A|N: Thanks lovely! <3 Anyway, I’m having a lot of fun writing in this universe, so give me a holler if you guys think I should consider expanding this into a multi-chaptered thing! (part one)
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All things considered, the fact that they’ve managed to avoid each other for two whole weeks (despite being in the same class) is definitely a feat or sorts. It’s possible that Clarke is making it happen through sheer force of will or maybe Bellamy’s just more conscientious than most- but, well, yeah. Presently, Clarke’s feeling pretty optimistic about her chances of surviving this semester.
Well, until she quite literally runs into him during her coffee run, that is.
It’s not so much of a collision, though they still manage to barge into one another with enough force to dislodge her books from her grip, the cup of coffee from his, and the realization that it’s him doesn’t sink in until she’s handing him the half-empty cup, apologizing profusely and insisting that she buy him a fresh one.
“Oh.” She breathes, when it finally clicks.
And he must notice her at the same time that she did for him, because the concern in his eyes is almost immediately replaced by disdain. “It’s fine,” he says, tart, his mouth tugging upwards into a smirk of sorts. “Wouldn’t want you to add bribery to the list of morally ambiguous things you got up to this week, right?”
“Morally ambiguous?” She tastes the words out on her tongue, her mouth dropping open to gape when she finally gets what he’s insinuating at. “Hey! I didn’t know you’re my T.A. when I– when it happened!”