So here is chapter 2 of the story. This will be a Bellarke story for those who don't get it yet. Thanx for all of those who left a review, favorited and followed.

The next morning Clarke approached Wells while he was eating an apple.

"Hey." She just said.

"Goodmorning." He smiled at her. Clarke's lips formed upwards and next think she knew she was sitting beside him at the log.

"I'm sorry and thank you" she told him with a pleading and sincere look in her eyes. Wells knew her better than anyone else in the world by now so he understood that she was really meaning it and she needed this forgiveness. What he didn't understand though, was why was he thanking him.

"Because you took it upon yourself to protect me from hating my mother." At this point only one tear had escaped Clarke's eyes "You sacrificed yourself so I could keep loving my mom. You decided that I am too important to hurt me even more, when I was grieving my dad's death."

One more tear escaped and she swiped it quickly. She glanced at him and then said "Thank you for being the best friend I could have."

Wells had let her talk without interrupting her. She hadn't really said much but what she had said had shouthen his heart. His best friend, Clarke, the girl next door had forgiven him.

He was out of words, he didn't know what to say so he just came a little closer to her and wrapped an arm around her.

She rested her head on his shoulder and they stayed there for a little while. "So.." he said in as-a-matter-of-factly tone.

"I almost got killed last night," Wells talked again ",by a little girl who hated my father."

Clarke's head rose up and revealed her face which was wet with tears now. Wells had just adressed something tragic with a really sarcastic and funny way. His facial expression was giving up that he was trying to make her laugh. And he had succeeded. Clarke was chuckling while wiping out the tears and when she did, she looked at him with her serious tone.

They started a conversation about their parents after all this time Wells finally told her his side of the story and they talked about the plans around the camp.

"What happened with Charlotte last night?" Clarke asked him

"I think she likes me now." Wells answered while nodding his head.

"No more than she loves you and Bellamy of course." He chuckled and looked at her with a smiling face, a genuine one for the first time in so long.

"She worships you both. She's all like 'Bellamy said that, Clarke said the other' it's kinda funny. You know I understand why she's fond of you. But I don't understand what she sees in Bellamy that makes her trust him."

Clarke felt uncomfortable with this declaration. She sure as hell does not trust Bellamy but she might finally see why all the others do. He is fast on his feet. He can take charge and lead and his whole body radiates confidence in what he is doing.

"He is not like that with Charlotte you know. I mean he is gentler and he cares about her, he shows his emotions to her. He doesn't do this with the rest of the 100, well except for Octavia of course."

Wells noticed that Clarke seemed a little flushed as she actually defended Bellamy for the first time ever.

"Be careful there Griffin, you might end up being one of his groupies at this rate." The fuzzy haired man joked with her and she laughed almost giggled until she saw him standing in front of his tent, with no shirt on and a girl by his side touching his upper arm.

"Speak of the devil." Was all the camp healer declared and she stood up and walked away from the whole scene in front of her, as he lips formed a flat line.

Bellamy was there showing off his arrogance and this girl as his trophy while Clarke was defending him. Clarke believed he might be the only person that could ruin one day's progress towards her feelings for him, (what feelings, she meant opinion) in only one stand. She passed quite near his side but not enough so as to be obligated to talk to him. Bellamy though had other ideas as soon as he saw her.

"Hey princess." He called out to her and approached her.

"How is Charlotte doing? Is everything all right?" and Clarke for some unknown reason was furious at him, because how dare he be caring about the little girl right now when he clearly had other things to do, such as the girl not far from them. How dare he talk to her like that's something normal when he is showing off his perfect upper body. Her eyes slip off to his chest and his abs and his chest again only for a second and she is madder than before because he is strong and well formed and all kinds of…

She stops herself and watches at his face carefully.

There is no time to think what she will say, so she decides to speak as less as possible.

"They are both still alive" she practically spits out and leaves him.

He is stunned for a moment there. What did he do and she just walked away like this?

He decides that he must find out and he follows her in the dropship where she finds her trying to organise the seaweed and all the tools that might seem useful to her.

"Why did you run off? I only asked a question." He questioned while he put on his pissed face.

"And I answered quickly. I figure you had to do things." She had the same pissed off voice as he had and she felt quite venous at her angry state.

"…or people" as soon as she said it she knew it was the worst thing she could have done at the moment.

She had turned her back to him to try and focus on the unorganised table in front of her and mostly to avoid his look. But she could feel him smirking at her all the way to the door, and she was hearing him approaching her.

