Clarke stiffened when she saw him enter the room, so much so that the girl sitting next to her pushed her chair further away in nervousness. Her Psychology classes had been hell for the last few weeks when at the start of term they were her favourite, and it was all dependant on the boy who had just walked through the door.

He met her eyes shyly when he passed her, deep brown; they used to be her favourite. You could see your reflection in their dark surface and when Wells used to kiss her and tell her she was beautiful, she would see herself in his eyes and believe him. Now all she saw in her own pale face was loathing and disappointment. No wonder he hurried on looking so scared, she thought sorely.

Wells took his place on the opposite side of the classroom beside Glass. Glass had been Clarke's friend once, but that was over. She had been a sweet girl, she was Wells's friend first of course, which was why she had flocked to his side despite his wrong doing. Clarke had worried she would be jealous when she started dating Wells but Glass was infatuated with someone else and she befriended Clarke easily. Octavia wasn't pleased, but once Clarke had assured her that she was still her best friend, that she would always be her best friend, she had liked Glass well enough.

Now the blonde girl was watching Clarke with cold eyes, whispering something to Wells between glares. Clarke wanted to hit her. She wasn't usually a violent person, but it didn't mean she didn't have tempting thoughts.

She tried to distract herself with other thoughts, but the only other thing she could think of was bizarre, she didn't know why it stuck in her mind so. But there it was, every time she managed to push Wells's face from her thoughts another face replaced it, beautiful too, but not one she was supposed to find beautiful. She had no right to be thinking of him at all, no reason either. He had never paid her any more attention than the odd joke at her expense over the years. It was stupid and bizarre, but what was more odd was the way these thoughts comforted her when Wells and Glass were muttering about her. Bellamy Blake, of all people, was in her thoughts, keeping her sane.

"You played brilliantly yesterday," The girl purred as she leaned toward him so that her cleavage was very evident. Bellamy wasn't paying attention, he was gazing across the canteen to the table that his sister had always claimed, where Clarke had just sat down, dropping her bag with an audible thud. She wasn't crying this time, she was mad. He could see from here that her face was flushed pink and her lips were set in a frown that looked almost like a pout. Bellamy found it oddly endearing and had to suppress the urge to laugh.

She was muttering something to Octavia who was wrapped in the arms of her boyfriend Jasper, the kid with the goggles, as Bellamy thought of him. He was a good kid, when he had first got together with Octavia, Bellamy had given him the big brother speech but it wasn't necessary. Jasper was a geek, into videogames and steam punk or whatever, Bellamy didn't really care, but he seemed thrilled to have bagged a girl like Octavia, he wasn't likely to let go of her anytime soon.

"Bells?" The girl said his name in an irritated tone and he turned his attention to her with narrowed eyes. She was a pretty girl, he'd seen her around a couple of times, but she was annoying him, interrupting his thoughts and using his nickname when he didn't know who the hell she was. Just another girl who wanted on his dick probably. Well, she'll have to find someone else to ride, I'm sure she won't have any trouble, Bellamy thought bitterly.

"Yes?" He injected as much politeness into his voice as possible but the look on the girl's face showed that it wasn't enough. She opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted as Finn walked over, cheering and slapping him on the back.

"Hey, man of the match! Good game yesterday, mate," Finn clasped Bellamy's shoulder in the awkward way that guy's expressed affection for each other. Bellamy smiled back, Finn was one of his best friends, one of the more intelligent of the guys he hung out with, Bellamy found it difficult to stomach stupid people and yet he always seemed to find himself surrounded by them. Finn was a welcome reprieve from that. He was an idiot, for sure, but he wasn't stupid, he was a laugh and he was kind.

The girl who had been vying for Bellamy's attention tutted and got up, scraping her chair loudly against the floor to show her annoyance before she sashayed away. She walked with a swing to her hips which emphasised her curved figure. It was supposed to be attractive, but Bellamy just thought she was trying too hard. Fin grimaced.

"Sorry, did I interrupt a potential hook up?"

"Not at all," Bellamy laughed. Finn nodded toward the table where Clarke and Octavia were sat.

"Keeping an eye on your sister?" He asked, he must have seen Bellamy looking. Bellamy played with the bottle cap from his drink.

"Something like that," He could hardly say that he was actually keeping an eye on his sister's best friend. To his relief, Finn let it slide, he was good like that. Though it could have had something to do with the pretty Latino girl sauntering toward them.

"Baby!" Finn opened his arms to her and she slid onto his lap, kissing him sloppily on the lips as she did so. Bellamy looked away awkwardly. Raven, Finn's girlfriend, seemed to come as part of a package deal if you were friends with Finn. Bellamy could stand a few displays affection here and there, but it was different with Raven. She always cast him a gaze from under her dark lashes when Finn was looking, a gaze that seemed to say "Look what you gave up". It wasn't as if she wasn't happy with Finn, but she was bitter, in the way that girls so often were.

