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Bellamy pulled up to their next location, parking the bike on the curb. Clarke swung her leg over but lost her balance on a patch of uneven ground. She flinched and clenched her eyes shut waiting for impact but was surprised when instead she felt a firm grip on her waist, pulling her up and closer.
Clarke gasped when she opened her eyes to find her face only inches from Bellamy. She could feel his breath on her face and blushed fiercely when his gaze traveled to her lips for the second time that night.
“Careful Princess.” He whispered, squeezing her hip before releasing his grip.
Clarke took a step back one arm wrapped around herself giving him a nervous smile. “Thanks.”
They both looked to the building before them and Clarke swallowed nervously when she saw the flashing tattoo sign.
“What happens if I bail?” she asked quickly looking up to Bellamy.
“You lose everything you’ve already made.” He replied, watching her face closely.
Clarke internally screamed. Look what you got yourself into!
“My mom would kill me.” She looked up to the sky taking a deep breath.
“What do you wanna do?” Bellamy asked her. She looked back to him again seeing a look of understanding, but also encouragement. Like he knew she could do it. Clarke took another deep breath before making her way into the shop, Bellamy following close behind her.
As they entered they both glanced around. The ceiling was decorated in Christmas lights that had a pretty glow and there were cases of jewelry and pipes along the walls. As they looked around, their eyes met each others and Clarke smiled shyly at him. Bellamy with a slight smirk on his face.
Clarkes phone buzzed and she looked down nervously.
Let Bellamy choose your tattoo. $5,000.
Clarke showed him and they made their way over to a book filled with tattoo designs on the counter.
“No dragons, or clowns. No knives.” Clarke started listing off nervously as Bellamy flipped through the pages.
“What about panthers in tornados?” Bellamy asked, a tone of humor to his words.
Clarke had her face resting in her hand and glanced up at him trying not to laugh. “No.”
“No?” Bellamy chuckled.
“No!” Clarke laughed outright this time.
One of the artists got their attention, overhearing their conversation. “How about this?” he asked, pointing to his arm. “Just a tattoo of my dad?”
Bellamy looked back to Clarke biting his lips to contain his laughter as the man continued “He’s a good looking guy. Gorgeous. Really.”
Clarke chuckled again resting her hand on her forehead in defeat.
Bellamy paused after flipping to another page of lost hopes, when an idea struck him.
“Okay, hold on, hold on.” He reached over and grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil. “I have an idea.”
He leaned over and started scratching out a design, hiding it from her view with a big smile on his face.
“You’re gonna draw it?! No!” Clarke gasped as she reached for his hand while he shushed her.
He batted her hands away lightly, laughing. “Hey, back off. Okay.”
He took another moment to look at his work before going over to the artist showing him the piece of paper. Clarke watched nervously, staying in her seat at the counter.
“Can you do something kind of like this, but ya know, less shitty?” Bellamy asked, excitement in his voice.
The man looked to the image and laughed “yaaas!” he said laughing again looking to Clarke.
“I’m laughing because its good.” The artist said still chuckling.
“You guys, come one!” Clarke scolded nervously twisting her hair.
Bellamy looked to her smiling. “You have to trust me. That’s the whole point Princess.”
“Gotta trust me.” The tattoo artist stated as well.
Bellamy laughed again resting his arm on the mans shoulder. “And Dirt Beard.”
Clarke got up making her way over to the chair and sat down, stomach in knots. She told the artist she wanted it on her shoulder blade and turned around so he would have access to the area.
After he had cleaned her skin, she heard the buzzing of the gun start, and tensed up.
“Oowww.” She complained as the needle pierced her skin.
After a few minutes Clarke wanted to be done. “Okay, okay, you can stop now.”
Clenching her teeth together she hissed as she felt the pain again. “It said it didn’t have to be any bigger than a quarter. This definitely feels bigger than a quarter.”
“You’re doing great. It’s almost done.” Bellamy encouraged as he filmed her progress, glancing at her face twisted in discomfort.
“No, nope.” She continued to babble. “You know what, wherever we’re at, we can just Sto- ow ow ow ow.”
