University Bellarke AU

Chapter 1- Moving Day

Hey guys! This is my new fic... enjoy!

In this fic, I have altered their ages slightly. (hope thats okay! :P)

Bellamy, Murphy and Miller are 21 years old.

Clarke, Raven, Jasper, Monty, Wells and Finn are 18.

Octavia is 17

Lincoln is 19.

Clarke.

"Where are you? And I'm so sorry, I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight." Clarke's favourite blink-182 song flowed through the speakers of her headphones on the drive to her new school. She watched the rain fall lazily to the concrete road, wishing she could be with anyone else. Especially her boyfriend, Finn and her best friend Wells. She would have loved that, being with the two people she loved most in the world.

Her mother had insisted on driving Clarke to her first day of college, much to Clarke's annoyance. She even would have preferred driving herself and taking her time to get to know her new roommate without her mother fussing around them and she couldn't bear the thought of the meal she knew her mother would insist on.

It's not that Clarke didn't love her mother, it was that Clarke didn't particularly like her mother. I mean, wasn't she the reason her father wasn't here on her "special" day? And why did she try so damn hard? Couldn't she just let it go?

Clarke's mother, Abby Griffin, pulled into the parking lot of the dorms Clarke would soon call home. She glanced over at Clarke and gave her an encouraging smile. Clarke gave a half-hearted smile in return and pulled her headphones out her ears, grabbing the backpack from the car floor and throwing it over her shoulder.

"Don't you want to grab a few boxes?" Abby asked when Clarke walked straight past her and into the foyer of the dorms.

"Nah, I want to go in first. Introduce myself." She replied briefly. Clarke scanned the door with her pass and walked into the foyer. A girl with flowing black hair walked past Clarke with a smug grin and a wink. Clarke looked at her confused, but the girl just laughed and was gone as quickly as she came. She watched the girl bounce down the road, her hair blowing in the wind behind her, with a skip in her step.

The building wasn't the cleanest, and it was in desperate need of some TLC. But Clarke found herself smiling at the broken down elevator and peeling wallpaper. It wasn't perfect. And that was perfect for Clarke. She'd spend her whole life with pristine living conditions and a perfectionist mother. This place didn't have either, and that pleased Clarke. As her mother was a doctor, you would expect Abby to occasionally miss cleaning days with busy work schedules, but no. Never. She got worse after Clarke's dad passed. Clarke wanted to spend her days locked in her room drawing for hours or blasting music so loud she couldn't hear herself think, but she was usually interrupted by Abby coming into her room with a hoover and a feather duster. Clarke was empathetic for her mother, but she was hurting too. She needed her mother in those soul destroying months. Not Dettol cleaning spray.

She started for the stairs, taking two at a time as she ran to the second floor, her mother (carrying a box full of Clarke's painting supplies) only a few steps behind her. Clarke was so eager to get to her dorm, and to start her new life, she didn't notice a hurtling blurry image come smacking into her on the second floor. Clarke lost her balance and began to fall from the impact but strong arms that were very obviously not her mothers, came out and grabbed her shoulders, steadying her. She looked up to the intruders face and was momentarily stunned. Woah.

Turned out the blurry image was a guy. And not just any guy. A seriously hot guy. He had tan olive toned skin and deep brown eyes that looked frantically at her. Scattered lazily across the strangers nose were freckles like constellations, which Clarke seriously enjoyed looking at. He had thick dark brown hair that had curled messily in the falling rain. Guilt spilled over her insides, making her feel sick to her stomach. She shouldn't be thinking these things, especially when she was dating Finn.

The stranger looked into Clarke's eyes for a moment, trying to catch his breath. Considering the speed he came hurtling down the stairs, she couldn't blame him for being out of breath. He looked behind Clarke where she guessed her mother was looking at him questioningly. He noticed his arms still touching Clarke's shoulders and quickly pulled them away.

"Sorry about that." The stranger spoke. His voice was different than she expected, it was soothing like honey, and deep like the river she and Wells used to play in as kids. She internally kicked herself.

"No problem." She replied easily and found her feet moving her involuntarily away from the beautiful stranger.

"Moving day?" he asked. She turned but realised the question wasn't directed towards her. Abby smiled at him and tucked a stray piece of hair out of her face, balancing the box on one arm. Clarke rolled her eyes, even her own mother was attracted to this guy.

"Yes. My daughter's." She explained. The boy looked to Clarke and gave her a half smile.

"Weird question, but have any of you lovely ladies seen a girl walk out of here? Black hair? Kinda short? Looks like she just got away with murder?" he directed the question at Clarke and she gave a secret smile. She thought instantly to the girl she'd past on the way into the dorms and felt weirdly obligated not to tell him what she'd seen. But the boy groaned at Clarke's smile and walked towards her.

"What direction did she go in?" He basically begged. "And what did she promise you to not to say anything?" Clarke laughed and his gaze softened.

"We saw a young girl walk past on our way in. She only looked a year or so younger than Clarke. She went in the direction of the coffee shop." Clarke's mother told him. The boy smiled at Clarke and turned to Abby.

"Thank you, mam. Sorry to bother you." He nodded politely at them and went to thunder down the stairs again.

"What did she take?" She called after him.

"Clarke!" Abby whispered at her angrily but she ignored her. The boy turned with a wicked grin on his face.

"My wallet and car keys. This won't end well." Clarke fought a smile and a tiny twinge of jealously. But she shut down that feeling almost instantly.

She turned to room 7B and placed her key into the slot.

"I'm Bellamy, we're neighbours." The boy said to the back of her head, but when she turned around again, he was gone.