"That's what's bothering you, princess." His voice sounded closer than Clarke had thought he was and he wasn't asking he was declaring.

"If who I do bothers you so much, you should do something to prevent it from happening, keep me otherwise," he paused for emphasis and breathed out at her ear as he was touching gently a piece of her blonde hair "occupied."

That word and his touch broke the spell, and Clarke knew that she could defeat his smugginess.

So she laughed and turned. She was centimeters away from him and decided that that wasn't enough distance between them. But she didn't move, because she knew that the person who would move away first would be the weaker one.

"I get only what I want. Unfortunately for you, you are not it. Besides who wants something that anyone can have." She regretted her last sentence as soon as it came out of her mouth, it was too much and she knew it.

The next time he spoke his tone was bitter. "Of course you get what you want. Every princess does." His smirk returned on his face once again. He had the upper hand once again. But she wasn't gonna let him have it for much longer. You could cut the tension with a knife in there and they both knew it, but they weren't willing to do anything about it.

"Hey Clarke…" Finn's voice was heard at the gate of the dropship and they both knew that was the time to actually move.

She stepped out of his grasp and towards Finn who suddenly looked tense.

"Everything all right?" he questioned while his gaze never left Bellamy's and neither did Bellamy's. It was a strength fight over there. Who had the most power over…, over…, well that was a good question who had power over what or who? It was clear for Clarke and pretty much everyone that Bellamy was in charge around here and she was pretty sure that even if those two guys were fist fighting Bellamy would have knocked down Finn with only one of his giant arms. So what was the purpose of all of this?

Clarke was not going to sit and find out it was only morning and she had already had one deep conversation and an intense one more like a fight really. She didn't need to watch this thing. So she went out of the dropship dragging Finn with her.

Once they were out there she asked him why was he looking for her and Finn stumbled upon his words. Finally he told her

"I, umm, wanted,… to see how you were dealing with everything that you learnt yesterday?"

Clarke's face fell. Her mom betrayed her father and got him floated. It was nice forgetting about all of it even for the couple of minutes of distraction that Bellamy provided her with.

"She took away my father. I had to live this pain because she was a member of the council." Her voice was bitter than ever. She really wanted to curl up like a ball and cry her eyes out but she knew. She knew that she had to fight to overcome this. Right now she was in a position where she had to fight her feelings in order to live. She needed to be useful for the hundred and she sure as hell needed to be occupied as to not think.

She needed though, to blow off some steam and she really needed to cause her mother some pain right now.

"I just want her too feel my pain."

"I don't think you can do much from here, princess."

As that was said Clarke had an idea. "Actually I believe I can." And with that she rushed back to the dropship passing by Bellamy almost crashing into him and rushed upstairs where she found Monty. Soon her wristband was off and she knew that right about now her mother was thinking her daughter is dead.

The blue-eyed girl wasn't feeling any better though. She had thought that one part of her emotional cargon would have vanished when she did that, instead she was feeling guilty about doing this to her mother.

She excused herself down the stairs and out of the dropship with Finn following her as Bellamy was making his way upstairs to see what was happening.

Bellamy stood there evaluating the situation when everything clicked.

"The princess willingly took off her wristband didn't she?" he had a smirk on his face. For unknown reasons Clarke finally did what he wanted her to. Now it was almost sure that the rest of the ark wouldn't follow them down.

As everyone nodded he quickly examined their serious faces and he felt a bit uneasy.

He left the dropship and followed the direction Finn and Clarke had taken. He was quite far from them to hear him or he them but he knew where they were going.

He needed to know what caused the princess to get rid of the wristband. While he was following their trail he caught himself wondering why he cared. And the only answer he could come up was, he just did. He soon realised Clarke had stopped exactly where he was considering she would. He stood behind a tree in order to listen to their conversation and not be seen.

Meanwhile Clarke was feeling so confused and guilty, she didn't know where she was going. Finn was running behind her trying to calm her down by talking but she wasn't listening.

She ended up at the small river they had found a little farther from the camp where she found her best friend. Wells quickly looked over at her and stood up from the rock he was sitting.

"Clarke what happened?" he came closer and lay a comforting hand on her arm.

Clarke didn't talk. How could Wells, perfect Wells who sacrificed himself to protect her understand how she felt?

"I don't wanna talk about it." She muttered.

Finn was close by and he was starting to tense up from the closeness of the so called royals amongst the deliquents.