The tattoo artist paused giving her a moment of relief. “We’re almost done. I’m just finishing the “y” in daddy.” He stated in a perfectly serious tone.
Before he could start again Clarke glanced back looking to Bellamy in horror. “What?!”
Bellamy smiled holding his hand up to her “Hey, no. Don’t. He’s just kidding. Don’t listen to him.”
“I really don’t like this anymore.” Clarke whined again as the buzzing started again.
Bellamy glanced behind him to the ipad that was hooked to the sound system. In a moment of inspiration, he quickly typed in the name of a song hoping that it might give Clarke a bit of a distraction.
Once he hit play the song changed and the familiar tune of Wu-Tang began to play, and Bellamy looked back to Clarke, finding her already looking to him with a grateful smile as he began recording her again.
As the music began to play Clarke started to sing along. Bellamy smiling as she did.
Dolla dolla bill y'all
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
At second hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way, I -
Clarke stopped, getting tongue tied, and started laughing slightly when she saw Bellamy recording her from the front, so she could put on a little concert for the watchers.
“Rockin that gold tooth.” Bellamy sang back to her bobbing his head making her laugh more.
“Stop.” she scolded, but the smile stayed on her face. “Ow.” She flinched slightly.
“Wu-Tang fan, huh?” Bellamy asked sitting in the seat next to her.
“Yeah.” Clarke looked down sadly before shaking it off and looking back to him. “My dad was a big fan. Played it around the house a lot.” She smiled softly at the memory.
“Oh yeah? He must be a pretty cool guy.” Bellamy stated.
“Uh, yeah. He was.” Clarke looked away again, mind drifting slightly, pain clouding her eyes that had nothing to do with the needle piercing her skin.
She noticed the concerned look on Bellamy’s face and continued. “He died right before I started high school.”
“I’m sorry.” Bellamy replied softly. “What happened?”
Clarke tensed slightly. It wasn’t something she liked to think about, but when she looked and saw the comforting look on his face, she took a deep breath.
“It was a car accident. We were on our way home from a movie that I had been wanting to see. Drunk driver ran a light and hit the driver’s side.” Her voice shook a little, but she continued, not missing the way Bellamy’s jaw clenched slightly.
“He died on impact. I didn’t know that at the time. I found out when I woke up in the hospital. My mom works there and was sitting with me. I didn’t even have to ask. The look on her face was enough of an explanation. It’s weird to think that I’ll be leaving for college and he won’t be there.” Clarke cleared her throat and fluttered her eyes quickly fighting back the tears she could feel burning her eyes.
Bellamy just watched her, wanting to pull her into a hug. He knew what it was like to lose a parent.
“Ouch!” Clarke exclaimed again, though this time she was happy for it.
“Hey, stay with me.” Bellamy soothed, reaching forward to grab her hand, squeezing tightly.
Clarke shivered from the heat of his hand on hers. She smiled at him again “he would laugh so hard if he knew I was getting a tattoo right now.”
Clarke looked away again but could feel Bellamy’s gaze burning into her skin. Before he could say anything, they were interrupted.
“Boom! Done! You go to that mirror and celebrate my work.” The tattoo artist gestured to the mirror on the wall.
Clarke jumped up from the seat with nervous excitement and turned as she came to the mirror. He eyes widened as she made eye contact with Bellamy through the reflection. He was looking at her intensely and she felt herself blush.
“A lighthouse?” she asked softly.
“I was once told that a lighthouse represents the thing you want most. So, whatever that is,” he never broke her gaze, “I hope you get it.”
Clarke felt her cheeks grow warm as she turned to look directly in his eyes. “Thank you. I love it.”
The smile that overtook Bellamy’s face made Clarke smile with him. It reached his eyes and he looked so happy in that moment.
Monty sat on the hood of his car, laptop open and phone to his ear.
“Hey! What up Jedi!? We miss you down here at the cloud”
“Hey, yeah hi.” He replied. “You’re watching Nerve right?”
“Yeah man, we all are.”
