• jacydelvecchio

Drabbles: #24


“Are you seeing someone?” Finn asked. He dreaded the answer, but he had to know.


Clarke scoffed. “No, I’m not seeing anyone. And yet, I still don’t want to get back together with you. I would much rather you weren’t even talking to me.”


She was still staring straight ahead, refusing to look at him. She was so beautiful it hurt to look at her. He was about to plead his case again when someone else interrupted.


“Hey, princess. I hope you weren’t waiting long,” a deep voice said warmly.


Finn turned to see a man with crazy hair and deep eyes looking directly at Clarke. She slipped off her stool and into his open arms easy as breathing. He pressed a lingering kiss to the top of her head and rocked her side to side a little.


They pulled back, but only slightly. Clarke looked up at him and his brow furrowed in concern. He cupped Clarke’s cheek, brushed a thumb under her eye. And that was when Finn realized that despite the fact that Clarke looked as gorgeous as ever, she also looked kind of exhausted.


Finn was irritated that it had escaped his attention, that he had only noticed because of the other man.


“Let’s go back to my place,” the man said.


“I thought we were grabbing drinks,” Clarke frowned.


“We were. Before I realized you were lying about how tired you are. Plus, it’s not like I don’t have alcohol at my apartment. We can drink there. And then you can crash when you start falling asleep.”


“Oh, it’s just a given that I’ll fall asleep, huh,” Clarke snarked. Her soft tone belied her mocking words.


“Yeah, because you seem exhausted and red wine makes you sleepy anyway.”


Finn looked at them. The way her arms had slid up around his neck. The way his hands rested casually on her hips. The way they seemed to have forgotten there was anyone around besides each other.


Clarke said she wasn’t seeing anyone, and he doubted she would try to spare his feelings at all, but even if she wasn’t dating this man, there was clearly something between them.


Clarke leaned into him even more. “That actually sounds really nice. We could watch that documentary you’ve been desperate to see.”


He immediately brightened. “It’s supposed to be really accurate,” he said excitedly.


“Nerd,” Clarke accused, with a laugh so fond it made Finn’s heart ache.


“Whatever,” the man scoffed, “Let’s get out of here. Wine and a thorough overview of the Byzantine Empire awaits us.”


“Like you don’t already know basically everything that’s going to be in it already,” Clarke rolled her eyes as she gathered her things.


“There’s always more to learn from the past,” the man said in a prim tone that made Clarke laugh. Again.


She was about to walk away. Finn had the impression that she’d honestly forgotten he was even there. All it took was this freckled man and Finn ceased to exist.


“Clarke,” he said desperately.


They both stopped, but the man was the only one who turned around. He looked Finn up and down before glancing down at Clarke.


“Friend of yours?” the man asked.


Clarke looked up at him, but he couldn’t see the expression on her face because she was still mostly turned away. Finally, she turned to face him again.


“Bellamy, this is Finn. Finn, this is Bellamy,” Clarke said.


The man, Bellamy, nodded. “Hey,” he said casually.


It registered that Bellamy had no idea who Finn was to Clarke. Finn wouldn’t have expected someone he’d never met to recognize him on sight, but it appeared even his name didn’t ring a bell. Which could only mean Clarke didn’t talk about him.


He would like to think it was because what had happened between them was too painful to discuss. (He would never wish for Clarke to be in pain. Never. Except hurt was better than indifference.)


Finn's hopes were dashed when he looked to Clarke. Her expression was blank aside from the icy amusement in her gaze.


Like it was hilarious to watch him realize how little he mattered to her anymore. Like it was funny to see him understand she was done with him and he’d never have another chance with her ever again.


“Are you two done?” Bellamy asked.


Finn’s eyes snapped to him. “What?”


“Are you two done talking?” Bellamy asked more slowly, an eyebrow raised high. His tone implied he thought Finn was an idiot.


“Yes,” Clarke said firmly. Bellamy glanced at her, then looked back at Finn.


“Yeah,” Finn said sadly. “I guess we are.”


-


Bellamy watched him walk away, shoulders slumped and head down like he was the main character in some emo movie.


“God, what a fucking douchebag,” Bellamy snorted. Clarke laughed.


“And you pretended not to know who he was because…?” she asked leadingly.


“Because he needed to understand that he has no place in your life anymore. He’s irrelevant.”


Clarke's soft laughter was the only reward he needed. She smiled up at him.


"Raven's going to laugh herself sick."


"After she gets pissed that he had the audacity," Bellamy replied. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and she settled into his side as they moved toward the exit. "C'mon. Fermented grape juice and the bad decisions of very dead people are waiting for us."


"Oh, well, when you put it like that," Clarke replied, still visibly amused.


 

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