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[ With such a clear cut path and fierce levels of determination, it appeared Clarke had known what she wanted out of her life since the beginning but that couldn't be further from the truth. She had not grow up wanting to be a doctor, it had actually unfolded more naturally for her throughout high school and largely in part of her mother's insistence she help out and volunteer at the local hospital. Helping the kids had really solidified the path for her and she hadn't looked back too much even if she kept her sketchpad and pencils with her all the time.
Yes, sensible and no nonsense Clarke Griffin lived and breathed art, at one point wanting to be a famous painter, traveling the world to explore it all with her canvas but childish fantasies eventually concluded when more of reality set in.
A reality she had lost herself in and a quick glance at the clock told her the huge mistake she made trying to finish both units in one afternoon. Grabbing for her things, she shoved everything inside her messenger bag before taking off as fast as possible. She couldn't be late for the bus to get home! She had a shift and without making the bus she would miss it.
Taking off in a literal run, Clarke did not notice the sign in her haste and did not hear the guy calling out to her until it was much too late.
SPLAT.
She fell hard on the ground, her bag and papers scattering everywhere. Makeup, pens, books, her sketchbook and a ton of other things went everywhere. She tended to live out of her bag. But she did not have time to waste! ]
No one ever mops at this time! What did you do use wax?
[ Rubbing at her side and arm, she reached out quickly to try and shove everything again into her bag. ]
I'm going to be late for the bus and bruised at this rate.
[ Shit. That looked like a rough fall. He can't even find it in himself to laugh or find it funny, though part of him thinks she brought it on herself. Still, Bellamy makes his way over - walking because he's not stupid - to help her, crouching down to pick up some of her belongings. ]
Someone who wants to get out early for once mops at this time, princess. [ 'Princess' comes out because frankly she sounds like one to him right now. ]
Are you okay? [ He's not going to apologize for doing his damn job, but he does feel a little guilty about the parts of her body that must hurt, as well as her probably missing her ride home. ]
I have a car. [ Not a very good one, but it works (for now), so it does the job. ] I can give you a ride home.
[ And probably lecture her on the importance of reading signs during the journey. ]
[ Princess. The word rolled around in her mind and her eyes narrowed at the insinuation. Did he believe he knew all about her from one simple encounter? Enough to clearly mock her, which she did not appreciate one bit. Princess. She would show him princess if he wanted it.
The rest of her belongings where shoved back into the bag, a few snatched from him with a mumbled thank you.
Still a jerk, regardless. ]
Oh, just fine. I will love looking like a rebel for the next few days. [ Climbing back to her feet, she paused at the offer, unexpected and, well, stranger and all. Weren't janitors usually the ones who killed the unsuspecting college students?
He looked like a college student himself, though. ]
I can give you gas money. I don't live that far from here. [ Not that far as in more than twenty five minutes away. ]
[ Bellamy rolls his eyes a little when she snatches her things from him. He's just trying to help. She's acting like he made her fall on purpose. Bellamy has much better things to do with his life (except he doesn't... he has no life). ]
It's fine. [ He won't take her money, no matter how much she insists. ] Consider the ride my apology... even though you obviously can't read.
[ There's something teasing about his tone rather than nasty - he could sound a lot more harsh but...
She's cute. He hates that he finds her cute, but she is. ]
Just - wait by the entrance for me while I finish up? And try not to break anything. I'm not paying for your medical bills. [ Mainly because he couldn't afford to. ]
[ Likewise, Clarke loathed she found the guy in any way handsome. The eyes okay? But the smirky face kept her mind from wandering too far in either direction. Lips pressed together firmly, she adjusted herself slowly. She didn't want to slip again, thank you very much! ]
And you can't follow schedules. Looks like we both have things to work on. [ Two could play at the sarcasm game if he wanted to start it up. The annoyance filtering through every word but mostly because her side really hurt and she disliked things not working according to plan. Things were planned for a reason! ]
I don't think anyone else will try and get me from here to the entrance but thanks so much for your concern.
[ With that she took off, muttering under her breath the entire way there. Foot tapping as she waited. ]
[ Bellamy looks a little taken back by her reply, like he wasn't expecting something so quick-witted. Watching her leave, he's torn between narrowing his eyes at her back and wanting to smile at the fact he obviously he got a rise out of her.
He couldn't be more distracted as he finishes mopping, thoughts of the blonde stranger stuck in his mind, but eventually he gets the job done. Then he gets changed out of his uniform into his own clothes and if she thought he looked handsome before, he looks even better out of his jumpsuit. He wears a t-shirt that brings out the color of his eyes as well as shows off his arms (were they that toned from mopping floors?!), making the journey to Clarke in jeans and boots. Her foot tapping doesn't escape his notice and just to bug her even more, he walks straight past her, expecting her to follow out into the parking lot.
His car looks like it's seen better days but it gets Bellamy from A to B and it's all he can afford. After unlocking it, he actually pulls open the passenger door for her. ] Don't worry, it's not due to break down for another month.
[ 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.
