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Clarke had been staring at the same damned problem on her paper for about ten minutes and absolutely nothing was happening in her brain.
She let out a sigh and let her pencil fall on her bed, running her fingers through her blonde locks.
Her phone beeped and she perked up, reaching for it. That perkiness died a bit when she realized that the text message she’d received was from an unknown number; 1 (470) 100-4823.
Leaving your number in library books is risky business.
“What the hell?”
She stared at the text in surprise, wondering when she’d ever left her phone number in any book.
Clarke thought back to freshmen year. That had been a scarring year. The amount of nudes she’d gotten from random numbers was absolutely horrifying.
blame my thirteen year old self
Ah, young and naive. Those were the days.
they were
How old are you now?
Clarke didn’t know how revealing the information would cause any harm, and she desperately needed a distraction from the equation-filled papers spread out on her bed, so she decided to reply and see where this conversation would go.
18 and you?
23.
wow youre old
Rude.
Clarke laughed at that.
blunt
You've had the same number for five years?
technically seven but five years ago it was spread around
Why?
Clarke paused, trying to remember why she’d done it.
idk i dont remember
worst choice of my though
sooo many dick pics
you're not gonna send me any are you?
Lmao, no.
what's your name?
Bellamy. Yours?
clarke
Nice to sorta meet you, princess.
princess?
You seem the type.
you dont even know me
True.
Are you still in high school?
ya graduating next month
You going to college?
mom would kill me if i dont
you in college?
Five years and counting.
how bad is it?
Has its ups and downs.
Never pick morning classes, as a morning person not even I could deal with it.
ewww morning people are the worst
i take like an hour to wake up and you guys are cheery as soon as you open your eyes
An hour? That's horrible.
im not even a person until ive had coffee
Coffee = college survival.
My friend used to mix it with energy drinks.
gross and unhealthy
energy drinks kill
College kills.
then why speed up the process?
Clarke let out a sigh as her stomach growled. Crawling out of bed, she slipped her phone into the pocket of her shorts and made her way down the stairs. The kitchen was calling her name, and thankfully, said kitchen had pizza.
She heard the soccer game blasting from the living room, but she knew her dad was most likely passed out.
In the kitchen, she opened the fridge, looking for the leftover pizza, only to find none.
“Dad,” she groaned.
Her father was a known pizza-stealer in this house. She should’ve known better.
Grabbing a bottled water from fridge, she headed back up the stairs and to her room. Settling on her bed, Clarke set her water on her nightstand worked on piling up all her homework and setting it on the corner of the bed, determined to get back to it later.
She uncapped her bottle and took a sip as she grabbed her phone from her pocket, unlocking the device with ease and reading over the two new texts she’d received just minutes before.
Good point.
What are you doing?
about to order some pizza
dad ate all the leftover pizza from yesterday and im starving
Pizza two days in a row?
pizza is life
Clarke exited her messages and pulled up the number for the nearest pizza place, pressing the call button. It took less than three rings for the person to answer, stating the company name and a greeting.
“Hello, I’d like to order 200 pizzas please,” she said sweetly.
It was quiet on the other end of the line for a second.
“Har har, you’re not funny, Clarke.”
She let out a laugh at Wells' tone. “Awe, come on, who accidentally adds in two zeroes and turns an order for two larges into two-hundred? There can only be one.”
“I’m hanging up now.”
“No! Wait, I actually want pizza! I’m starving, Wells.”
“Fine, whatever. The usual?”
“Yes, please. Cutest delivery boy included.”
“Bye.”
Clarke gasped in an exaggerated manner, but before she could actually say anything, Wells hung up. She deflated slightly, rolling her eyes.
“Of course.”
She opted for reading the text that had come in moments before.
Can't disagree. What are you getting?
roni sausage onions and jalapeno
No shit that's what I get + mushroom.
Clarke wrinkled her nose. Gross.
mushrooms are nasty though
i asked for the cutest delivery boy so lets see how that turns out
Oh, God, my sister does that.
