Hello friends! So for Blarke Wine Club last night I let a few friends give me a prompt so I could attempt my first Bellarke fanfic drabble.
Here it is šš Itās my first one so plz be kindš
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Clarke pulled up to her new dorm, shut off the GPS and looked out her window at the five-story brick building. It was brick, with windows set at regular intervals across the front. She could see people in a few of the windows, putting sheets on beds and hanging clothes in wardrobes. Dad's hauling clear plastic bins, mothers dragging overstuffed suitcases, and little brothers and sisters carrying backpacks with plush dragons or bears poking out the top were scattered around the front lawn.
She turned off her car and climbed out, unable to keep the smile from forming. She was finally at Ground University, the place sheād been dreaming with her dad since she was little. She touched the slightly oversized watch on her wrist, her smile turning wistful as a small wave of grief hit her. She closed her eyes breathing in the smell of teen spir-her eyes flashed open and she bit her cheek to contain her laugh. If her thoughts were getting that cliched that was a sign to stop dawdling and check in.
She walked up to one of the neon-shirt wearing residential assistants, a tall pretty girl with a name tag that said āAnyaā. Anya nodded as Clarke approached and asked. āHi, need some help?ā
āHi, where do I go to check in?ā
āCheck in is over there,ā She pointed to the table with a short queue in front of it and three neon shirts seated with letter ranges on signs in front of them. Clarkes nodded, gave a small smile and walked over,. She could feel the excitement bubbling up in her. She was finally here.
Bellamy sighed as he navigated the cars and families dispersed on the street, but couldnāt keep the smile off his face. He could see O bouncing in her seat, beaming as she turned her head around trying to take it all in. Bellamy glanced down at the directions heād written out, turning in to the drive in front of Octaviaās soon to be dorm.
Bellamy turned off the car, looking to Octavia to see her already getting out, running up to one of the resident assistants scattered about in bright T-shirts. He shook his head, but couldnāt keep the fond smile off his face. Octavia deserved this. She had always chafed under their overly strict mother, and after sheād died and been sent to live with a foster family for a year sheād had a lot of rage. It had taken Bellamy forever to get set up in a job and get custody for his sister. She deserved to have something she was excited about.
āBell!ā Octavia skidded to a halt in front of him, her smile taking up her entire face. She grabbed his hand and began dragging him over to the queue where other students and families were gathered. ā They said I need to check in and grab my key and then I can start taking things in. Bell Iām so excited to start classes andā¦ā
Bellamy listened to his sister absentmindedly, taking in the campus. There were at least four blue-light emergency poles scattered in view of the dorm and from what he could see of the incoming freshman there were more girls than guys living in this dorm. The corner of his mouth lifted, those were two less things to worry about. He turned his attention forward back to his sister as he heard Octavia ask someone where they were from.
āConnecticut. I drove down by myself.ā The blonde who had been in front of them in the queue was talking to Octavia. She was beautiful, with long blond curls and bright blue eyes. Those eyes snagged on something in his memory, like a word on the tip of his tongue. It slipped away as Bellamyās gaze caught on the watch on her wrist, a frown forming as he realized it was the type of watch that would cost him more than heād make in a month. He tuned in closer to their conversation.
āSo howād you pick Ground?ā Octavia was tying back her hair into a quick messy braid.
āMy dad. This was his Alma mater. We talked about me going to school here since I was little.ā
Bellamy couldnāt hold back the scoff. Here was another legacy brat getting into college because of daddyās money. He turned as he felt a gaze boring into the side of his face. The blonde was glaring at him, her blue eyes crackling like blue flames. He raised an eyebrow and smirked. āHelp you with something Princess?ā
Clarke could feel the pissed off feeling growing in her chest. She crossed her arms, gazing up at the asshole behind the dark haired girl Clarke had been speaking with. She had said hello when Clarke glanced back and caught her eye, skipping over their names and asking Clarke where she was from and if her family was here. When Clarkeās eye had snagged on the yāall guy next to her, sheād waved at him vaguely saying he was her older brother. He was hot, with bronze skin, dark curls, and eyes the color of cinnamon. There was something familiar about those eyes but the feeling slipped away before she could catch it. Too bad his attitude ruined it. She could feel the dislike rolling off him in waves.
āSeems to me youāre the one with the problem. After all, you clearly had a comment on something I said?ā Clarke raised one of her own eyebrows, not wavering from their stare down.
He smirked. āNot at all Princess.ā
Clarke held back the flinch that nickname brought. She opened her mouth to respond when His sistertapped her arm pointing to where the Residential Counselor behind the A-G sign was smiling and waving.
Clarke gave the dark-haired girl a smile and a quick, āIāll see you around,ābefore walking up. She filled out the form as the RA chattered at her about rules and what to do if she got lost or locked out. She could hear the two siblings behind her arguing.
ā-the hell? You didnāt have to be rude. I was making a new friend,ā She heard the girl with the unfortunate brother snap.
āYou donāt need a friend like that O. Did you see her watch? Or hear her when she said her dad got her into this school?ā He scoffed again. āSheās clearly another privileged brat here on Daddyās dime.ā
Clarkeās back stiffened and she could feel herself turn to ice as rage washed through her body. She gave a mechanical smile to the chipper RA handing her form and ID to the RA. She could still hear the siblings going back and forth but she wasnāt listening anymore. She focused on what the RA was saying, trying to keep her rage contained so she didnāt go off in front of her new classmates and their families. She took back her ID and key, not even turning to wave at, too afraid that seeing the assholeās face would set her off.
Bell had no idea why the nickname had slipped out. He was so careful not to use it, it had always been reserved for one person, someone he hadnāt seen in years. And back then it had always been used alongside happy laughter and wide smiles. He had no idea why this girl had caused him to slip. Maybe it was the hair or the eyes making him think of her. But it couldnāt be her, wherever she was, she would have already been as junior in college not this freshman brat.
Bell glanced at Octavia and frowned at the disappointment on her face as the blonde girl left without a goodbye. His gaze lingered on her as she walked up to a black BMW. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. Heād called it. O didnāt need friends like that. Heād spent the last three years at this university as a janitor, watching a parade of privileged brats piss away an opportunity he could only dream of. He didnāt want someone like that getting Octavia into trouble.
Octavia didnāt even look at him as she checked in grabbing her key and storming back to their car. He rubbed the back of his neck knowing heād have to deal with the silent treatment over the next few hours as they moved her in. Octavia had already grabbed her backpack and a duffel and Bellamy jogged to catch up as she started toward the dorm, clearly not waiting for him. He grabbed her duffel and plastic bin stuffed with various odds and ends and ran to catch up with her.
He followed her through the hallways full of overly emotional parents and excited freshman. They went up a flight of stairs to the third floor before walking down the hall a bit, stopping in front of room 102. The RA had tacked two tags to the bulletin board on the door. The door tags were shaped like stars, one said Octavia Blake. Bellamy was staring at the other.
Heād not heard that name since he was nine. Clarke Griffin. His best friend until they had had to move away. It couldnāt be the same one, the chances were so unlikely. He felt a sense of foreboding start to grow in his stomach but he couldnāt place why.
Octavia opened the door, pausing in the threshold. As Bellamy looked over Octaviaās shoulder, his gaze caught on the girl from outside, her eyes opened wide with surprise. āPrincessā¦?ā
Any blame can be directed toward @historyofbellarke and @animmortalist for encouraging me to do this š
