A few days later, while I was walking through the rec room with Wells, I noticed Bellamy standing against the wall in his cadet uniform. His eyes were scanning to room, but he didn't seem to notice me.

"Clarke? Are you coming?" Wells asked as he took a seat at a chess table. When I didn't respond, he followed my gaze towards Bellamy and scoffed when he realized why I was so distracted.

I glanced around the room, trying to find some way to get Bellamy's attention without getting him in trouble with his supervisors. My eyes landed on a backpack someone had left in the middle of the walkway.

I held my head high, pretending to be distracted as I let my feet slip over the backpack. I fell to the ground, landing hard on my elbows. It hurt more than I originally thought it would, but it was worth it. A crowd gathered around me to see if I was okay so I pretended to be in pain until I saw Bellamy push his way through the group. He got down on his knees and wrapped his arms around me, asking me if I was hurt. I leaned my head against his chest and pretended to be exhausted.

"We need to talk." I whispered so that only he could hear. Bellamy's tense body loosened when he realized that I wasn't actually hurt and that I was just trying to send him a message while he was on duty.

"I'm off tonight at 7. I'll swing by your house after my shift." He whispered hastily as he helped me up to my feet.

"Are you going to be alright?" He asked loudly so that the group could hear.

"Yes, I can just walk it off. Thank you, sir." I replied, giving him a smile. He released me and then went to make the crowd disperse. I turned on my heels and walked back over to Wells, who was still sitting at the chess table. He looked pissed off.

"Nice show." He muttered. I rolled my eyes and took a seat across from him.

"I had to tell Bellamy something and it couldn't wait." I said as I moved my first piece. Wells studied my move before making one of his own.

"What do you see in him?" Wells asked. I shook my head, tired of hearing Wells talk shit on Bellamy.

"Are we seriously doing this again?" I complained, but Wells just crossed his arms and nodded.

"I see a man who's loyal, honest, trustworthy, brave, and most of all loving. Give it a rest, Wells. My relationship with Bellamy shouldn't affect our relationship." I said. Wells pinched his lips together, not having a comeback, so I moved another chess piece in his direction.

I came here today to spend some time with Wells and I didn't want to waste it arguing about Bellamy. I've missed him ever since he died and it ate me alive knowing that his death could have been prevented. If only we had realized what was wrong with Charlotte sooner.

The good news was that both Charlotte and Wells were alive again. Now that we knew that Wells was Charlotte's emotional trigger, we had a chance to stop the entire ordeal from happening all over again. I could give Wells more time and a better life.

"How was the dance?" Wells asked, trying to break the silence. I sunk back in my chair, instantly feeling guilty because I turned him down to go with Bellamy.

"It was fun while it lasted. The solar flare put a damper on things." I replied, taking one of his pieces off of the board. We were quiet for awhile and eventually Wells stopped playing. I wasn't sure what he was thinking so I waited in silence for him to open up. Several minutes later, he slammed his fists against the table, causing the chess pieces to tumble off of the board. I jumped back into my seat.

"Look, Clarke, if it isn't obvious, I like you. I guess I thought you liked me too, so that was why I asked you to the ball in the first place. I really thought we had a chance, but then Bellamy came along and I totally didn't expect it. I'm sorry if I'm bitter about the whole thing, it's just hard watching the girl I care about care for someone else." Wells admitted. Shocked, I reached across the table and rested my hand on his to comfort him. "I just thought you should know." He added, pulling his hand away.

"Wells, I love you, I really do, but with Bellamy...I can't describe it. He makes me feel so free and so alive. He also understands my pain and is the only person who can help me overcome it. You need to know that we aren't going anywhere so you can move on. I want you to be happy Wells." I said sincerely.

Wells nodded, "I guess it's just hard because I see the way you look at him and I can't stand it because you used to look at me that way."

I shook my head, denying it. This was all fake, I didn't have feelings for Bellamy, at least not in the way Wells was suggesting. Bellamy and I were just putting on a good show for everyone around us. Right?

"Come on, you can't deny it. He's really into you and you're clearly very into him." Wells said. I gave him a small smile and nervously scratched my arms. Bellamy and I were complicated and messy, but I couldn't deny that we cared deeply for each other. It just wasn't on an intimate level, at least not yet.

I had considered taking things to the next level with Bellamy several times on the ground, but there was always something that got in the way. At first, it was when I was captured and taken to Mount Weather, then it was when I got back from the Mountain and I was so focused on saving our people, then it was when I pushed him away and I got close to Lexa, and now with this loophole I don't know if there will ever be a right time to start something with him. Plus I don't even know if he feels the same way.

"The Rec Room is now closed. Please report to your assigned classes." A voice said over the loudspeaker. Wells and I were in our final year of school on the Ark. During this year, students didn't take any classes but they became apprentices for the careers that they selected. I chose to be a medical apprentice and follow my mom and Jackson around while Wells chose to train to be on the council in case one of the council members step down. During school hours we would attend our apprenticeships.

As we were all ushered out of the rec room, I lost Bellamy in the crowd of teenagers. Wells grabbed my hand and lead me out of the side door in order to free us from the crowd. I gave him a quick hug before parting ways with him and heading towards medical.

