[ There were a lot of comments on the tip of her tongue but each one faded right from her mind thanks to two distinct things. The first? The fact Bellamy walked right by her without a word, just expecting for her to follow along after him. The ego on the guy made her want to scream a little. What have him the right? Which actually hinted at point number two. His looks. The jumpsuit hadn't done him any favors but would it with anyone?

His eyes would haunt her dreams for sure and the arms. Surely, not all from being a janitor? Why had he become one in the first place? It made little sense and only had her more curious.

Following after him as he wanted, Clarke moved a little slower on purpose. Jerk. Who apparently opened her door like a gentleman. Confusing. ]

Good because Cinderella isn't as fun in real life. [ Settling into the car, she gave a quick thank you. ] This exact thing is something I've seen in movies before. Never turns out well for the blonde.