Three Months { BELLARKE }

Casseroles

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March 20th turned out to be one of the worst days of Clarke's life.

It started that morning, when her phone's alarm didn't go off leaving Clarke to wake up fifteen minutes before her shift started. On top of that, she had a double shift that day. After dashing into the shower and running down the stairs, she threw herself out the front door while shouting a quick goodbye to Bellamy who was standing, bewildered, on the steps.

Once at the hospital, things didn't improve much. The first half of Clarke's shift was filled with an array of increasingly stubborn and frustrating patients leaving her in a pitiful mood as she headed to the cafeteria for her break. With a sigh of irritation Clarke dropped down into a plastic chair with her yogurt. Resting her chin on her hand she began to scroll through Buzzfeed on her phone in an attempt to distract herself from her shitty morning.

"So you do look at your phone after all."

Clarke started at Lexa's voice, dropping her phone down to the table as the other woman sat across from her. She felt her face flush. There were at least five unread texts from Lexa on her phone from the past couple days. It wasn't that Clarke was ignoring her; she just didn't really feel like talking to Lexa. Things had gotten weird between them and Clarke wasn't sure how to end it. She had never been great with breakups. Okay, maybe she was ignoring Lexa.

"I've been really busy, between my mom's visit and-"

"Clarke, I know for a fact your mom left weeks ago and what would keep you so busy you couldn't return a text?"

Clarke bit her lip, suddenly angry. The utter shit that was her morning combined with her frustration with Lexa boiled over.

"What happened to not getting attached, Lexa? When this- whatever this is- started you said it was just for fun, that it wasn't serious. For something so casual you are pretty insistent."

"Well maybe I don't want this to be casual. I think I have made that pretty clear."

"Lexa, I told you when this started that I wasn't looking for something serious."

The brunette rolled her eyes. "This is about him isn't it?"

"What?" Clarke asked, confused.

"Oh please, Clarke. I can see exactly what this is. You are into Bellamy but that would be too acceptable. You still want to be rebellious, right? That's why you moved to Chicago and why you barely talk to your mom-"

"Excuse you, I do talk to my mom. In case you forgot she just came-"

"Yeah so that you could show her how much you refuse to be what she wants you to be! God, Clarke. How many times have we talked about how everything about your life out here is the opposite of what she wanted for you back in DC?"

"I still don't see how this has anything to do with-"

"You just wanted me around so that you could be what she doesn't want. You told me yourself that she is uncomfortable with you dating girls. It's Bellamy you want, but it's more edgy to be with another woman. I get it," Lexa spit out. Clarke felt her blood boil.