BELLARKE AU: COULDN'T CARE LESS

6.

        "Well, well, speak of the devil." Raven picked up her shoulder bag and began to walk away.

        "Raven, where are you going? We still have twenty minutes left of lunch," Clarke called after her retreating backside.

        A shadow fell across the library table, and Clarke knew who it was before she even looked up.

        "Finn, please leave me alone," she said, picking up her things.

        "Clarke. Please, I just want to talk." Finn grabbed her arm and pierced her with his puppy dog eyes. She had found it charming before, but now, it just seemed like a sleazy move.

        "Well, it seems like we're talking now, and I'd say it was a pretty good conversation, wouldn't you?"

        Clarke brushed off his hand and booked it the hell out of there.