“Alright, well, I’m trying to find out more about this Bellamy guy.”
“He’s playing with your little girlfriend C right? Could be you, but you playin.”
“Alright yes, I know, but I’m looking at his profile and I can find anything.”
“Did you try Google?”
Monty rolled his eyes at the sarcastic tone. “Uh, yeah I tried google.” Voice dripping with his own sarcasm in return.
“Well he’s a ghost then.”
Monty pinched his nose in frustration. “Look,” he started hesitantly, “I need a ticket to Aruba.”
There was a brief pause on the line. “No man, not happening, you’re not ready for that shit. You’re gonna mess up my ratings.”
Monty huffed in annoyance. “I’m not gonna mess up your ratings. I’m not going to buy guns or anything. Please. I’m just worried about my friend.”
There was another brief pause followed by a deep breath. “Alright fine. I’ll send you a passkey. Just be careful and don’t mess with my ratings.”
“Alright. Thank you.” Monty jumped back in his car and waited for the message to come through. He didn’t trust this Bellamy guy and he was determined to find something.
Lexa looked over Ravens shoulder to see where her standing was and smiled seeing her name towards the top. She almost turned away when she saw Clarkes tag creeping up behind her.
“How many followers does she have now?” Lexa almost whined.
Raved glanced at Lexa from the corner of her eye. “To be fair, you did tell her to take a risk.”
“This is not what I meant Ray.” She growled, and she stormed away. She paused and looked back to Raven with a scowl on her face. “This is ridiculous.”
Lexa turned back and stormed through the apartment and the crowd of people. She was going to rectify this situation.
As Bellamy and Clarke made their way out of the shop, Bellamy’s phone pinged, and he paused to check it.
Can you trust C?
“Ahh, they’re asking if I can trust you. Can I?” he smiled down and her and Clarke laughed.
“I have the perfect tattoo for you.” She almost giggled as she grabbed hold of his arm to drag him back in.
Bellamy laughed out fully, as she started to pull him back but stopped again when his phone signaled another message.
“Wait, wait, wait it’s not a tattoo dare.”
“What is it?” Clarke asked curiously.
“It just says go to Park and 25th.” He looked over to Clarke and raised an eyebrow. “You comin?”
Clarke eyed him up and down as if she was considering saying no, and nodded, leading the way back out to his bike.
As she climbed on behind him so smiled to herself and placed both hands on his back before sliding them slowly around his side and resting them on his abs, squeezing tightly and digging her nails in slightly. She smirked when she felt his breath hitch but then squeaked when she felt him squeeze high up on her thigh.
“Careful Princess. Don’t start something you can’t finish.” His voice seemed lower and rougher than before and Clarke shivered as he started his bike and headed toward their next location.
Monty followed the link to Aruba and looked for the search bar in the dark web. He typed in Bellamy’s name followed by Nerve and motorcycle and let the internet do the rest.
He scrolled through the search results but stopped when one caught his eye.
This dude could win!
Underneath was a gif of Bellamy on a stolen motorcycle.
“What?” Monty murmured to himself before two more posts caught his eye.
I can’t believe he’s playing again this year… after what happened in Seattle.
Seattle was HECTIC!
Beneath that was another gif of Bellamy hanging from what looked to be the top of a construction crane.
“Bellamy’s played before?” Monty grabbed his phone and tried calling Clarke but only heard her voicemail.
He started his car again desperate to find Clarke and tell her before something bad happened. He didn’t have a good feeling about this.
Bellamy and Clarke stood by the Bike on the corner as they waited for the next dare. Just as he was about to say something his phone pinged.
“Here we go.” Pulling his phone of his pocket he was a little disappointed when he read the dare. It seemed to easy.
“Get to 60 MPH. That’s it.” He glanced at Clarke and noticed the same look on her face.
“Okay?” she was just as confused.
“Alright, easy one. Let’s do this.” He had barely turned around when his phone went off again.
Clarke glanced down and her eyes widened and looked at Bellamy’s nervous expression. “What did that say?” She was convinced this had to be a joke.
