Love And Lust (The 100-Clexa)

I'm Burning

-Clarke's POV-

Keeping a sketching clutched in my hand, I walked down the streets of L.A. I found a tattoo shop, and opened the door. Hearing the buzzing of needles and the loud music playing, I smiled. Walking up to the the front counter, I placed my sketch on the counter. Looking up, I was surprise who I saw.

"So, the princess wants a tattoo." Bellamy said to me.

"Yah. Now give it to me." I told him, pushing the sketch into his hands. He looked down on it, and smiled.

"This is really good, like really good. You should draw sketches for tattoos here." I nodded.

"Maybe I will." He lead me into the back room, as I took my shirt off. Lying down in the chair, he brought the needle to my chest. Placing it just under my ribs, Bellamy started etching the sketching into my chest. Closing my eyes, I endured the pain. Feeling the needle bite into my skin, I smiled. This was what I wanted to do, I wanted to be an artist. I wanted to be a person who put meaning into things. I wanted to create things that would change the way people looked at things. This was what I needed in order to get over her. I needed to be me.

A few hours later, Bellamy had finally finished my new tattoo. Looking at it in the mirror, it was exactly what I wanted it to be. Just under my ribs was a Phoenix, soaring high. It's feathers falling and burning. Scrawled in perfect calligraphy letters was, In order for a Phoenix to rise from its own ashes, it first must burn. The Phoenix was in melting oranges and reds, it's fallen feathers a crisp black orange. The letters were in black, swirling in the path the Phoenix would fly. Turning around, I hugged Bellamy.

"Thank you." I whispered in his ear. He slowly hugged me back.

"No problem. What made you want to get a tattoo in the first place?" He asked.

"Lexa cheated on me." Bellamy pulled away from me, looking me in the eyes.

"Clarke, I'm so sorry." He said, hugging me again. I felt my tears stain into his shirt, as I hugged him tight.

"It's okay. She made me relies something. I didn't want to be a med student, and I found what I really wanted to be. An artist." He smiled.

"I think I know a great place for you to get started. Right here." I smiled.

"Really?" I asked him.

"Yah. I mean me and Octavia own the place, so yah." My eyes widened in surprise.

"You own a tattoo parlor?" I asked him, and he nodded.

"Yah, O's going to school to get her art degree and then she works here. I'm sure she could show you the ropes of art school." I smiled, and hugged him again.

"Thanks Bellamy." I whispered out.

"No problem Princess."

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-Lexa's POV-

It's been a day since Clarke stormed out of our dorm, and I was worried about her. She threw her a sketches everywhere, and then left. Her sketches were of me. Sighing, I picked up my phone. Dialing Clarke's number, I stopped as the door opened. She walked in, and I hung the phone up. She was wearing torn light blue jeans and a white tank top. When she looked up at me, she gave a weak smile.

"We need to talk." She said, and I nodded. As we sat down on the beds, she sighed.

"What's up Clarke?" I asked.

"I can't do this anymore. You broke my heart when you kissed Costia, and I'm not ready to forgive you." I felt my heart shattering. "I still have feelings for you, and they won't go away, but for now I only want to be friends. Maybe in that time I can learn to trust you again." I nodded.