Before You Go

whenever you called

Bellamy doesn't get a lot of sleep between taking care of four shitfaced teenagers who took turns throwing up until like 6 am, and also having to find time to clean up the stuff from making macaroni and tidy the rest of the suite because, well, what else is he gonna do? It's not until around 6:30 am that he manages to stumble into Octavia's room and pass out. The vomiting had stopped, but Bellamy had still left the buckets just in case. In the morning, he needs to remind them to drink actual alcohol instead of whatever poisonous shit Monty concocted.

He only manages to get about four hours of sleep before a loud knocking at the door rips him from his sleep. He rolls over and tries to ignore it, but after the fourth time, Bellamy stumbles out of bed and tiredly walks out of Octavia's room. The four teenagers are still passed in the living room, O and Raven cuddled up together under the blankets, Monty's foot in Jasper's face. Bellamy sighs, but then a knock at the door comes, again , and Bellamy groans, walking to the door as he pushes his hair out of his eyes blearily.

He opens the door to find none other than Finn Collins, fist raised to knock again. Finn blinks, clearly not expecting to see Bellamy answering the door. Bellamy can't help the smirk that finds its way onto his face. He leans against the doorway, not offering to let Finn in. The two have a mutual disliking of each other, but they both tolerate the other for Clarke's sake. For the most part.

"Mornin' Collins," Bellamy says, his voice rough with sleep. Finn ignores him, trying to glance around the other man. Bellamy shifts, blocking his view. "Anything I can help you with?" Finn clears his throat and looks at Bellamy, arms crossed over his chest.

"Nah, I'm just looking for Clarke," Finn answers. Bellamy frowns and glances at his watch. It's 10:34. He looks back up at Finn, confused.

"Dude it takes longer than 30 minutes to take a test," Bellamy says. Clearly, that catches Finn off-guard. Bellamy scoffs lightly, shaking his head. The dick didn't even know Clarke had a test today. He's never understood why Clarke's with him. She can do so much better. Bellamy basically raised Clarke since she was like 9. Well, 5 if he's being honest. After Clarke became friends with Octavia and started spending more time at their house, Abby pretty much gave up, regardless of the fact that Bellamy was only 11. The two girls with deadbeat mothers kind of ensured Bellamy matured young. He knows everything there is to know about Clarke Griffin, down to her favorite flavor of lollipop (watermelon). And that's how he knows she deserves more than what Finn has to offer. But the one time he tried to tell her that, it didn't go too well. As in, screaming-match-not-too-well. So he let it go.

"Yeah, of course," Finn says now, trying to cover up the fact he didn't know. Bellamy raises an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to say something else. FInn clears his throat again. Bellamy rolls his eyes.

"Listen, man, I'd be happy to hang out and chat longer, but I got four hungover idiots to deal with, so..." Bellamy lets the sentence trail off, gesturing for Finn to leave.

"Oh, yeah, of course. Just tell Clarke I stopped by when she gets back from her Poli-Sci class, ok?" Bellamy tries to hide his smirk as Finn walks away and swings the door shut. It's an Advanced Lit test.

Octavia groans and Bellamy turns with a sigh, walking over to his sister, who's sitting up, holding her surely pounding head in her hands. Raven grumbles as Octavia moves, pulling the blanket further over herself.

"Mornin, squirt," Bellamy whispers. Octavia blinks up at him tiredly.

"Hey Bell," she groans. "When did you get here?" Bellamy scoffs, shaking his head. Octavia moans pitifully, her head screaming.

"Around 2, O. If you're gonna drink, can't you at least drink something other than Monty's homemade moonshine? That stuff is gonna kill you one of these days," he scolds softly.