Hey there awesome nerds!

I decided to embark on an adventure and write a Bellarke AU. I'll keep working on "Seven Step Plan", but I was writting this story on the side and loved it to much.

Hope you like it!


Chapter 1

Clarke blinked has the light flickered again. She tried find a more comfortable position, but the plastic chair just made a loud sound and remained has uncomfortable as ever.

Sighting, the girl watched her reflexion. Her hair was a mess, her blue orbs were wild with big black bags under it and her skin was pale. But what really caught her attention was the red stain on her cheek.

Clarke quickly looked down and almost cried ate the sight of her bloody hands. This had to be a nightmare. She was in her bed and would wake up soon, finding out that the last few hours - no! -, the last months had been a cruel prank by her subconscious.

The door clicked open as she was furiously trying to find a clean tissue in her pockets and inspector Anya Woods walked in.

She sat down without a word and started going through her files. Clarke nervously watched her for a while, but the woman kept in silence apart from the occasional hum.

When the girl was about to scream at her, inspector Woods finally shifted in her seat and looked at Clarke.

"Good morning, Clarke. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting for so long." Clarke nodded like she hadn't been waiting for 4 hours in that small and stinky interrogation room. "Do you want to something to eat or drink?"

"I just want to know how are my friends."

"We'll get to that. I just need to answer a few questions if you don't mind."

Like I had another option. "Sure. Anything you need." the inspector smiled in approval.

"Very well. Let's get started." She looked at her papers again. "So, you are a student ate Arkadia High School."

"Yes. I'm a senior." Clarke supplied.

"Finn Collins and Bellamy Blake were your classmates then." The girl tried to ignore the use of the verb in the past and confirmed.

"Yes."

"Did you share many classes with them?" Clarke looked confused at her. How was this relevant? Anya noticed her hesitation and looked up, urging her to answer.

"Some of them. I have History and English with Bellamy and Biology with Finn." Anya nodded. This wasn't news for her, of course. Clarke knew that she had spent the last 4 hours studying her life.

"And extra-curricular activities?" Clarke didn't answer and Anya, after a while, sighted, pushing the files away and facing her.

"You are obviously a smart girl, Clarke. The best GPA in school, getting accepted into the top colleges in the country and the long life goal of becoming a doctor." Clarke shifted in her seat. "I know all that because the files tell me all that. What I really want to know isn't in any file. What I want to know is what really happened tonight." Anya placed her hands on the table and linked her fingers together, watching Clarke like a hawk. "All your friends are talking, but there are blank spaces in their stories. Only you can fill them. If you don't do that, I can't help you." Clarke sighted in defeat.

"What do you need to know?" Anya smiled, pleased with her answer.

"What was really your relationship with Finn Collins?"

"We dated for while."

"Two years is not a while. Is a commitment." Clarke snickered.

"Finn doesn't know what that word means."

"And Bellamy Blake did?" Clarke fell herself blush under Anya's eyes.

"That's different."

"How so?" Suddenly Clarke felt angry at the inspector's tone. Who was this woman to judge her? To judge any of them?

"Do you wanna know the true story?" Anya noticed the change in Clarke's voice and posture and just nodded. Hell, if the girl wanted to talk, she would let her talk. "Then get comfortable. We'll have to go back to last year."


"Have you seen Finn?" Roma looked at Clarke with drunken eyes and pointed at the top floor of the house before resuming her flirting with Atom.

Without questioning her again - she was the host, she was supposed to know where her guests where, right? - , Clarke started climbing the stairs, anxious to get to her boyfriend.

Tonight was the night. They had been dating for two years and Clarke finally felt it was time for their relationship to get to the next stage.

She wasn't a virgin anymore. Not since she was 15 and thought that summer romances were the best thing that could happen to her.

Wells Jaha was nice and polite and they were the power couple at the summer camp. It felt right and good, until Clarke came back home and realized she wouldn't been seeing Wells for a year.

Her friends tried to cheer her up and worked for while. Then Wells coldly informed her that he wouldn't go back to camp next summer and they should remain only friends - he had fun, but that was it.

Clarke cried herself to sleep for about a month. She felt used and dirty. All she could think was how her sweet summer romance had turned into a nightmare. It was when her mother finally noticed her lack of appetite and tiredness and had a heart to heart with her.

When spring break came to an end, Clarke was introduced to Finn by her best friend Gina. He was sweet, popular, cute and funny, always ready to help his friends. Clarke slowly fell for him and they started dating.

Finn had been very understanding of her fear to give herself to him. So now, after two years, Clarke decided to finally end his misery.

She practically skipped through the hall, checking all rooms and looking for her boyfriend. On the third door - the third one is the charm - she caught a couple half undressed, making out on the bed. She gasped in surprise and started closing the door, trying to avoid looking at the duo.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to -" That's when a familiar jacked caught her eye. It was a sports jacket supporting the Arkadia High' colors - green and black - with The name Collins was engraved on the back.

Clarke opened the door again and finally looked at the couple in the bed.

They were staring at her, shocked, and had yet to make a move for their clothes.

Finn and Gina. Her boyfriend and her best friend.

"Clarke, I-" Hearing her boyfriend's voice, the girl felt her blood boil with anger. How could they do that to her? How could break her trust and her heart? They both knew how much she had suffered and how her heart had been broken into a million pieces.

