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(Clarke POV)

Clarke is having a panic attack. She's sure of it. This test is critical to her future plans. If she doesn't pass, she can say goodbye to all this residency programs she applied to. In a desperate attempt to reign in her fear of failure, she heads towards apartment 2B. Octavia has this way if getting Clarke to lighten up and breathe. If she being honest with herself, if it weren't for Octavia and her mother she probably wouldn't have survived the past year.

She can hear someone coming towards the door and it only causes herknocking to become more frantic. She yells through the door "Octavia!"

Finally the door opens only to reveal Bellamy. He smiles at her, "Hey Clarke, what's up?"

"Where's Octavia? I need to talk to her."

"She's not here right now, at a friends house studying."

That's when she completely loses it. She breathing harder than before bent over. She is gonna be sick. There is no way she is going to pass this exam and her life will turn shambles.

In the dark recesses of her mind, her rationale is yelling at her to get it together. She's a grown up. She's knows her shit and is being absolutely fucking ridiculous right now!

And she is doing it in front Bellamy, the literal last person on earth she wants to have a breakdown in front of.

"Clarke?!"

She's vaguely aware of Bellamy grabbing her by the shoulders and dragging her to an upright position. "Shit Clarke... You need to breathe..." And he begins taking deep breaths in and out prompting her to follow his lead. He's looking directly in her eyes and with so much intensity that it knocks some sense into her, slowing her breathing. It's becoming less and less erratic but Bellamy has yet to release her. Secretly, she's grateful because she thinks she would go right back into a downward spiral if he did. She will never admit that to him of course.

Next thing she knows, he's pulling her into his apartment and, with a mild amount of force, seating her on the couch. Still looking her in the eye, "I'm going to get you a glass of water. I'll be right back. Remember deep calming breaths." If he wasn't going so sincere (caring?), she would give him a withering look. She watches him walk toward the kitchen then begins to take in the rest of the room.

It's different than it used to be. There are more obvious signs of Bellamy in the apartment. There are stacks of books, mainly history, throughout the space. There's music on in the background. Nothing too heavy but definitely not mainstream. There are more pictures of his mom and less of him.

He is sitting beside her again, willing her to drink the glass of water he has. He doesn't speak, just pleads with his eyes. She takes it and drinks a little bit at a time until it's gone. He takes it from her hand and sets it on the coffee table.

"You OK?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't intend on doing that. I was looking for Octavias help."

He nods. "Scared the shit out me Princess. You're lucky I know what I'm doing."

"Yeah, thank you for that. As a soon to be doctor, you handled that quite well." She regrets the statement right away because it only serves to remind her of why she panicked in the first place.

(Bellamy POV)

He smiles at her compliment but notices her tense up as soon as she finishes the sentence. She's in her own world now. He's afraid she might have another attack so he coughs to get her attention.

"What's wrong Princess?"

"Oh nothing. It's not a big deal." As she says this, she tries to hide the tears slipping down her cheek but he can be just as observant as she is (so yeah he can see it.)

"Bullshit, Clarke." She must be startled by the forcefulness in which he says it because she jumps a little. It may also be the fact that he says her name. He's not sure he ever has before. It's kind of nice.

He sighs and stares into her eyes as he speaks, "Look I know something is going on. You have you're shit together most of the time, so I know something's going on for you to be behaving like this."

She holds his gaze and he knows she's a little embarrassed to admit what's wrong. She sighs and does so despite her negative feelings. "I don't know if I'm going to graduate."

"Ok...?" He waits for her to explain further.

"There's this huge exam tomorrow and I'm just not ready and I can't seem to concentrate on anything. If I don't pass this test, my hopes of getting into a good residency program are completely shot and I just don't know what I'm going to do..."

She's rambling now and he is smiling at her. God she is complete mess and he can't take his eyes off of her. He lets out a little chuckle.

Clarke's rambling halts and he knows as Clarke has misread it.

She punches him in the arm and starts yelling, "Of course your laughing at me. I should have known that you wouldn't care!"

That cuts at him and he glares at her. "Clarke."

She continues to yell and there both standing now, looking like they're about to face off.

"Clarke, stop yelling and let me explain."

She doesn't stop.

"CLARKE, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" She closes her mouth immediately and looks a little terrified. That's when he realizes how close he is to her.

He steps back. Runs a hand over his face, releasing a shaky breath. His hands are shaking a bit from the adrenaline streaming through his system.

She remains quiet. Standing only a foot away from him, arms crossed and stabbing him with her eyes.

"I wasn't laughing at you." She raises an eyebrow. "Well not exactly."

"What exactly were you laughing at?"

"Not at your predicament. It was the rambling. You were rambling." She looks a little sheepish as he admits this. At her expression, he utters "it was kinda cute" before he really thinks about it.

There both surprised by this but she recovers first.

She's smirking at him now, "you think I'm cute huh?"

He stiffens at the mocking in her tone, "No. NO! That is not what I said. I said that the rambling was cute." She rolls her eyes at him.

There's a moment of awkward silence before Clarke says, "Well if it makes you feel better, you're kinda hot when you're angry." He can hear the playfulness in her tone and the tension that had been in the room is completely gone.

"I'm always hot," is his smug response.

"You wish," she sticks her tongue out at him. And they both laugh.

He pretends to be her patient for the next two hours, helping her prepare for her big exam.