NOTE: Thank you for all the reviews, follows and favs. I really appreciate the support and feedback. This chapter will switch POV a few times. I kinda like getting glimpses of each of their thoughts.

I also don't know when I'll update after this chapter. It may have to wait until next weekend.

Disclaimer: I do not own the 100. I just find the characters inspirational.

(Clarke POV)

She was so tired. It had been weeks since she got more than 3 hours of sleep at a time. Her schedule was jam packed already. The addition of applying and interviewing for residency programs was starting to make things even more complicated. In fact, Clarke had considered canceling her tutoring session with Octavia that night but still couldn't bring herself to do it.

Octavia seemed especially invested in their time together. Ever since her mother's passing and her brother's subsequent overbearing behavior, she hadn't been allowed the indepence she was craving. Honestly, she was pretty sure that Octavia didn't even need tutoring anymore. Every time they reviewed for anatomy, Octavia breezed through everything just so they could continue in their girls night. Clarke had begun confiding in the younger girl just as much as Octavia had in her. They were friends.

It's for this reason that she kept their tutoring sessions.

Clarke decided that Octavia could help her get some of her work done tonight - she could pretend to be her patient while Clarke diagnosed her. However, Clarke knew that she may have to coax Octavia into agreeing with her. So, she picked up a pizza and a dozen of Octavia's favorite cupcakes from the local bakery. Before entering her apartment, she knocked on the Blake's to inform Octavia she was home.

Bellamy answered the door, a slow smirk gracing his face once he saw her. "Need something Princess?"

(Bellamy POV)

"Is Octavia home?

"No."

He can see shock briefly register on Clarke's face, "when will she be back?"

"Later."

"Obviously," She huffs, "Where is she?"

"No where you need to concern yourself with."

Clarke's eyes narrow, "Actually I do need to concern myself with it since we we're supposed to have a tutoring session tonight."

"That's too bad, Princess. She's not gonna be back tonight so you'll be having girls night alone."

"Is she ok? Is she hurt? It's not like her to bail on our tutoring sessions."

The smirk finally vacates Bellamy's face, becoming sheepish at her line of questioning. Then, he was staring. Looking at Clarke like she grew a second head.

Until she uttered those sentences, he never actually thought Octavia had meant anything to Clarke. Yeah, she said (yelled?) she did but he never believed her. In his eyes, Clarke was just another person that was going to leave them - not them, Octavia.

It wasn't until he heard "Octavia, are you ok?" That he was drawn out of his trance. He briefly wonders why this shit keeps happening around this woman. She is infuriating.

It's clear that Clarke tired of his lack of answers and went straight to the source.

"You are...

Good, I was worried...

No your brother didn't tell me that..."

She is glaring at him now. He can guess that Octavia explained the situation - she's at a school lock in fundraiser for the night and may have requested that Bellamy contact Clarke to cancel. He forgot. No big deal right. Clarke's a big girl. He shrugs at her.

Her cheeks turn red and her eyes almost bug out of her head. He just can't help it - he smiles at her. She's just so beautiful when she's angry. Nope. Wait. Step back. Not beautiful. Not beautiful. Funny. She looks so funny.

Her tone when speaking with Octavia doesn't give her annoyance (anger?) away though. "It's fine...

Don't worry about me...

Trust me..." Finally she looks away from him and smiles into her phone. He wants to turn away, feeling like he's spying on a private moment, but his brain has yet to acknowledge the request.

Dammit, he completely spaced out again. It's the only explanation because the next thing he knows Clarke has hung up her phone and is bending down to pick up her bag...bags... And boxes. How did he not notice all this shit she was carrying?

(Clarke POV)

Clarke tries but realizes quickly that there is no way she is going to get all this back in her arms and in her apartment in one go. She's not even sure how everything made it safely back to the apartment with her. So she leaves it to unlock her door and carry it into her place. She's turning back to tend to her things when she almost barrels into Bellamy. She squeaks in surprise, "Oh!"

He grunts "Where do you want it?" when she notices that he has all her stuff.

She scrambles out of the way, "Oh, uh, the table is fine." He is setting it down with a gentility that she never would have guessed he possessed. She blurts, "So you can be a gentleman?"

He chuckles, "Don't get used to it, Princess." And he's gone.

She's smiling