Bellamy hung his head, groaning, before holding his phone up for Clarke to read.
Get to 60MPH. Blindfolded. $10,000.
“Blindfolded?!” Clarkes voice filled with skepticism. This had to be a joke. No one was that stupid. “On the motorcycle?”
“Yeah.” Bellamy replied hesitantly.
Clarke leaned back holding her hands up in defeat. “You’re on your own with that one.” She turned towards the bike to grab her things.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, come on.” Bellamy pleaded. “I need to you help me navigate.” He looked at her hopefully.
Clarke looked at him like he was crazy. “There is no way in hell that I’m doing that. I’m sorry, I’m out.” Even though she knew it was crazy, she still felt guilty and the look on Bellamy’s face wasn’t helping.
“Look, thank you for tonight. I had a lot of fun. Got a new dress. But, uh, I’m good.” Clarke wished it was something else. She didn’t want to have to leave him yet.
“Stay.” Bellamy held her eyes hoping to convince her. “Let’s see what else happens.”
Clarke started to respond but never got the words out as a truck pulled up to them, bass booming, and a guy with long brown hair jumped out, handing her a sticker that said, New York F***ING CITY.
“Hey, C. Big fan of your work. Can you hold this up for me?”
Clarke held it in front of her as the guys took a picture with his phone. She didn’t notice the hard look Bellamy was giving him.
“Great.” He said jumping back in his truck. “Hey Bellamy. See you in the finals.”
Clarke looked over to Bellamy giving him a confused look and he rolled his eyes and looked away, clenching his jaw hard.
“Who was that guy?”
Bellamy looked to her with a guarded expression before smiling like it was nothing. “I don’t know. Just another player.”
He sighed looking back at her. “Come on Clarke.” She inhaled sharply when he said her name. “Do this with me. Please? I need you.”
Clarke bit her bottom lip wanting so badly to say yes.
“You’d be in control.” His eyes were intense and Clarke though she was going to be set on fire. “Say yes. Just say yes.”
Clarke looked away closing her eyes before deciding. She looked back to him and reached her hand out. Bellamy looked to her hand then back to her face before handing her the helmet.
“Brave Princess.” He murmured. Smirk that she was coming to love on his face.
Yup. She thought. I am completely insane.
Rave watched on, amused as Jasper attempted to win a beer pong. He was horrible. She looked to her phone when a notification for Clarke popped. Opening it her eyes went wide. “No fucking way.”
Raven made her way through the crowd, pushing people aside. “Lexa!” she called waving her over to the tv.
“What? What’s going on?” she asked confused.
Raven gave her a concerned look, hooking her phone to the tv. “You’re not going to believe this.”
Once she had everything connected the pulled up the notification and live feed on the screen.
Reach 60MPH. Blindfolded $10,000.
“What? Are you kidding me?” Lexa waited for someone to tell her it wasn’t true. That someone was just pulling her leg, but no one did.
Everyone at the party gather around the tv. Lexa couldn’t believe it. There was no way.
Bellamy came to a stop at a red light where there was one long stretch of road. It being New York, meant the traffic wasn’t light. Even this late.
Clarke held on to Bellamy’s waist tight and she took a shaky breath in as they waited for the light to change.
Bellamy placed the sticker over the vizor of his helmet before calling back to Clarke.
“You ready?” his voice shook slightly but she could tell he was trying to hide it from her.
“Yeah.” She said back quietly. Her throat suddenly felt like sandpaper.
Bellamy took a deep breath willing his nerves away and waited for Clarke to give him the green light. “Alright Princess. Remember, you’re my eyes.”
As the light changed Clarke swallowed. “Okay, green.”
“Hold on.” Bellamy called back as he started forward. Not being able to see made this harder than he thought, and the bike wobbled slightly causing Clarke to squeak.
“You okay?” he asked, voice calm.
“Yeah.” She responded quickly, voice cracking.
“Alright. Just keep your eyes open.”
“Okay, okay.” She sounded close to tears.
“Hey, I know you’re scared. But you’ve gotta talk to me Princess.” He called back, trying to sooth her. This wasn’t going to work if she wasn’t calm.