The entire time I spent in medical that day was a blur. I was definitely half-assing my job, but I didn't really care. All I could think about was what Wells had said to me and what I was going to say to Bellamy when he came over. He was already trying to come up with a plan to save everyone, but we needed to work together on it.

"Clare are you feeling okay?" My mom asked as her patient left the room.

"I just have a headache, that's all." I lied, rubbing my head. My mom rested her hand on my back and asked Jackson to grab me some medicine.

"Here, take this." He said, handing me a pill. I pretended to swallow it before putting it in my pocket when they weren't looking. It was wrong to waste medicine, so I would keep it close to me for whenever I had a real headache.

"I think she needs to lie down." Jackson said as he looked me over. I nodded, agreeing so that I could go home.

"Alright sweetie, I'll see you when I get home." She said.

Seven o'clock couldn't come quick enough. I spent the rest of the afternoon anxiously pacing around my room, waiting for Bellamy to come by. It was so strange having to wait around in order to see him. All I used to have to do was trudge across camp until I found him. Usually he would just be polishing his guns or hunting something.

"Clarke? It's me." He said as he knocked on the door. I eagerly ran to the door, but before I opened it, I took a deep breath and pretended like I hadn't been waiting anxiously for him all afternoon.

"Come in." I said calmly, opening the door wider so that he could step inside. He was still in his cadet uniform and the longer I looked at him in it, the more my heart raced. Wait what is wrong with me? This was Bellamy, I was not attracted to him…

I watched as he unzipped his guard jacket revealing a tight grey t-shirt underneath. He was just sweaty enough that the material clung to his torso, but not too sweaty that it was gross. I awkwardly stood by the door and used it to keep myself from falling. My legs were shaking rapidly underneath me at the sight of him. He ran his fingers through his hair, ruffling it enough that it looked sort of like it had on the ground. I was starting to lose it and I felt like I couldn't breathe. He walked over and set his jacket down on my coffee table before he collapsed on the couch. Okay I'll admit, he's attractive, but he's Bellamy…

"So why did you go through all of that effort and put on that little show just to get me here?" He asked. I took a deep breath and walked over to sit on the chair next to the sofa. Now I had to focus and get down to business, I couldn't let him distract me anymore.

"So your whole plan for getting all of the original hundred arrested again got me thinking." I began, trying to get a sense of his mood. He looked exhausted, but his attention on me didn't waver. I smiled and continued, "So I was thinking, if the universe sent us back here together, obviously it wants us to work together to fix everything. We need to come up with a plan together."

Bellamy scoffed when I said together, which instantly made me feel guilty but then he sat up and focused. Based on his facial expression, I could tell that he was trying to think of another plan. Whenever he thought really hard about something, his eyebrows furrowed and he tugged on his lower lip slightly with his teeth. He also had a tendency of staring off into nothing while he plotted. I sat back and patiently waited for him to come up with something.

"There has to be a specific event or a trigger that the universe wants us to fix. It has to involve both of us, or else only one of us would have been sent back. It has to take place on the Ark or else the universe wouldn't have taken us back this far." He suggested. What he said, made sense; there had to be something that the universe wanted us to fix.

"So you're suggesting that if we fix this one thing, we will be sent back to the present day?" I asked to clarify.

He nodded, "Do you have a different theory?"

"Well I was thinking, what if it's not a singular event? We fucked a lot up over the past two years, maybe the first thing was on the Ark and that's the start of everything we have to fix. We might have to go through everything all over again." I guessed. Bellamy rubbed his temples trying to process what I just said. Neither of us wanted to experience all of the pain all over again.

"So we need a game next few months there won't be anything too terrible that's supposed to happen, the next big event is my father discovering the Ark is running out of oxygen." I said.

"So what do we do?" He asked.

"I'm going to spend the next few months trying to come up with a way to save my dad's life and get everyone on the Ark to the ground safely." I replied.

"How are we supposed to do that without sounding like lunatics? I'm not getting floated for being crazier than Kane's mom-" Bellamy ranted.

"I don't know! I don't know…" I screamed, instantly regretting my outburst.

Bellamy reached across to place his hand on my knee. He wasn't one for many apologizes, so gestures like this meant a lot. They were his way of saying that he was sorry and that he cared. I placed my hand on top of his and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Saving my dad was going to be extremely complicated and I couldn't do it without Bellamy's support.

"I should probably get home. Are you going to be alright?" He asked. I nodded and stood up to walk him out. I really didn't want him to go, but he was tired and I understood.

"When's the next time I'm going to see you?" I asked as we arrived at the front door.

Bellamy smirked, "Miss me already, princess?"

I playfully punched him and said, "No."

Bellamy fake pouted as I shooed him out the door. Just before I closed it I smiled and said, "Yes."

Bellamy stopped the door with his foot, surprising me. I peaked my head out and raised my eyebrow in anticipation.

"Are you busy tomorrow night?" He asked. I could feel a blush creeping up my cheeks as he gave me that look he tended to give girls in order to get what he wanted. Usually I could see past it, but tonight I was completely mesmerized by him.

"No I'm not." I managed to whisper. Bellamy smirked again, making my heart flutter.

"Good. I'll pick you up at eight!" He said before walking away and leaving me breathless.

Bellamy Blake was going to be the death of me.