I hope you didn't leave a shoe behind. [ He jokes before closing the door behind her. Calling her 'princess' earlier seemed all the more fitting now she's mentioned Cinderella. After moving around the car to the driver's side and climbing in, he senses she's thinking of every bad scenario in a movie similar to the situation she's got herself in and oddly, he wants to put her mind at ease. ]
I mean, accepting a ride from a complete stranger probably isn't the smartest thing to do. [ He wouldn't recommend she ever do this again. ] But you're not in any danger, I promise. I just want wanna make sure you get home okay.
[ Not quite the jerk he makes himself out to be. Then: ] Okay, princess?
Not a shoe but maybe a tube of lip gloss. [ She offered back as she tried to at least appear less tense about the entire situation. Being good looking didn't automatically exempt someone from being crazy, after all. What if he lured pretty young things into his mop soaked web? If he did, he sure picked wrong with her considering all the medical knowledge she had. All meant to heal, of course, but it could shift another way with some tweaks.
His words were sweet, surprisingly enough. ]
Let's see what kind of music taste you have and then I'll really know what I'm dealing with. [ Her way of agreeing to what he said. ]
I don't plan on ever doing this again. [ The established bus schedule would never fail her after this. ]
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I love this sm
Yes, sensible and no nonsense Clarke Griffin lived and breathed art, at one point wanting to be a famous painter, traveling the world to explore it all with her canvas but childish fantasies eventually concluded when more of reality set in.
A reality she had lost herself in and a quick glance at the clock told her the huge mistake she made trying to finish both units in one afternoon. Grabbing for her things, she shoved everything inside her messenger bag before taking off as fast as possible. She couldn't be late for the bus to get home! She had a shift and without making the bus she would miss it.
Taking off in a literal run, Clarke did not notice the sign in her haste and did not hear the guy calling out to her until it was much too late.
SPLAT.
She fell hard on the ground, her bag and papers scattering everywhere. Makeup, pens, books, her sketchbook and a ton of other things went everywhere. She tended to live out of her bag. But she did not have time to waste! ]
No one ever mops at this time! What did you do use wax?
[ Rubbing at her side and arm, she reached out quickly to try and shove everything again into her bag. ]
I'm going to be late for the bus and bruised at this rate.
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Someone who wants to get out early for once mops at this time, princess. [ 'Princess' comes out because frankly she sounds like one to him right now. ]
Are you okay? [ He's not going to apologize for doing his damn job, but he does feel a little guilty about the parts of her body that must hurt, as well as her probably missing her ride home. ]
I have a car. [ Not a very good one, but it works (for now), so it does the job. ] I can give you a ride home.
[ And probably lecture her on the importance of reading signs during the journey. ]
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The rest of her belongings where shoved back into the bag, a few snatched from him with a mumbled thank you.
Still a jerk, regardless. ]
Oh, just fine. I will love looking like a rebel for the next few days. [ Climbing back to her feet, she paused at the offer, unexpected and, well, stranger and all. Weren't janitors usually the ones who killed the unsuspecting college students?
He looked like a college student himself, though. ]
I can give you gas money. I don't live that far from here. [ Not that far as in more than twenty five minutes away. ]
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It's fine. [ He won't take her money, no matter how much she insists. ] Consider the ride my apology... even though you obviously can't read.
[ There's something teasing about his tone rather than nasty - he could sound a lot more harsh but...
She's cute. He hates that he finds her cute, but she is. ]
Just - wait by the entrance for me while I finish up? And try not to break anything. I'm not paying for your medical bills. [ Mainly because he couldn't afford to. ]
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And you can't follow schedules. Looks like we both have things to work on. [ Two could play at the sarcasm game if he wanted to start it up. The annoyance filtering through every word but mostly because her side really hurt and she disliked things not working according to plan. Things were planned for a reason! ]
I don't think anyone else will try and get me from here to the entrance but thanks so much for your concern.
[ With that she took off, muttering under her breath the entire way there. Foot tapping as she waited. ]
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He couldn't be more distracted as he finishes mopping, thoughts of the blonde stranger stuck in his mind, but eventually he gets the job done. Then he gets changed out of his uniform into his own clothes and if she thought he looked handsome before, he looks even better out of his jumpsuit. He wears a t-shirt that brings out the color of his eyes as well as shows off his arms (were they that toned from mopping floors?!), making the journey to Clarke in jeans and boots. Her foot tapping doesn't escape his notice and just to bug her even more, he walks straight past her, expecting her to follow out into the parking lot.
His car looks like it's seen better days but it gets Bellamy from A to B and it's all he can afford. After unlocking it, he actually pulls open the passenger door for her. ] Don't worry, it's not due to break down for another month.
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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.
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I mean, accepting a ride from a complete stranger probably isn't the smartest thing to do. [ He wouldn't recommend she ever do this again. ] But you're not in any danger, I promise. I just want wanna make sure you get home okay.
[ Not quite the jerk he makes himself out to be. Then: ] Okay, princess?
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His words were sweet, surprisingly enough. ]
Let's see what kind of music taste you have and then I'll really know what I'm dealing with. [ Her way of agreeing to what he said. ]
I don't plan on ever doing this again. [ The established bus schedule would never fail her after this. ]