A/N: Okay this is a series of one-shots, based off of the anograms, BELLAMY and CLARKE.

The first chapters are going to be from Clarke's POV, based off of the BELLAMY anogram, and the following chapters will be from Bellamy's POV. This will be mostly cannon but it will deviate some as well. Please enjoy and RRs are very much appreciated!

Clark's POV

Brash. If there was one word that Clarke would have used to describe Bellamy Blake, it would be 'Brash' hands down. She'd known it from the first moment she'd laid eyes on him. Not five minutes after she'd met him and he was already snapping out orders to open the drop ship door.

She strongly protested. "We don't know if the air is breatheable! It's not safe!"

"Look Princess, if the air's not breatheable, then we die of radiation poisoning. If we stay in here, we die of suffocation. Either way we risk it but I say it's a better risk of opening the door and having a chance at freedom; stop being so paranoid!"

And of course, he rallied everyone else around him to agree with him. Clarke deflated but she still wasn't happy and she made sure he knew it.

But he'd brushed her off...brashly and from that moment the two of them rarely agreed on anything and always fought over every decision to be made.

Over the next several months on the Ground, this is how it always was with her and Bellamy; at every turn there was a fight about everything and Clarke grew very tired of it very fast. Why did Bellamy always have to be so brash and stubbourn?! If he would just shut up and hear her side of things without jumping down her throat every other sentence, she was possitive things would go a lot smoother for them and the rest of the 100.

But that was wishful thinking and she knew it. Bellamy was brash, arrogant and stubbourn; there would never be an easy decision with him over anything.

One morning after one of their many arguments, Clarke had stormed off, irrate and fuming. They were arguing over how many of the boys should be aloud to have a gun. Bellamy firmly stated that every person who was on guard duty and anyone part of the hunting party, should carry a weapon at all times.

Clarke strongly disagreed, of course. "Most of these kids are either long-time criminals or at the very least have 1 or 2 assault charges on their record! If we're gonna give them access to weapons we need to pick and choose who has access, otherwise we'll be inviting trouble!"

Bellamy groaned, running a hand down the front of his face. "God, Princess do you always have to make every damn decision I have to make, so hard!? Why don't you get off your high horse for once!" He'd shouted angrily in her face, his breath causing her blonde tresses to fly in her face.

"High horse?! If it wasn't for me you'd be running head-long into 'whatever the hell you wanted' and everyone else would follow right after you; before you know it, we'd have chaos and anarchy!"

Bellamy gritted his teeth and angrily whirled around on Clarke. "This isn't The Arc, Clarke, we have to make do with what we've got here on the ground!" He made an angry gesture of waving his arm towards the rest of the camp.

"Yes, you're right; this isn't The Arc and that's why we need to make better and more carefully thought out decisions! We have to do better this time around, Bellamy. We can't afford to screw up like our ancestors did."

Bellamy shook his head and pressed his lips into a hard line. After taking a few angry steps away from her, hands on his hips he looked once again at the rest of the 100 scattered around the camp and then came back to stand in front of her. He wouldn't meet her eyes at first as he wiped the corners of his mouth with his fingers. "You're never gonna make this easy for me, are you." He looked straight at her then, his expression weary and frustrated.

Clarke shook her head firmly. "You're too brash, Bellamy; someone's gotta keep you in check."

He scowled darkly at her. "So you just volunteered yourself?!"

She was walking away from him now but called over her shoulder. "Yeah, because I'm the only one ballsy enough not to put up with your shit."

He gapped at her back. But she did have a point. If there was one person who could match him hit for hit in stubbourness, it was Clarke Griffin.

It infuriated him to no end but still, he found himself smirking as he looked after her retreating form and he didn't know why.