(Clarke POV)

"Ugh! What an asshole!"

She's lets out a frustrated cry as soon as the door is closed. She cannot believe that he thinks he can be so flippant with her one day and then overprotective or caring the next. He is such a dick. Clarke can't help it, she's livid. To the point where she's still berating Bellamy, only he can't hear her and she's really just talking to herself.

However, the muffled voices in the hall bring her attention back toward the hallway. Clarke's ready to stomp back out there when a knock sounds on her door.

"Bellamy just go away. I'd rather not have another fight."

There a cough, "um... Clarke, it's... Uh, Finn."

She squeaks out a surprised "Oh!" Immediately wondering how much he witnessed over the last few minutes. She hastily checks herself in the mirror and heads toward the door and can't keep her mind from recognizing that - God, this is going to be such a shit show.

Finn hadn't left her alone even one day since the incident, constantly telling her that she would come around if only she gave him a chance. Apparently, things weren't much better for Raven. He seemed to believe that he could get one of them to cave with sheer persistence. In the end, they both felt that things were coming to a head and Finn would have to be dealt with one way or another.

So, Raven and Clarke had decided it was time for an intervention (maybe a little payback) for Finn, purposely scheduling this "date" with the intention of confronting him and then walking out together. Exactly as it should be.

Raven would be meeting them at the restaurant after her shift ended. Clarke just hoped she wouldn't have to be alone with Finn too long. Now that her patience had been severely deteriorated by Bellamy, she knew that her temper would not hold up. Especially on a "date" with persistent, oblivious and shocking unrepentant ex that pulled her into an affair.

God, this was going to be such shit show.

Finn was smiling fondly at her when she opened the door and she plastered on her best "let's do this" smile.

They proceed through the first part of the evening, the cab ride and ordering dinner in an awkward silence, Finn's furtive gaze only making her more weary of this plan. Doubt is settling in with each passing moment. Why did I think this was a good idea? Why did I agree to this? I would rather be fighting with Bellamy than dealing with this shit.

The thought catches her off guard and she questions the truth only briefly before realizing that of course its true. He's wedged his way into heart alongside Octavia. But… she knows it's also different. Clarke is not oblivious to the tension surrounding their every interaction. The flirtatious and sometime salacious banter.

She's draw out of her thoughts when Finn lays a tentative hand on her own and then tries to weave his fingers through hers. Her eyes go wide and she immediately removes her hand from the table and places it safely in her lap. She moves the other one below too, just to be safe. He looks sheepish for a minute, mistaking her abhorrence for hesitance. "Clarke, I know we've only just started to rebuild our relationship but you can trust me. I would never do anything to hurt you."

Clarke can't help the bark of laughter that escapes her mouth. Shit show.

"Finn, you hurt me. Almost broke me but you didn't. But I think I should make a few things clear before this conversation continues… We are not rebuilding our relationship. In fact, I would prefer not to have any relationship, friendship or otherwise, with you after this evening."

He seems completely stunned by her words, like she couldn't possibly be serious. "Clarke, I love you. We're meant to be. Its only a matter of time before things go back to the way they were."

"See, Finn, that's where you're mistaken. I don't want to be with you. I was burned and I don't plan on being burned. In fact, the best thing that came out of our relationship is walking this way."

Right on queue, Raven plops down in the seat between Finn and Clarke, "Hey you crazy kids, what are you up to?"

Finn stammers for a minute before. "Raven, I wasn't expecting to see you tonight. I thought we were going to meet later this week to discuss… things."

"Oh we were, but Clarke and I got to talking… you know because we are friends and friends do that sometimes… and realized that you were just setting us up again. Waiting for one of us to forgive you. We decided to just kill two birds with one stone. I'm the stone."

"So, Finn, in short, we would like you to move on and let us do the same."

As her final farewell Raven drums her hands on the table, declaring "Badda bing, badda boom," stands, reaching her hand toward Clarke. A clear sign that it's time for them to go, together and united. Clarke lets Raven lead them out of the restaurant and onto the street.

As soon as they're outside, Clarke turns to Raven, "I thought we were aiming for intervention, not a mic drop."

"Well, you looked on the verge of homicidal when I walked in. So I decided to go with the shortened version. I think it got the point across."

As she says it, they both turn to see Finn frozen in place. Still sputtering to no one.

"Yes, it definitely." When they make eye contact, they can't contain their laughter.

They catch a cab home and decide that they've been through enough emotional turmoil for one evening. Both of them could use their rest.

Raven says her goodbyes and heads toward her apartment. Clarke's fishing through her purse for her keys when she hears the apartment door open behind her. She pretends like she hasn't though. Naturally, he has to get the last word.

"I told you he's a douche, princess." She feels a fire course through her briefly, but it dies quickly. Because really he's right and she just doesn't have the energy to fight with him right now. Instead, she chooses to ignore the comment and continues on her mission of getting to bed early.

"You could have called me to come get you. You didn't have to call Raven. I bet that was awkward." That does get under her skin though. The fact that he believes she would do anything to intentionally hurt one of her friends makes her want to cry and punch things simultaneously. Still, she's tired.

Without looking toward him, she responds, "Bellamy, I would have thought by now that you would have realized that I would do anything for the people I love and care about. Shockingly that includes you. I just wish you would stop thinking the worst of me."

Before she completely escapes she hears Bellamy's broken "Clarke."