Thread: RP: The 100: May We Meet Again: One-on-One with Horror_Show

Hey there. I think youre going the wrong way, Clarke. Clarke looked behind, eyeing him and face forward trying to pick up her pace but he was right beside her. Excuse me? She said in a shitty tone but you could tell she was frustrated. Okay. So maybe the party scene is not your style. We can sit out here if you want. Id like to talk with you for a while tonight. Ill be honest with you. I really want to get to know you. That caught the young eighteen-year-old off guard, she stopped even as a strong night wind blew, making her messy hair go everywhere, she breathed out, her eyes wide looking at him. You could still hear the loud obnoxious old as hell club music playing. She saw Bellamy with a faint smile, an honest one. Her eyes looked back at the camp and craziness. That your idea of fun? She said with her brows together. Which he completely ignored. You look like you could use a drink. Youre making me feel stressed out and worried by just looking at me. She laughed out a little sarcastically as if slightly offended. She hadnt ever drunk alcohol, it wasnt ever on her to do list, not even back on the Ark. Plus it was hard to get things like that on the Ark unless it was an important celebration and it was permitted. She didnt say anything, once again he had that affect, she was stunned, lost in his honesty and awed by how gorgeous he was. She watched as he left quickly to grab some drinks, she rolled her eyes, starting to walk further as he rushed back. She didnt even know why he was bothering her. She just looked at the six pack of bottles of beer. She had to try so hard not to act weird or laugh out from her anxiety. She climbed on top of the rock as he leaned against it. She knew he wasnt going to leave her alone for whatever reason. He handed her a bottle after opening it, she was hesitant but took it while sitting on the rock. He would watch her amused, he would know she hadnt ever drank before as she smelled it. A toast. To new beginnings, to survivors, and a better life. He did a toast and she just raised her bottle weakly not seeming interested. She wiggled her nose and took a small sip, putting on an act to just get that sip down. He laughed, his laugh made her just look at him, almost with a comical face herself. You laughing at me? She said, with a half-smile, it was cute, almost attractive to see her so defensive. He shrugged, putting his hands up. They started talking. This smells like ass. She said and saw him raise an eye, he didnt say anything for a minute. You know what--- he stopped with her look and couldnt help his face from smiling, it hurt. Their conversation was cut short with one of the younger red heads, one of the most beautiful out of the group, came over strutting. She was already a little tipsy and had that seductive smile on. She looked a little offended Bellamy was even over here with Clarke. She gave Clarke a look of disgust and locked eyes with the tall handsome male. Hey Bell. There you are. I was wondering where you went. You should come back and join us. Ive already missed having you around. We should talk. Bellamy retracted he face letting her know he didnt want to be touched, not by her. Clarke was sitting like a little duck, holding the bottle just watching, curious, fascinated almost. She was half expecting him to leave, half of her almost wanted him to go so she could be in peace and calm down from his presence, the other didnt want him to go. No I dont think I should. Im perfectly happy right here. Her eyes got beady and she shifted uncomfortably on the rock and the girl flashed her a shitty smirk. She couldnt understand why Bellamy would want her, everyone knew Clarke wasnt the type to please him, so they thought. The girl continued and he turned her down again until the girl walked off bouncing her ass to make sure he saw. So hopefully thats over with. Id rather spend my time here. Clarke let out a loud breath, letting her tongue clean her teethe, another nervous habit. She shrugged and just looked at the bottle. Why she laughed, as if not getting why he was so persistent to be with her when he could be fucking so many of the other young prisoners. She rolled her eyes and randomly started chugging the bottle. She got of it down before coughing, making faces because of the awful taste, it was dripping down her mouth onto her t-shirt. She wiped her mouth. She watched as Bellamy pushed back, scooting up to her level on the rock. She had spilled beer everywhere. He used his hand and reached out to wipe her chin, she flinched but let him. His touch sent chills and she finished the bottle, and let it drop to the ground.