Pressing her lips together Clarke holds herself a little tighter. Her jaw is clenched, her frown engulfing her entire face. Swallowing thickly she thinks about what he said, what she's just done.

All of the things he said might be valid and true for him, but they are not true for her. Caring is all she's got and it makes her mad. Sex is painful and so worth it, but not something to just be done and the person discarded.

"Too late for that," she spits pushing herself away from the counter, inadvertently taking a step towards him. "You know what, whatever Bellamy. Screw whoever you want. Fuck your way through Darrow. I'm the idiot who cares. I should go."