You have to send me a pic.
of the pizza or the delivery boy?
Both.
lmao ok
do you live with you sister?
Yeah. She's the same age as you.
really? thats cool
soooo where did you find my #
Idk. Some sci-fi trash.
Clarke frowned. She’d never been a big fan of sci-fi, it wasn’t very appealing in the long run. She didn’t know how her number would’ve ended up in a sci-fi book in the first place. But then she remembered why her number was spread around so much and she rolled her eyes.
thats my bff for you
he put my # in practically every library in richmond
Richmond?
yeah??
That's where you live?
uuhh yeah??
Then how the hell did your number end up in Atlanta?
as in georgia??
Exactly as in Georgia.
wtf idk???
Clarke stared at the phone in confusion. She had no idea how her number could’ve ended up so far away from home, in a type of book she’d never even read. She’d only ever been to Atlanta one time and that was with… Wells. She let out a growl. The school trip. Of course Wells would keep up the number thing for as long as he could.
OH MY GOD
it was when i went on school trip through georgia
Your school did a field trip to Atlanta?
its a private school, as long as you pay they take you anywhere
Private school? See, I knew Princess suited you just fine.
Clarke rolled her eyes at that, but before she could answer, she heard the doorbell. She scrambled out of bed and for some money, practically falling down the stairs in her rush to get down there. She could not let her father get to that door first.
Lucky for her, he’d barely made his way out of the living room when she go to the foot of the stairs, blinking sleepily. She was quick to wave him off, and he was tired enough that he did it without question.
Once her dad was out of sight, Clarke opened the door, knowing that if he had even spotted the pizza box he would devour it all before she could touch it.
“Hey,” the delivery boy greeted, smiling.
“Hi.”
He was cute.
“You know, you caused quite the ruckus when you asked for the cutest one to deliver. There was a big fight about it.”
Clarke let out a laugh. “My intentions,” she assured, then, “I was actually expecting someone else.”
“Am I not cute enough?” The boy joked.
“No that’s not it,” Clarke assured, handing him the money as she spoke, “my friend works there.”
“Wells,” the boy laughed, “yeah he sent me here. I’m Atom, he wanted to make sure that you get the message; gtfo, you can’t take this on.”
Clarke rolled her eyes. “Thank you, it was nice meeting you.”
“You too,” the boy replied, sliding over the pie.
Closing the door, she made her way back up to her room, hoping her dad wouldn’t sniff out the pizza in her hands.
Once in her room, she set the pizza on the table and grabbed her phone.
whatever
i got my pizza
You got my pictures?
She complied, opening the pizza box and snapping a photo.
i didnt get a pic of the delivery boy
but i got the pizza pic
I'm disappointed.
relaxx
the pizza looks great
She sent him the photo and the proceeded to delete it from her Camera Roll.
You're making me want to get pizza too.
you should
Can't, I'm at work.
then why are you texting me?
Because it's a slow night and there's no one here.
what do you do?
Clarke grabbed a slice of pizza and reached for her computer, deciding it was a perfect time to catch up on her Queued up videos on Hulu.
Arrow more specifically, she still wasn’t fully caught on with the show’s season three and that was a huge no no.
Tonight I'm bartending.
tonight?
I've got multiple jobs.
Clarke thought over her next question carefully, wondering if Bellamy would get offended by it.
She decided to take a chance.
trying to prove you independence or seriously need the money?
It was a couple of minutes before she got her reply, and in those minutes not even Felicity’s beautiful self was enough of a distraction from the possibility of having offended this new stranger.
Seriously need the money.
Gotta take care of my sister.
Clarke knew the implied My parents are out of the picture in his text and decided to avoid the topic. She could always ask about it when she knew him better, if she got to know him better.
wow college, work, big brother duties
how do you manage?
Had to grow up fast. You kinda get used to it.
Hey, I have to go, rowdy college students just came in, my duties await.
alright then
goodnight
Goodnight, Princess.