May we meet again (a Bellarke fan fiction)

Chapter 5

Clarke's POV:

I woke up with my head aching. Last night was a blur but I remember the look in Murphy's eyes, the way he tried to touch me. I searched my mind for how far he got; for what exactly happened and then I remembered Bellamy. He had saved me. He had hit Murphy. I slowly opened my eyes rubbing my head and trying to remember how I even got home.

I glanced around and my heart started pounding as I realized I wasn't in my bed. I sat up as fast as I could and saw Bellamy laying on the floor shirtless. I held myself back from looking at his chest as he stretched his arms above his head. He smiled over at me.

"Hey princess, how you doing?" Bellamy said his eyes still soft and sleepy. What had I let him do? What had happened last night? I felt my anger take over and stood up. I walked over to him and slapped him hard across the face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you taking advantage of somebody drunk like that, taking advantage of me" I said feeling tears race down my face as I shakily headed out of his room. He reached out and gripped my arm. He swung me around and I was trying to get him off me and my hands landed on his chest. I felt his warm chest underneath my fingers and fought the want to stay right where I was but I reached out and slapped him again and he winced.

"What do you think of me? You really think that I would do that to you?" Bellamy asked his eyes soft and kind as he gently released my wrist.

"Then what the hell happened, huh?" I asked my eyes still watering and my hands shaking. He sat down on his bed and patted the spot next to him and smirked slightly.

"I will tell you the story as long as you promise not to slap me again" He said still smirking but rubbing his red cheek.

Bellamys POV:

The fact she thought I would take advantage of her made my chest ache. For some reason all I wanted to do was wrap my arms around her and make sure she was all right. But I didn't for several reasons one of which was the fact she would probably slap me again and damn that really hurt.

So pushing away thoughts of her tucked underneath my arm I started to tell her the story.

"You got drunk on beer pong, you danced with Octavia for a bit," I didn't tell her this but she was so cute dancing twirling around I couldn't help but smile. I continued

"and then Murphy was touching you and I threw him out of the party, you then ran up into my room" I said gripping my fists in anger just thinking about Murphy.
"I followed you up and you where laying on my bed, you were crying and so I tried to comfort you then you ripped off your shirt and then mine. I decided not to put on another one because I didn't want you to break that one too" I said not able to hold back a small chuckle. She started to blush; covering her face with both hands.
"You were really out of it, taking off your clothes and dancing around and then you passed out without your top on, so that's why your wearing my shirt. I decided to be extra cautious so not only are you wearing my shirt you are also wearing one of my wife beaters. Oh and by the way you are one strong girl" I said with a laugh and she pulled her head out of her hands and sighed.

"I'm so sorry I should go I probably ruined your night" She said shakily starting to stand up but I gently grabbed onto her arm. I spun her around again and she placed her hands on my chest making my heart speed up. I cleared my throat trying to push my want to touch her out of my mind.

"Let me drive you home, your car is at your house already I had Raven and Wick take it back. By the way you didn't ruin my party you made it different than all of the other party's. That's all" I said with a smile and she blushed.

"How do you know my address?" She asked.

"Who do you think? Octavia" I said and she nodded. Then she seemed to realized she still had her hands on my bare chest. She started to blush. I couldn't help but smirk.

We stayed like that a couple more seconds and then she pulled away. I wish she hadn't, I wanted to stay like that forever. I wanted to kiss her but I knew that I shouldn't. She stood up and walked down the stairs. I followed, I promise I tried not to stare at her ass. For some reason I liked seeing my over-sized shirt on her. She was just so natural and beautiful and so very different then any other girls.

I knew I liked her but I would do something to make her leave me. I always ruined any good relationship; I'm just that kind of guy. I can't get to close to her, I need to keep my distance.

Authors note: I love this so much. I can't wait to write more if you have any ideas I will see if they go well with the story