Clarke pressed her chin into her hand in boredom. Free periods were always a drag, especially when she had to play the third wheel with Octavia and Jasper. They had decided to spend the hour in the corner of the Starbucks in the high-street and Clarke found herself trapped at a tiny table in the corner beside the couple who were giggling softly and holding hands.

She sipped her coffee as she rolled her eyes. They were sweet, Jasper was nice guy and he was good for Octavia, she just wished they wouldn't be so coupley when there was no one else around for her to interact with. She winced at that.

She had used to spend her free periods with Wells, taking walks through the park, sitting in coffee shops or even sitting in the library reading. It didn't matter that they weren't talking; it was enough to be in one another's presence. Things were different now.

"Where's Monty?" Clarke finally asked as she watched Jasper flush bright pink at something Octavia had whispered to him; Clarke didn't want to know what it was.

"Monty?" Jasper squeaked and then cleared his throat, hastily taking a gulp of his drink. Octavia was beside herself next to him.

"Yes," Clarke said, irritated, "Isn't he usually on a free now?" Monty was Jasper's best friend; they had been friends almost as long as she and Octavia had. He was fun to be around, he would buy her packs of gum without her asking and they would share an eye roll or a fake gag whenever Octavia and Jasper got too touchy-feely in their presence.

"I don't know, why?" Jasper finally recovered himself.

"Just wondered, missed him," Clarke turned back to her mug and Octavia snorted to herself at a joke neither Clarke nor Jasper were in on. "What?"

"Don't let Bellamy hear you say that," She smirked, but even the sneer looked pretty on her. Clarke's stomach flipped.

"What?" She could feel her cheeks growing hot. How had Octavia figured it out so quickly? Clarke didn't even know her own feelings, not really, and yet apparently Octavia had picked up on them. Of course she had, the girl knew her like the back of her hand.

"He's very possessive," Octavia giggled and sucked her frappucino through the straw suggestively.

"Octavia!" Clarke's voice raised in pitch at her friend's behaviour, her words and the implications that they carried.

"Jasper, honey, would you mind getting me another drink?" Octavia stroked the boy's arm sweetly and his face turned pink at even the smallest signs of affection from her. God, Clarke thought, he was so whipped.

"You've still got some left,"

"Jas," She widened her eyes at Clarke, as if to convey the stupidity of boys and Clarke couldn't help but laugh, even though it were at poor Jasper's expense. He shot a quizzical look between the two girls but pushed his chair out and went to queue anyway. "Can't take a hint that one," Octavia rolled her eyes once Jasper was safely out of earshot. "I love him though," Her eyes lit up so sincerely that Clarke couldn't contain a smile. She was glad her friend was happy, God knew she deserved it.

"I know you do," She said softly. Octavia didn't seem to be listening.

"So tell me," She leant forward with her chin in her hands and a grin on her face. "What is the deal with you and Bells?" Clarke frowned.

"Nothing, at least, no more than usual. You know, him not caring about me for the past six years," She tried to ignore how bitter she sounded. She hoped Octavia would too.

"Oh please," Octavia flicked a strand of her dark hair over her shoulder, "I know Bells better than anyone, and do you know what he did when I asked him about you yesterday?"

"You asked him about me?!" Clarke gasped. "Why? Why would you do that, O?" Oh god, now Bellamy was going to think she was interested in him, and it would make everything so much more awkward when she visited Octavia or caught his eye around college. Octavia raised an eyebrow and Clarke realised she had said too much.

"Actually, he had a pretty similar reaction to you. He got flustered. Flustered! Bells never gets flustered, but he did for you, I'm pretty sure that means something," She smiled smugly, leaning back in her chair.

"It doesn't mean anything, O, we barely even kn-"

"You barely even know each other, right? That was his excuse too," Her blues eyes never left Clarke's, boring into her to draw out her true feelings. Just then, Jasper returned with another drink. Clarke didn't think she had ever been so happy to see the boy in her life.

"Whatever, Clarke," Octavia grinned, "I give it no more than a month before you're falling into each other's arms,"

"Who's falling into whose arms?" Jasper asked as he set the mug onto the table.

"Doesn't matter, sweetie," Octavia told him with a delicate kiss to his cheek.

