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“Shit, Clarke, is that you?”
“Bellamy?”
“Yeah, princess, you called me.”
“I-I’m sorry, I was looking for Tavia…” She sounded a little drunk and maybe a bit scared, which had Bellamy instantly sitting up and softening his voice.
“What do you need with O at two in the morning?”
“She d-dragged me to this party and I think she left with Lincoln, but I-.”
“Shh, princess, it’s ok. Tell me where you are.” He shoved his feet into his shoes, grabbed his keys off the bedside table and headed for the door.
“No, Bellamy, you don’t have to-.”
“I’m already headed to my car. Where am I going?”
“Uh…I’m walking down Frat Row. Toward Baker St.” That was confirmed for Bellamy a moment later when he heard guys in the background shouting and whistling, undoubtedly at Clarke. The phrase “come on, blondie, come inside” jumped out at him and he saw red.
“She left you at a frat party?!”
“I-.” Bellamy had already been driving a bit too fast toward Baker, which was just a few streets over from his place, when Clarke got cut off by some asshole who had apparently walked over to her. He was trying to convince Clarke to come in and wait for her ride with them. When she snapped, “Let go of me!” He all but slammed his foot on the gas.
When he pulled up a few moments later, Bellamy saw Clarke being gripped tightly by some drunken frat boy and he was out of the car in an instant. He was half way there when Clarke landed a hard punch to the guy’s face.
Clarke had hoped hitting the prick would make him let go but instead his hold on her arm only tightened and he dragged her roughly up against him. He smelled like beer and cigarette smoke, not a pleasant combination. Before he could do anything else, Bellamy was there, shoving him away from her. Frat-asshole took one look at the solid over six feet of tanned, menacing muscle that is Bellamy Blake and stumbled home without any further protest.
She must have shook or wobbled because the next thing she knew, he’d scooped her into his arms and carried her to his truck. When Bellamy got in, he pulled his jacket out from behind his seat and wrapped her up in it, gently tucking her in beside him.
“Are you ok, princess?”
She nodded. “Thanks, Bell.”
He started the car and headed back out of Frat Row. “That was a nice punch.”
She nuzzled against his arm and smiled up at him. “I sure hope so or else I’ve been teaching Octavia how to defend herself poorly.”
“Once you are sober, I definitely have a lot of questions for you concerning things you’ve blurted out tonight.”
“Oh!” Clarke suddenly remembered. “I can’t go home. Your sister has my keys. That’s what I was calling her for, er, trying to call her for. But your numbers are almost the same and I got you instead. A less-drunk-me would have probably gone from my contacts instead of dialing from memory but no one ever said tequila makes you smarter.”
He chuckled and started heading back toward his own apartment. “Why does she have your keys?”
“Because she had a purse with her. I stuck my stuff in there. The only reason I had my phone was because I had shoved that in my bra.”
Bellamy frowned. “Why would she leave you at the party?”
“She asked if I could find a way home on my own but I was drunk so I just kind of nodded and she ran off before I sobered up enough to realize it was too far to walk and that she’d taken my keys and my wallet so I couldn’t even get a cab.” Clarke paused. “Actually, I’d better text her because when she sees my frantic texts and realizes she has my stuff, she’s probably going to freak.”
She pulled her phone out from the shelter of Bellamy’s jacket and typed out a message to Tavia. Problem solved. Your brother rescued me. Ttyl <3
Apparently he’d spotted the text, what with her almost in his lap though, it’s not like she wasn’t basically typing it next to his face. Smirking, he said, “I always wanted to be a Knight, it’s like my dreams have been realized.”
Clarke laughed, curling back up in her cocoon which, to her secret delight, smelled like him. “I’m glad someone got something out of this mess.”
“Are you saying you didn’t, princess? Because you’re getting to spend the night with me and in the morning, you’ll have the option of wearing tonight’s tequila-stained outfit or borrowing something of mine, both of which are total walk-of-shame outfits.”
She groaned against his shoulder, which had become her pillow. “Just you watch, Raven and your sister are going to have a blast with that. Also, you’re so lending me something to wear. I am taking this off as soon as we get upstairs.”
“Oh?” he arched a brow at her and she tried to ignore the way his lips curled up in that sexy way of his. “You’re going to immediately strip when we get to my apartment? You should drunk-dial me more often, Clarke.”
She reveled in the part pained and part shocked look on Bellamy’s face when the next words out of her mouth were, “Laugh now, Blake. But I know you’re actually a gentleman which means when I strip naked and climb into your bed, you’re the one who is going to have suffer not being able to do anything about it.”