PureFaerie
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Dropping out of Yale was the easy part. After one full year, Clarke decided the Ivy life just wasn’t for her. She missed her home and her friends. She missed her freedom. As long as she was at Yale, pursuing a pre-med degree, she wasn’t living her own life. She was living the life that her mother wanted for her.
That was the hard part: Telling her mother that she would not be going back to Connecticut when the summer ended.
She found a waitressing job with Raven’s help. Jasper and Monty told her she could crash on their couch until she found something more sustainable. And she started her life. It wasn’t perfect and it wouldn’t be easy, but she was happy. She was surrounded by the people she loved and needed and she’d go back to school when she wanted to. That was, if she wanted to go back at all.
And that was the beauty of it all. It was all on her own terms. The choice was hers. Her life, at last, was hers. And it was everything she ever wanted.
Until she met Bellamy Blake.
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“You do look really nice,” chimes in— Roma, she thinks— Bellamy’s plus one, a beautiful and leggy brunette. “That colour looks so good on you!”
Clarke glances down at her shimmery green dress. It is nice, she admits. It’s beautiful in fact. But her mother gave it to her to wear specifically to this party; even though she’d wanted to go more reserved, her mother had insisted that it was important her daughter looked good tonight. And that alone makes it unworthy of praise in Clarke’s eyes. “Thanks.”
“That colour looks like vomit,” Bellamy comments helpfully. Clarke idly wonders why the planners have seated them at the same table.
“Be nice,” Roma chides him with a tinkly laugh, hitting his shoulder. He remains unrepentant, sipping his drink and raising his eyebrows challengingly at Clarke.
Clarke glances around, making sure none of the adults are around before replying, “Go to hell, Bellamy.”
Bellamy pretends to check his watch. “I’ve already been here for two hours.”
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(Or, the classic Enemies to Lovers/Modern/High School AU... with a twist or two.)
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“You’re kind of a mess,” He says mildly.
“Thanks captain obvious.” The corners of his mouth twitch a little, like he’s holding back a smile. She is not remotely pleased by that. Not at all.
Or, the one where they're project partners and maybe, perhaps, friends. (And maybe, perhaps, more.)
Winner of the Bellarke Fanfiction Awards Best High School/College AU Fiction!
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11 Aug 2016
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That gets a grunt out of him. “Why me?”
“Let’s see,” she goes, tapping her nail against her chin, feigning deep thought. “Uh, it may have something to do with the fact that you’re the only thieving, morally ambiguous individual that I know of?”
“Cute.” Bellamy snorts.
Or: It has always been a part of Clarke’s plan to join the force. Partnering up with a con-artist? Not so much.