Bellamy had slept with her once; that was why. It was long before she and Finn hooked up, but he still felt odd seeing them together, made ten times worse when she gave him that look. He didn't like her all that much, but she was Finn's girl and it looked like she would be around for a while. She was narrowing her eyes at him whilst Finn nibbled on her ear when he heard the raised voices.

His head whipped over to Octavia's table automatically, the girl was always getting into trouble for her big mouth, keeping an eye on her was a full time occupation. But for once it wasn't his sister that was the cause of the verbal onslaught, but Clarke.

Her faced had turned from pink to red and she had stood up, her hands balled into fists at her sides. She almost growled as she advanced on the boy in front of her.

"I don't care Wells! I don't care if you're sorry, sorry doesn't bring him back, sorry doesn't make people stop glaring at me and calling me names, sorry," Her voice shot through an octave and everyone in the canteen had turned to look. "Doesn't solve anything!" She took another step toward Wells and pushed him squarely in the chest.

The boy hadn't been expecting that move, that was sure, for he stumbled several steps backward. Despite the seriousness of the situation, Bellamy had to fight to keep from laughing.

"Hey! Leave off him!" Another girl stepped in between them and Bellamy thought Clarke might push her too. She looked a little like Clarke, but her blonde hair was longer and she didn't have the fire that was emanating from Clarke.

"You!" Clarke hissed at the girl, "You were supposed to be my friend! You were my friend too, but you didn't even think before you sided with him! You knew what he did, you knew and you still-"

"Clarke, calm down," Octavia finally rushed forward as people around them began to bring up the call of 'Fight! Fight! Fight!' "It's not worth it, come on," She put her hand on Clarke's shoulder, but the girl was still fuming. With more words from Octavia, too low for Bellamy to hear from his distance Clarke seemed to calm, the tension visibly leaving her. For a moment, it looked as if the argument was over.

Until Clarke and Octavia turned their backs and headed back to their table. Until the other girl, Wells's friend lunged forward and smacked Clarke hard around the back of the head.

Clarke was on her then and the students were cheering and Octavia reached to join Clarke, only to be restrained by Jasper.

"This is bullshit," Bellamy murmured and without realising his intentions, he was up and across the hall to where the girls were tearing at each other.

"Clarke!" He boomed, his deep voice sounded over the shouts and the girls' screeches. She looked up at him, surprise registered across her flushed face. He didn't know why she looked so shocked, but he took the opportunity without question and grabbed her hand to pull her away. She tried to resist so he locked his arms around her tiny waist and forcibly lifted her, despite her kicks to his shins.

"Bellamy! What the hell! Let me down!" She was light, but surprisingly strong, still, Bellamy was a regular at his local gym and he had no trouble in restraining her. By the time he let her down they were out the door and down the hall. He set her on her own feet against the wall, his hand next to her head as if it were a barrier.

"What the hell was that?" She spat at him her brows furrowed.

"I could ask you the same thing, you're a little warrior princess now, huh?" He laughed at her scowl. He could smell that sweet scent from her hair again. He wanted to lean in and breathe it all up, the essence of her. But he didn't. He just let his hand fall from beside her head and took a step back. It was stupid, he barely knew her. She was his little sister's friend besides! As if she'd take him anyway.

He didn't usually have trouble getting the girls, but Clarke was different. He wasn't sure she'd ever really noticed him before now. Of course she had seen him, spoken to him even, but he was her friend's brother, that was all. He was being stupid.

"I'm not a warrior, or a princess," Clarke retorted, and though her tone was irritable, there was a small smile playing at her lips. "He just...I needed to let it all out, you know?" She looked up at him with blue eyes flecked with green and her lips slightly parted and he felt a rush of excitement. He could just tilt his head down and press his lips to hers, fit his hand to the bend of her waist, her hip...

"Yeah, I know," He replied almost breathlessly. He shook his head to clear his ridiculous thoughts. "It was pretty funny to watch to be honest," He teased and was rewarded with an eye roll.

"I can't believe I'm actually saying this," She began, "But thanks for stopping me," She bit her lip and Bellamy could have sworn his stomach flipped.

"Yeah," He scratched the back of his neck, "I didn't think you'd actually want to hurt him," Clarke waggled her eyebrows.

"Don't underestimate me,"

"I wouldn't dream of it," He breathed and they stood for a moment, looking at each other. He thought perhaps she felt awkward for she shuffled her feet and played with the hem of her top but to him, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. And it disarmed him.

"Clarke Griffin!" A stern voice shouted from down the hall and both of their heads snapped up to see a teacher striding purposefully toward them. Clarke groaned.

"Ah, shit,"

"The head's office, now," The older woman frowned and, unwillingly, Bellamy stepped back to let Clarke free. She shot him a peculiar look before she left, a grimace at being caught, a hint of humour, and to Bellamy's surprise, a note of sympathy.

He waved as she went and then shoved his hand into his pocket, watching her go until she had turned the corner.

A/N Two chapters in the same day! I just felt really inspired for this story. Any feedback would be much appreciated, and I hope you enjoy - J x