Fault Line (Bellarke)

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Clarke

"Ow, crap that was a bad idea," I cried, pulling my caramel latte away from my face quickly.

"Tell me something you did, where you didn't realize seconds afterwards that it was a bad idea," my best friend Raven said, holding up her own cup to her face.

Her preposterous yapping was starting to give me a headache.

Raven smirked at me. "Is my absurd bickering giving you a headache Clarkey girl?"

"Something like that," I muttered.

"I'm in love with this coffee though," she said.

"Everything you say is irrelevant."

"You are irrelevant."

"Remember that time I asked for your opinion?" I questioned, grabbing my bag.

"No?"

"Me neither," I added.

Raven and I had been best friends since high school, we were inseparable. She can be a pain in the ass sometimes but she's still my best friend. She's extremely smart too.

But you have to be to be a mechanical engineer. She was pretty kickass about everything too. Rebellious teenager that she used to be, I'm surprised she managed to end up so smart. Doing such a complicated cause.

"Coffee after your interview? Tomorrow?" Raven asked.

"Yeah. Depends how it goes though..."

"You'll do fine. I'm sure they will hire you, you're Clarke Griffin."

"Shittiest accountant of the year award goes to-"

"Shut up and have faith. In yourself. Because I have faith in you," she said, suddenly with a serious tone.

"Thank you Raven, honestly I don't know what I'd do without you. I'll text you."

I stood up and the scent of baking floated around me like a cloud. Vanilla Bean Cafe was my favourite cafe of all time, Raven and I came here to have coffee and just hang out. It's kind of been our tradition back from when we were in high school.

After that she left for college, and I saw her less often. She moved to Vancouver to pursue her dream of studying mechanical engineering. I'm so proud of how far she has come. And she often tells me she is proud of me.

Which is more than my mother has ever said to me.

"No worries," Raven said, interrupting my thoughts. She flipped a page in her magazine, which sported a beautiful brunette, and a heading that read:

Octavia Blake, officially the assistant manager at Blake Industries.

"Looks like my new assistant manager..." I hesitated.

"Thats the spirit girl, I know you're gonna nail this. You are gonna nail her, on the head," she laughed.

"Bye," I said rolling my eyes at her.

"See ya."

Stepping into the cool autumn breeze, the city of Seattle came to life around me. Cars buzzed like a swarm of bees. People talked, dogs barked.

My car was parked under a huge tree.

"SHIT UGH," I groaned. I put my hand on the top of my Mini Cooper a little too late. There was bird poop all over my precious car. And my hand.

I slid casually over to the tree and wiped my hand on the trunk, getting a dirty look from an elderly woman walking her dog.

Grinning awkwardly, I rushed into the drivers seat.

So you're telling me, I already had tissues in the car?

Banging my head on the steering wheel continuously, I caused the horn to sound, ruining the tranquility of the green park next to the car park.

"At least those birds can't shit on anyone else's car," I muttered to myself, while squawks of many pitches screamed and flew out of the tree and dogs howled. One lady's little kid started crying and she glared at me.

I gave her an apologetic face before reversing away.

I had saved up all my earnings as a barista plus savings in my bank account for this car. It was my pride and joy, also, I had a dump of an apartment because I spent my money on this car. Only recently had I moved into a decent apartment.

The drive to my apartment took ten minutes, and while I parked the car outside, my eye caught a flash Honda that I simply couldn't mistaken the owner of.

What the hell was she doing here?

Fuming, I took the lift to my apartment and sure enough, found my mother, Abby, waiting for me at the doorstep.

"What do you want," I growled.

"To talk to you Clarke. I haven't seen you in so long." Abby looked nervous and unsure of my reaction.

"You had your chance a long time ago..."

"Please Clarke."

I pushed past her and opened the door, stepping aside and signalling for her to come inside. I didn't want to cause havoc in the passageway.

"Look, Abby-" I started.

"What happened to 'mom'?" she said quietly.

"You lost that title years ago," I said through gritted teeth.

She stepped forward and touched my arm.

"Don't. You. Dare."

"Look, what happened with Jake-"

"Dad killed himself  because of you. Because you were such a little snitch." My eyes were burning at the memory of my dad. I could have been shooting rays of heat right at her in the moment. "Dad's death wasn't a suicide. It was a murder, because you killed him. Even before he was actually dead."

"I shouldn't have cheated on him," Abby cried.

"No you shouldn't have. Not with Kane."

"Why can't you accept Kane now and be happy for me?" She sobbed.

"Be happy? BE HAPPY? FOR YOU?" I screamed. "You weren't happy for me when I said I wanted to move out. To be independent. To not be a doctor, because I wasn't prepared to watch people die like that." I was pissed off now. She was pushing me to the limit.

"You lived in a dumb of an apartment. You became a goddamn accountant who can't even find a job-"

"Get out." I pointed to the door.

"I'm your mother. I am trying."

"And this is my apartment. Now get out."

She looked at me one last time with her tear-stained face. Without saying another word, she made her way out, slamming the door after her.

Abby shouldn't have come here in the first place. That was a bad move, she wasn't ready to understand.

And neither was I.

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A/N: Hey! Hope you liked the first chapter. I will be finishing this story because I have it all planned out.

Crazy bellarke shipper here btw. Don't worry, our Bellamy will make an appearance soon ;)

And sorry in advance for any errors. Sometimes I'm too lazy to edit chapters. Also I'm from New Zealand and sometimes we spell things a little differently. Lmao sometimes I use the American spelling too, because when I type on my Macbook, it autocorrects it to the NZ spelling and when I'm on my iPhone, it autocorrects to the US spelling.

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