*Well this is the first time I am writing for the 100 (usually only do anime) and since I am waiting to binge watch the rest of the first and second season…don't be surprised to see oocness (my apologies), that and I kinda suck at keeping people in character. Don't own anything.

*AU because of the reason above and because I seem to like writing AUs.

*I've been toying with this for a while…sorta based on the show Revenge if anyone has seen it.

"Your hands can heal, your hands can bruise" (The Civil Wars)

It had been weeks since she last visited The Ark and she hated how he had ruined it for her. She used to frequent it often, way before he showed up. It was funny how despite that Finn had been the one to bring her there, she never considered it their place and instead she came to think about it as hers and Bellamy's place.

As she stepped inside the small old rustic café, a wave of nostalgia hit her. Normally, she would welcome the feeling but it physically hurt her because she had to realize that every moment with him was nothing but a lie. She thought that her mother and Finn almost destroyed her and just when she thought she was getting better, Bellamy came to finish her off, whatever was left of her anyways.

As soon as she entered, the workers recognized her and gave her a smile, to which she gave them a small smile back as she went to order. "What will it be this time?" Maya asked, a smile still on her face.

"Surprise me," Clarke smiled as she said her thanks and went to sit on one of the corner booths in the back, refusing to think about all the moments that Bellamy and her shared there. As soon as she sat down, she pulled a sketchbook from her bag, as well as pencil and started drawing what seemed to be a fire escape.

"So, where have you been? It's been a while since the gang has seen you," Maya asked as she put down Clarke's drink. Clarke looked up at Maya in surprise, pausing on her sketches and momentarily forgetting where she was.

"I've been kind of busy," she said sheepishly.

"Are you two fighting?" Maya asked.

"Who?"

"You and Bellamy?"

"…."

"It's okay. It really isn't my business but you know you can talk to me. I know you rather go talk to Raven or Octavia but you can always count on me," Maya smiled. "Enjoy," she said before she left to return to work, not waiting for Clarke to reply, which made her feel guilty. She hasn't seen anyone with the exception of Raven and that was because Raven is her roommate. Trying to shove the guilt away, she picked up the coffee and the aroma alone reminded her of him because he would always drink coffee. Damn him. She was so tempted to not drink it but she couldn't resist.

Damn him and his influence. Before he ever showed up, she would normally drink tea but he eventually convinced her to try coffee and she eventually ended up liking it, both bitter and sweet. As she took the first sip, she frowned, not because of the taste but because out of all the types of coffee, Maya had to make her his favorite, a caramel latte. When he first told her his favorite drink, she found it hard to believe that he would pick one of the most sugared coffees. Clarke figured that he would drink his coffee black and he usually did but his weakness was the caramel latte.

Clarke sighed in contentment as she slowly finished her coffee. She could hardly taste the coffee because of all the sugar and caramel but she could really care less because in that moment she pretended that things with Bellamy were fine, that he didn't break her heart, that every moment they spent together wasn't a lie because as she sipped her coffee, she remembered all their dates that they had in the small café. In that moment, she almost believed that nothing had changed between them, that she never found out that he was just using her.

Finishing her cup of coffee, Clarke blocked all thoughts of Bellamy and worked on her sketch for a little longer, finishing it not long after. Maya offered her another cup but Clarke declined, saying that she needed to leave since she had errands to run. As Clarke was exiting the café, waving at everyone goodbye (not paying for the cup of coffee because Maya insisted), she ran into someone. Strong arms held her upright, his callused hands burning her hips, the smell of guaiacum wood, lemon and spice overpowering her senses. She didn't have to look up to know it was him because she had memorized his touch and his smell.

"Princess…"

She flinched slightly at the nickname.

"Don't call me that," she said through gritted teeth as she shoved him away, refusing to look him in the eyes. "Excuse me," Clarke said as Bellamy took the hint and let her exit.

Bellamy spent a good hour deciding whether or not to get a cup of coffee at The Ark. It had been weeks since he had grabbed a cup of coffee there. He had been avoiding the place ever since the big confrontation between his prin—Clarke and him. He didn't know if she would go there even though she was the one who first went there. For the past few weeks he ended getting his coffee elsewhere because he didn't know what he could possibly say to her if he ran into her by chance. Though Clarke never officially said 'it's over' but 'the stay away from me' could easily have been translated as 'it's over'.

Bellamy sighed as he opened the door to The Ark, catching someone as he did so. If the smell of her vanilla raspberry shampoo wasn't an indication of who she was, then the way his hands burned when he grabbed her to steady her definitely made him realize it was Clarke.

He couldn't help the princess that rolled off his tongue and he inwardly flinched when she flinched at the nickname. He hated how much she hated him.

He was supposed to hate her, yet in the time he pretended to like her, he actually ended up liking her. Of course ending up liking her didn't change his original intention but somehow in some messed up way, he hoped he didn't have to give up one girl that had actually made him feel in the longest time.

His messed up fantasy never came true because she ended up finding out the truth and now she despised him. How could she not despise him, he manipulated her into helping him send her mother to prison.

~Not the best at grammar, I apologize.

~Please review? I'm not sure if I should continue this or not… I just love Bellarke so much and wanted to write something else than the fandom I usually write in.

~If I do continue, don't really expect regular updates….