"Right...I live here." Clarke said. Not a whole lot made sense to her right now. Logic wasn't prevailing. Her head hurt and she felt like she would be sick at any moment. She'd obviously drank way more than she could handle. She lost count of how much she'd had to drink. She was pretty sure he did too. It was not either of their faults that this had happened, so she couldn't blame him. She wasn't proud of what happened either, but they couldn't take it back. There wasn't much sense in dwelling on it now, but last night proved that neither of them had much sense anyway.
Part of her didn't want Bellamy to go. She wasn't quite sure why. It certainly would be less awkward if he wasn't here, but then she'd be alone. She didn't know if she wanted that either. There was just something about Bell amy that pulled her in. The way that things happened had not been what she wanted at all, especially with how messed up they both were. And then there was the fact that people who got involved with Clarke tended to die. Finn had loved her and he died. Lexa had feelings for her, and it had gotten her kiled. So anything she might have with Bellamy would be short lived.
"I'm not going to tell anyone." Clarke aaid. She didn't even really have friends here so who would she even tell? As Bellamy said she was off playing grounder. She had no idea what her own people thought about her anymore. She wasn't sure she wanted to know. "Just go get some sleep." She said, not even looking at him. She couldn't. "We'll talk about this later." Or never, that would be good. She just wanted to sleep for a week.