The library buzzed with a quiet chatter and the exaggerated hushes of the librarian as she tried to shut them all up. Bellamy's eyes sought him out immediately. He was sat on his own, his head buried in a book. Bellamy took a deep breath in before he strode through the room to where Wells sat and slid easily into the seat opposite him.

"Hi," He said curtly and the boy looked up, shock registering on his face when he realised who it was.

"Hi..." Wells replied, his dark eyes narrowed beneath furrowed brows. Bellamy took another breath. This was a terrible idea, he told himself. "Can I help you?" Wells asked stiffly in the tone of someone who definitely, absolutely did not want to help you.

"Yeah," Bellamy shifted in his seat, "I want you to apologise to Clarke," Wells made a face somewhere between disdain and utter dislike.

"She was the one who pushed me, or didn't you see?" The boy spoke through gritted teeth and Bellamy looked down to see his fingers clenched around the book he had been reading. Bellamy raised an eyebrow, Wells didn't seem like the type of guy was easy to anger, but it was a special skill of Bellamy's that he could anger anyone.

"I don't mean about that," Bellamy snapped, though whether it was at Wells or the stupidity of his own idea he wasn't sure. He had decided to talk some sense into this kid, get him to stop bothering Clarke. He couldn't take back what he'd done, but maybe he could make it better. Bellamy just couldn't bear to see her crying again. Though now that he was sat there, it was apparent that he hadn't thought the plan through. "I mean, stop whispering about her all the time with that blonde chick, stop making her life a living hell,"

"Me? You know it hasn't been pleasant for me either!" Wells slammed the book down onto the table causing a few gasps from nearby students and gaining their attention. Let them look, Bellamy thought sourly, I don't mind having an audience. "Do you think it's easy to be shunned by the girl you love? Oh wait, you wouldn't know, seeing as all you ever do is screw them before you screw them up!"

Bellay stood up, his chair scraping loudly against the floor as he did so. He towered over Wells when he stood and his fists were clenched at his sides.

"Love," He spat at the boy, "That wasn't love what you did to her, that was betrayal,"

"What would you have done?" Wells stood up too, but Bellamy was still taller and he stepped closer to him menacingly. He was vaguely aware of the librarian scurrying over to hush them or send them out, but he didn't care. He was fuming with anger. Who the hell did this kid think he was? He didn't know anything about Bellamy, anything.

"I would have done anything it took to keep her happy, that's what love is," Bellamy breathed deeply to control his sudden rage.

"Love is doing the right thing," Wells stared up at him, his mouth a hard line, but it didn't have the effect he wanted it to. Bellamy supposed it was meant to be threatening, but it only made Bellamy want to punch him. The jaw was a good a place as any, he mused, or the nose. He wouldn't look so pretty then.

"Why do you even care?" Wells retorted, "Why do you give a damn about Clarke? I thought you didn't give a damn about anyone but yourself,"

"She's my sister's friend," Bellamy said before correcting himself, "She's my friend," Perhaps friend was an optimistic view but it didn't matter. Wells snorted.

"She doesn't even like you, she thinks you're an arrogant little -" Wells didn't have time to say anything else before Bellamy's fist had connected with his jaw and he stumbled backwards into the table. Audible gasps sounded and people had crowded round to see what was going on. The librarian had run over and was gripping Bellamy's arm.

"What's your name, young man? I'm going to have to report you to the head, this is absolutely not tolerable!" She squeaked but Bellamy shook her off. She was a tiny woman with front teeth that were too big for her mouth. Wells had stood up and was rubbing his jaw. It wasn't as hard a blow as Bellamy might have liked, but it would leave a bruise.

"You don't know anything about me, you don't know anything about her, not anymore," Bellamy whispered before he stepped around the librarian and elbowed his way through the little crowd. "Out of my way," He barked and they parted for him like the sea.

He left the library but he didn't stop walking once he was out of the doors, he kept going out of the college grounds and into the street, kicking a lamppost as he passed.

He didn't know what had come over him; it had just made him so angry the way Wells had talked about him, and about Clarke. About him and Clarke. Shit. He ran his hand through his hair and breathed out slowly, trying to rid himself of the anger as the breath passed his lips.

After a few deep exhales, he felt calmer. He even laughed. Wells had had a bad couple of days; still, Bellamy couldn't have cared if he tried.

A/N Poor old Wells, eh? Hope you like this chapter and thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed so far :) - J x