship.

"You're drunk." The voice if muffled but scared.

"Everyone's drunk, Princess."

Princess.

"Bellamy, stop!" I hear the sound of hand-against-cheek and I immediately see Clarke running out from behind the drop ship. Bellamy walks into the light soon after, a pink hand mark across his cheek. His eyes are red and blood-shot and he has a smirk plastered across his face. It turns into a look of horror as he spots me.

"Oh, Finn, we were just..."

"It's not 'we'!" Clarke shouts. "You tried to kiss me!"

"What?" I ask, walking over to Bellamy. I'm not as tall as him, so it's hard to be intimidating.

"It was just a kiss," he says, but his eyes show fear.

"Stay away from Clarke."

"We live in the same camp, I can't always stay away from her."

"I can make you."

He glares at me with his red eyes, and then looks at Clarke.

"Too bad you didn't feel anything when I kissed you."

***

"How did it start?" I ask Clarke.

"He grabbed my hand and took me behind the drop ship," Clarke says. Quite a crowd has gathered to hear what happened. "He put his hand to the back of my neck and he started kissing me. Then he started to go to second base... So I slapped him." Everyone chuckles.

"He may be my brother, but that was kind of a dick move," says Octavia. "Did he do anything else?"

"He said "Too bad you didn't feel anything when I kissed you"."

The words finally make sense to me.

***

A/N

I know this chapter was shorter, but that's because no one commented any ideas for me to use.

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