Wells tried again to urge her to discuss with him. Clarke had lowered her eyes to the water which seemed to relax her a bit but she was nowhere near able to talk.

"Hey," Wells put his hand on her cheek and tried to make her face him when Finn pushed him away from her and shouted at him.

"She said she doesn't wanna talk about it. Now why don't you leave us."

Bellamy couldn't say he wasn't expecting something like this. It was clear that both guys wanted the woman in front of them and they were both looking willing to fight for her. That just made him cringe, which wasn't making any sense usually he liked a fair fight, but not this one.

Wells face turned dead serious and he took a step towards Finn's position.

"She can talk for herself, now quit playing the knight, skywalker" he almost spitted the boy's nickname. Clarke really didn't want to witness this but she couldn't find the strength to stop it, not after what she had done.

"I haven't seen you do anything else but try and fail to protect her too. So maybe you should back the hell away and leave as alone.

The two young men kept exchanging bitter and poisonous words to each other while Clarke stayed silent and Bellamy was watching them. They were getting closer and closer to a physical fight and Bellamy couldn't believe in his eyes.

They were both claiming that they cared about the blonde woman yet neither of them realised how she wasn't coping with whatever happened and she couldn't handle their stupidity too.

Once Finn tried to punch Wells not with success Bellamy came out and almost shouted.

"Hey, knock it off." He went in between them.

"What are you doing?" he questioned aggresively "We came so far only to attract the fucking grounders by your pityful fist fight? I heard your yelling from the forest." He glanced at Clarke and saw relief in her expression. Who knew that Bellamy's appearance could cause that?

The two men saw him glanced at her and they both turned their interest to the blue-eyed woman.

They both went to take a step towards her and she took one backwards.

"Hey" Bellamy distracted them ",go back to camp." They weren't looking willing to do that but then Bellamy told them "she clearly doesn't want to talk to either of you or at all. So leave"

Wells was the first to talk "We cannot leave her out here alone it is dangerous."

Finn volunteered to stay and Clarke spoke for the first time in so long. "No, leave Bellamy is right."

"I will stay with her." Bellamy didn't know what urged him to say that but he really didn't mind.

After some more convincing both Wells and Finn were out of their sight.

Clarke sat at a rock near the water and just looked at it. She was trying to organise her thoughts and control her feelings but she was so far failing miserably.

Bellamy was sitting nearby and he was looking around for any signs of danger. They were there for what seemed like hours and the sun was currently straight up in the sky. He was giving her quick glances to make sure she was alright and at one point he realised that wasn't what Clarke needed right now.

"You need to stop." Clarke seemed confused by the statement.

"Excuse me?"

"You need to stop pushing the feelings and the thoughts out and you need to let them out. That's how they will go away."

They stayed silent for a few minutes again.

Clarke sighed.

"My dad found out about the malfunction on the ark and he wanted to tell everyone the truth. I agreed and decided to help him. He got floated before he could say anything and I was on solitary for a year." She was crying silently and her voice was cracking up.

"I…" she took a deep breath "For one year and a half I blamed my closest friend for betraying me." She lets one sob slip through her lungs and lips. Bellamy wanted to go closer to her but he knew that wasn't wise, so he looked at her and he listened patiently.

"Yesterday I learnt that… my friend wasn't a traitor." She stopped talking and tearing up and she looked at him. Her eyes looked like glass ready to burst, the emotion was both gone and painfully there.

"My mom turned my dad in. She killed him and locked me up."

"And you wanted her to feel as bad as you did so you took of your wristband." Bellamy ended for her.

Clarke looked so surprised by his words. She nodded and he did too.

"Don't seem so surprised. I've had my problems too." They both smiled smiles that didn't quite reach their eyes.

"Did you feel horrible later? Because I do." She waited for him to say something.

"I didn't do it. I couldn't. It would get me floated and I had to look after Octavia."

So even Bellamy was a better person that she was.

"You are not even eighteen, you are not a bad person. You just reacted without thinking for once. And the fact you feel horrible means you are a really good person." Bellamy stood up picked one of the largest shells and dipped it into the water.

"Here drink some and then you should wash your face and you will feel better."

Clarke drank and smiled at him. This time the smile reached her puffy red eyes and Bellamy was in awe.

"When did you become the doctor, here?"

She was teasing him and that was a first but not weird. He chuckled a little and he helped her up.

"Let's go home." He told her and they began walking. Right before they entered Clarke looked at him and told him in a low voice.

"You are not a bad person either, Bellamy."

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