DISCLAIMER: This IS a Clexa fanfiction, even though it starts out as Bellarke.
"If you weren't in either clique, you were just a drifter lying in between the two massive conflicts. It made Clarke's head hurt, she didn't understand why they couldn't both just coexist. That was her wishful thinking, with differences as big as crevasses people were bound to be lost in the divide."
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Clarke Griffin has been sent away to Whitehall Academy after the death of her father. It is there she navigates the woes of parties, teenage rebellion, relationships, self identity, and the perpetual problem of cliques. Bellamy is gorgeous, and he loves her, but there's a girl with beauty and strength that Clarke cannot deny.