“No, no, no, there’s a taxi to your right!” Clarkes words were blending together, and he was having a hard time understanding her.
“Right?” he asked, and he started to lean but stopped when she cried out and he heard someone yelling. Reacting quickly, he leaned left.
“No, to far! There’s a curb!” Clarke gripped his waist tight and leaned her body to the right and out of harm’s way.
“Okay, okay. Hey, I think that worked.” Bellamy encouraged her again. They were starting to find their groove. “Are we good?”
Clarke smiled as she realized that she could control the bike by moving them both. “Yeah!” she called out and he noticed that the tremor in her voice was gone. “That worked. So, just lean?”
“Yes, lean. Left or right. You are in control.” He smiled as he realized they might have a shot.
“Okay, speed up!”
“Yes ma’am.” Bellamy twisted his wrist and picked up the pace letting Clarke guide him.
As they picked up speed Bellamy waited for the next round of nerves, but found that neither of them seemed to be feeling it. “Alright, you’re doing great! We still good?”
“Yeah,” she called back, “the next light is, green!”
Clarke looked to the speedometer and found a 30 flashing back at her. “Alright. 30. We’re half way there! Next light is green!”
“Next light is-“ she hesitated as the light turned yellow.
“Come one Clarke. You’ve gotta talk to me.” He called to her again just as the light turned red.
“It’s green!” She yelled before grabbing his hand and on the gas and twisting his wrist. “Faster!”
She screamed as they passed through the intersection, but they were able to miss the cars. Clarke smiled but then gasped as she swerved them away from a taxi that had just pulled over.
“Woah! We good?” Bellamy knew he had to trust her, but he wanted to be sure she was okay.
Everyone at the party gasped and covered their faces as they blew through the red light. This was insane.
Monty stared in disbelief. “No no no no! Clarke what are you doing?!” he sighed in relief that they weren’t hit but his nerves were already shot.
“Alright, we’ve got this Princess. We still clear?”
“Still clear! Sixty seconds!” Clarke urged him faster.
As they made their way through the tunnel she glanced down again. They had 45 seconds and were only at 40MPH.
As they passed a large black van the door opened, and watchers were cheering them on. We love you!
“Love you too!” Bellamy called back trying to concentrate.
“Lets go!” Clarke yelled pumping up the gas again.
“56, 57, 58, 59, 60!” Clarke cried out. “We did it!”
“Wooo!” Bellamy cheered lifting his visor. His excitement didn’t last long when he realized then were approaching a building and going too fast to turn.
“OH SHIT! Hold on!” he yelled to Clarke, slamming on the breaks as hard as he could.
The breaks screeched in protest and Clarke buried her face into Belays back, willing the bike to stop.
As the bike slid to a stop they both sighed out in relief before jumping off the bike.
“I can’t believe we did that!” Clarke cried out jumping in excitement.
“Hell yes!” Bellamy yelled with her setting his helmet on the bike and turning to her. “You were amazing!”
Clarke smiled at him and leaned closer, resting her hands on his chest and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. As soon as she realized what she was doing she pulled back abruptly eyes wide.
Bellamy didn’t let her get far, wrapping one hand around her wrist and the other on the small of her back, he pulled her closer. He leaned in and captured her lips with his, tongue grazing her bottom lip.
Clarke gasped, and Bellamy used that to his advantage stoking her tongue with his. She moaned into his mouth as his hand left her wrist and traveled up to cup her jaw. He growled against her lips as he pulled her in tighter against him.
When they finally broke apart Clarke couldn’t stop smiling up at him and he gazed down at her, thumb stoking her cheek.
“Are you hungry at all?” He watched her face for any sign of regret but found none.
“Pizza?”
Bellamy smiled. “I was literally about to say pizza.”
He stoked her cheek and leaned in to press one more kiss to her lips before climbing on the bike. As they made their way towards pizza Clarke slowly rubbed her hand against his stomach. This day had taken a drastic turn from where it had started, and she found she was very okay with it.
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