Clarke couldn't stop grinning the next morning as she sat down to eat waffles made by Bellamy. He was very proud of his skills in the kitchen, and he loved showing them off at every opportunity, not that Clare was complaining at all.

Bellamy placed everything down on the table and even took the time to kiss her on the top of her forehead. "I hope you like it all, I've got strawberries, and chocolate and syrup and.."

"I love you." Clarke blurted out and instantly regretted it. Not that she hadn't meant it, but it was far too soon to say that. He'd just been so nice to her, and he looked adorable this morning with his scruffy hair and baggy t-shirt. She couldn't resist.

"I'm so sorry!" She told him, hiding her face in her hands and she could feel the blood rush to her face. Bellamy rushed over to her and placed his lips on hers, not even able to kiss her properly he was smiling so much.

"I love you too." He told her and watched her physically relax in relief. "I thought I'd be the first to say it."

"You love me?" She stroked his neck with the back of her fingers, remembering this moment as best as she could. She wanted to remember it for a long time. The luscious smell of waffles in the air mixed with the sweet smell of strawberries, which was exactly what Clarke had tasted on Bellamy's lips. She memorized the exact color of his t-shirt, and every lock of his hair that was out of place.

"Of course I love you." Bellamy couldn't believe she even had to ask. "I love everything about you Clarke."

"I'd drag you back into that bedroom right now if these waffles didn't smell so damn good." Clarke said, and Bellamy raised his eyebrows at her.

"Well, how about you eat and then see if you're still as keen." She didn't need to wait, she knew she would. And sure enough, the second her waffles were finished she pulled him into the bedroom to thank him properly.

For the next few hours Clarke was on cloud nine. Everything just made her happier, if that was even possible. She never thought she would feel anything like this again. Had she ever felt this happy with Finn? She didn't think she had. With Finn everything was very...quick. Everything was full of fire, abrupt and passionate. But the flame had gone out as quickly as it had been lit.

With Bellamy, it was completely different. She'd kept away, been careful and thought everything through. Yet she was still feeling like this. He'd become such a good friend before she went on that date with him, and that made it perfect. She knew he was completely open with her, there were no secrets. She'd gotten to know every part of him and she loved each part, every flaw, every habit, every insecurity.

She had to leave eventually, she had an evening shift at the hospital and she needed a real shower. She didn't really think the one she took with Bellamy counted.

Turning the corner to her apartment she was too busy searching for her keys to realize somebody was waiting for her. She didn't look up until she spoke.

"Hey Clarke." He said and her heart stopped.

"Finn?" She gulped and looked up at him. His hair was a little longer but other than that he looked the same. "What...What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you Clarke. To say I'm sorry for everything I did, it was the biggest mistake of my life. I've missed you." And there it was. Something a small part of Clare had wanted to hear for the few months after she was with Finn. Something she had longed to hear, and it was actually being said to her. Now, hearing it, she wanted to throw up. She wanted to punch him so hard he was knocked out and she could just walk past him and leave him out in the corridor to himself.

"Go to hell Finn. I haven't missed you, and I don't care about anything you have to say to me."

"I don't believe that. I saw it on your face when you saw me Clarke, baby. You've missed me. You know I never wanted to hurt her." He tried to reach out to touch her cheek but she stepped away, shuddering.

"You did. But I've moved on."

"You used to love me." He said sadly and Clarke resisted the urge to laugh.

"No, actually I didn't. I thought that was love, but I've felt the real thing now and we were never in love. You said you loved me too, just like you said you loved Raven for all that time. You don't know the meaning of the word. Now if you'll let me, I have to get into my apartment. I have a job to get to."

"Tell me you've really let go of all your feelings for me Clarke. Look me in the eye and tell me you feel nothing. I know how you felt for me, we had a great thing going." Clarke stared at him, straight into the eyes she used to think she could stare into forever.

"You're right, I do feel things when I look at you." He looked so damn smug, but Clarke wasn't finished. "Anger. Disgust. Hatred. I loathe you Finn, for what you did to me and for what you did to my friend."

"You don't mean that." He argued.

"Believe me or not, I don't give a damn. I'm with somebody else, and he's amazing. Bellamy is everything you could never be and I love him." She assured him, pushing past him so she could finally get inside. She slammed the door in his face and hoped he'd be gone by the time she had to get to work.

He was gone, but only because he was already heading to the hospital. He wanted to talk to her again, and she'd have no choice there. He knew she was just being stubborn. Once her anger wore off, he was sure she'd realize she still had feelings for him.

He'd been a fool not to realize those 6 months with Clarke had been the best in his life. He wasn't about to let that go now, and nobody, not even this Bellamy guy, was going to get in his way.

I know it's been so long since I posted, but I had no idea how hectic college was going to be! Anyway, I'll be updating this fic a lot more regularly now, so I hope you liked this chapter and are looking forward to the next one :)