With a gasp, Bellamy slammed down the phone, dread flooding through him. Clarke, his Clarke,was leaving. For Virginia. How could she do that? She couldn't do that. Not if he had anything to say about it.

Bellamy jumped up and ran out of his house. He sprinted down the road towards Clarke's house. Each step he took, a thousand different thoughts flew through his mind on how to convince Clarke to stay. He had to tell her how he felt.

With a long stride, he finally arrived at the familiar red door. Without a second thought, he opened it and entered.

"Bellamy?" Abby exclaimed in surprise, walking in from the kitchen.

"Abby, you can't go. Clarke can't go. You have to stay," he panted, winded from his run.

Abby looked at Bellamy, her eyes full of pity. "I'm sorry, Bellamy. But we already finalized the plans. Did your mom tell you?"

"Er… Sort of. But Abby, you have to stay, especially now. Clarke can't just leave like this!"

Abby frowned. "Like what, Bellamy?"

"I was such an awful friend, Abby. And I know Clarke will never forgive me, but I need her to." He knew Abby could hear the desperation in his voice, something that he normally would never let happen, but right now, all he cared about was making sure Clarke stayed in California.

Abby closed her eyes and sighed. "Bellamy, I don't know what you did, but believe me. Clarke will always forgive you. She loves you."

"Not anymore, Mrs. Griffin. Not now." Bellamy paused. "Can I please talk to her?"

"Bellamy, I don't know if that would be the best-"

"Please." Bellamy interrupted, his eyes pleading.

Abby sighed in resignation. "She's upstairs."

"Thank you." Bellamy said, before racing up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs, Bellamy turned right and proceeded down the hallway before coming to stop at Clarke's door. He paused at the memories that decorated it. On the top right corner were the remains of a sparkly sticker that Clarke had put up when she was eight. Bellamy had told her not to, that she would regret it when she was older, but she stared at him with those stubborn blue eyes and put it there anyway. He wondered when she tried to take it off and if he had anything to do with it. In the middle was a wooden sign that read "no boys allowed." Bellamy wondered how many times that rule had been broken. Until recent years, Bellamy was in Clarke's room all the time, hanging out with her and Octavia. Back when things were okay. But now that Bellamy thought about it, were things ever really "okay"?

He had always considered Clarke to be a close friend, even with all their fighting, but he never stopped to think that Clarke might not feel the same way. He got in fights with her to show he cared, but she fought to hide her hurt. And that was his mistake. His fatal flaw. He was so selfish. He never thought about anyone else. And it seemed that Clarke was the only one who could make him realize it. Once and for all, he needed to comfort Clarke and tell her how he really felt. He wanted to be a friend to her. Not the shitty type of friend he had been all his life, but a real friend.

A voice jolted Bellamy out of his pensive thoughts. "Are you going to come in or not?"

This was it. There was no turning back now. Time to face Clarke.

Bellamy pushed open the door slowly.

Clarke was sitting on her bed, wearing maroon hoodie and a pair of dark wash jeans. She faced the window, refusing to look up to see who had just entered.

"I figured you'd show up soon enough, Octavia."

"Erm." Bellamy cleared his throat awkwardly.

Clarke spun around in surprise and the pure disgust that filled Clarke's eyes made Bellamy step back.

"You." Clarke narrowed her eyes, getting up from her bed.

"Clarke, I can explain-"

"What makes you think you can walk into my room and start talking? What makes you think you deserve a single second of my time, Bellamy Blake?"

"I don't, Clarke," he said guiltily. "I don't deserve you at all. Clarke, I've been an awful friend-"

"That's just it, Bellamy!" Clarke interrupted again. "You haven't been a friend at all! You've been a bully." She took a step closer. "You've been the reason my self confidence has always been zero." Blue connected with brown. "I'm moving away and leaving my best friend because of you. And I want you to remember that. I want you to feel guilty for that." Clarke's voice dropped to a whisper, but Bellamy was so close that he heard her loud and clear. "Because it's all your fault."

Less than an inch separated the two teenagers. Their breath mingled as they stared, daring the other to look away first. And just like that, Bellamy dove forward and captured Clarke's lips with his. She stiffened in surprise, before softening and putting her hand on his chest. Bellamy poured everything into that kiss, every ounce of emotions he had. She tasted like the cheap spearmint gum that she couldn't stop chewing and he knew he tasted like cinnamon. He pulled her closer, without breaking the kiss. And for a moment, everything was okay. For the tiniest second, Clarke was his again. They stayed there in their little moment of peace, before reality suddenly dawned on Clarke and she pulled back abruptly, shoving Bellamy away from her.

"YOU ASS! I - I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU - GET OUT! NOW!"

Bellamy widened his eyes as he, too, realized what he had just done, and sprinted out of the room. Without pausing to say goodbye to Abby, he ran out of the door, back towards his house. Soon a stampede of thoughts and memories attacked him. But only one of them was clear. Ten minutes ago, when he held Clarke, he felt like everything was going to be alright. Too bad he'd probably never feel like that again.

AN-Sorry for the delay, YAY THEY KISSED! I dont' know how well I wrote that, but hope you liked it! Oh god, Bellamy, you messed up.

ANNOUNCEMENT! Okay, I need to know how you guys want the relationships written!

Do you want the love triangle between Raven, Finn, and Clarke

Do you want Finn and Raven to just be in their own relationship?

Or do you want them to just not have any romance involving Finn and Raven

Also! Do you want Jonty as a brotp or an OTP? (Meaning do you want them to be best friends or boyfriends?

or I could have them ambiguously gay? I don't know...

Please tell me suggestions or opinions in the reviews, they'll decide how the next couple of chapters are written!

THANKS!

song title is from the song 'Do I Wanna Know' by Arctic Monkeys