"You little piece of shit! How could you?" her screams seemed to call Finn to reality. He jumped off Gina and moved to her. "Don't you fucking touch me! You disgust me! You lying cheating piece off cheat!" She turned and pointed a finger to her best friend. "And you! I trusted you! We've friends since we were children and you betrayed me!"

Gina rolled her eyes and sat on the bed. Her usually warm smile was twisted in disdain and, for a moment, Clarke wondered if she ever knew the real Gina.

"Oh c'mon, Clarke. You leave the guy high and dry for two years. What did you expect?"

"I expected a little decency!"

"Maybe if the wait had been worth, if you weren't so plain and boring. Clarke Griffin, the miss perfect. You're just a pathetic know-it-all." Without thinking, Clarke two strikes and slapped Gina.

"I rather be plain and boring than be a slut." Her former friend stared at her, a hand in her right cheek and brown eyes widened in shock. Finn grabbed Clarke's arm.

"Clarke, stop! What are you doing?"

Clarke pulled her arm and shoved him in the chest. "Don't you dare touch me again! Don't dare! You fucking disgusting cheater!"

Her eyes filled with tears. "I hate you!" In a swift, but bold, move, Clarke grabbed their clothes from the floor and ran out of the room.

"Clarke! What are you doing?" She could her ex-boyfriend running after her, but she didn't stop. She jumped the last three stairs and opened the front door, going out to the pouring rain.

Clarke stopped in the front garden and turned, finding Finn, with his chest bare and his pants' button undone, and some of her classmates staring at her. "I want everyone to know the rotten and nasty person that you are, Finn Collins. You and Gina deserve each other. The cheating bastard and the slutty backstabbing friend. I wish you happiness." With that, she dropped their clothes in the mud - Clarke, don't! - and pressed them with her feet. Feeling quite pleased with her vengeance, Clarke looked up, finding Gina watching everything from the window. She was too dumbfounded to even bother to cover her bare chest.

Clarke gave her a spiteful grin. "Who's plain and boring now, bitch?" She then started walking away, finally letting the tears fall freely down her face.


Clarke wandered aimlessly under the rain until she reached the town square.

It was a friday night and most of Arkadia habitants were tucked in the safety of their homes. A few stranglers looked at Clarke like she was insane. When she was dressing for the party, the girl opted for a blue tank top that matched her eyes and, because it was only September and was still warm outside, her jacket had been left at home. Her umbrella was carelessly forgotten at the party and she was now completely soaked.

The anger had now given place to grief and she had never felt more alone. Despite being well know at school and with a few people to call friends, Clarke only felt comfortable sharing her inner feelings with Gina. The girls had met in middle school and became fast friends. Her former friend would sleep at her place often and even called her mother aunt Abby. Clarke let out a shocked sob. How could she had done that to her?

"Clarke?" The voice pulled her out of her thoughts. There was a girl there, not a lot younger than her, holding a yellow umbrella and with a soft smile in her lips. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." Clarke tried to wipe her face and cleared her throat.

"You didn't. How can I help you...?"

"Oh, right. I'm Octavia Blake. I'm a freshman at Arkadia. I know you because... Well, everyone just knows you." Octavia shifted in her feet under Clarke's curious gaze. "I was at Roma's party. I saw what happened." Clarke let her head fall and felt her cheeks heat with shame.

"Oh. You saw that."

"Well, everyone kind of did. You were awesome." Octavia chuckled. A sob escaped Clarke and she felt Octavia's soft hand on her shoulder. "He doesn't deserve your tears. Finn Collins is an idiot."

"How can you possible know that?"

"Because I know. And he may or may not been hitting on me since school started." Clarke's head snapped up and Octavia sighted. "I've known he's an idiot for a long time, but right know I'm completely sure he's the biggest asshole on Earth. Not Arkadia, Earth" Clarke let out a small chuckle and the girl squeezed her shoulder. "That's progress. The way I see it you have three options: you can mope and let those two cheating bastards win or you can come back stronger than ever and shove it in their face."

"What's the third option?" Octavia smiled and offered her hand.

"You can come with me, get drunk and then come back stronger than ever." Clarke considered for a minute. She had told her mother she would be at Roma's house and she would be sleeping at Gina's. Abby was not expecting her to be home in morning, not even for lunch.

She finally grabbed Octavia's hand and got up. "Where are we going?"

"The Dropship."

"Can we even get in?"

"You can if you know my brother and his friends." Octavia winked and pulled Clarke under the umbrella, before starting to walk in the bar's direction.


"So, you just went with girl, which you didn't know, to a bar?" Clarke shrugged.

"It seemed like a good ideia."

"And the name Blake didn't tell you anything?" Anya questioned.

"It's a common name."

"Octavia isn't." Clarke smiled fondly thinking about her friend.

"Well, Octavia doesn't do common." The inspector gave her a pointed looked. "Look, I was hurting, cold and lonely. I didn't make the connection right away." Anya scribbled something in her notebook and then looked at Clarke again.

"So you went to the bar to get a drink - despite you girls being underage - and to meet a bunch of delinquents." Clarke rolled her eyes.

"They aren't delinquents." Anya snickered.

"Why don't you try to convince me otherwise?"


So, here it is. The first chapter.

It has been brought to my attention that my English isn't perfect. It's not my native language and sometimes it's hard for me to get it right. I read and reread my chapters before I post them, but sometimes I miss things.

Does anyone want to beta my stories? I would love to have some help. I usually like to have fans of the shows and ships help me and I also take in consideration their input.

Thank you so much.

Love,

Jane