Getting wasted the night before your first day of college wasn't Octavia's brightest idea, to date. But Octavia has been her friend since the 6th grade and she always managed to provide a convincing argument, tonight's being; 'You haven't left this dorm since we moved in and fuckface Finn broke your half homo heart.', which she wasn't entirely wrong about but Clarke saw nothing wrong with studying before the semester started, which was tomorrow.
The thought of waking up at the ass crack of dawn with the exact taste of ass in her mouth before a class at 8am wasn't Clarke's idea of a good time but she had been itching to go out and enjoy herself ever since Finn fucked her over.
Ah yes, Finn Collins, the supposed 'bad boy' with a soft side had broken Clarke's heart.
2 months ago.
Catching your boyfriend macking on some chick at a party wasn't the best sight for Clarke, and neither was Finn's disgusting attempt at groveling, claiming that, 'she came onto me I swear.' and the smell of whiskey from his breath. Clarke knew what was good for her and dumped him right there on the spot and then proceeded to cry in Octavia's arms for a solid two weeks afterwards.
Octavia picked Clarke up off the floor countless times and she herself been single for so long that she'd almost forgot what a relationship was, Clarke's breakup with Finn didn't exactly push Octavia onto the dating scene, which Clarke feels guilty for. They managed to move into their dorms a few weeks before term started because Arkadia College was all about 'getting to know your surroundings', even offering hobbies like gardening or meditation, which Clarke thought she might need but she saw the yoga teacher pop a few pills before class so she might pass.
It was a Sunday night and the famous Bellamy Blake was throwing yet another frat party, how he got into a frat before the term even started Clarke will never know. This was the 7th party that he had hosted in the past 3 weeks and Clarke didn't know how everyone that attended every single one of them was still alive.
The Blake siblings were known for being party animals all through high school and throwing the best parties that people talked about for months after, Clarke met Bellamy the same year she met Octavia and they instantly hit it off. Everyone thought the were dating throughout high school when in reality Bellamy had become her brother and Octavia her sister, the three had formed a strong bond that intensified when her father, Jake Griffin, died in a construction accident when she was 17.
"Clarke come on, it's already 7:30 and Bellamy's party has been going for a solid 2 minutes." Octavia whined, shoving her phone in Clarke's face which displayed various snapchats from people she's never met and their drunken times.
"O I have an 8am class tomorrow morning, can't you see this is a bad idea?" groaning and throwing an arm over her eyes Clarke sinked further into her couch, well technically it was Octavia who found it on the side of the road but those details are miniscule at the moment. The animalistic noise that left Octavia's mouth made Clarke smirk.
Letting out an exasperated sigh Octavia threw her keys at Clarke, "You're just doing this to piss me off. Now you're the designated driver, so no more drinking for you sugar tits", she smiled, checking her phone for the updated snapchat stories and all the fun she was missing out on. Clarke laid there, arm still over her eyes, keys now in hand and sighed before giving in.
"Fiiine let's go," she was squashed by Octavia jumping onto the couch in excitement, "but why do we need the car?" she wheezed from under Octavia's weight, "Bellamy's frat is literally across the street, like literally you walk out of our building and it's right in front of you." she paused, "across the street."
Looking as if Clarke had grown another head, Octavia simply supplied, "I don't want to get sweaty on the walk there AND you know how I get when I'm drunk." Clarke nodded at that and attempted to push Octavia off her before she paused.
"Wait," her eyes widened, "why would YOU have the keys if you were going to be drinking?" Octavia simply shrugged before rising to her feet quickly. "Best get ready Clarkey Poo! Who knows, maybe you'll pick up a hot chick this time!" she winked. Clarke raised to her feet quickly and continued her interrogation, ignoring the jab Octavia had made.
"You were going to make me the driver irregardless because you knew that I wouldn't leave you hang out to dry so..." pausing for dramatic effect, "I had no choice in going to this frat party did I?" pointing an accusatory finger at Octavia and glaring.
"Well when you put it that way, it does sound like it's against your will." Clarke let out a laugh, "You're a piece of work O." smiling and shaking her head she walked into her bedroom and proceeded to change in record time. She did a once over in the mirror her reflection was staring back at her, wearing a white shirt that had Hooter's printed across her tits, blue jeans, her father's watch and a pair of boots, Clarke deemed her outfit suitable for the function that was Bellamy's frat parties. Nodding to herself once she came out of her room and heard Octavia shout before opening the door.
"Yeah BUT you love me you raging homo."
"Hey! Half homo." Clarke shouted after her with a mock glare which Octavia let out a loud squark at. "SURE you are honey." and proceeded to laugh all the way down the hall. "I'm going to kill that girl one day." Clarke muttered to herself before pocketing her phone and picking up the discarded keys and locking the door behind her.
They arrived at Bellamy's party at 7:37 and half the college campus seemed to be there, Clarke knew literally none of the people and pushed her way through the crowd at the front door, Octavia in tow. When they finally reached the kitchen Octavia broke away from Clarke's grip to raid the fridge of all the good beer before anyone else could get their hands on it.
Clarke pocketed her keys and made an attempt to look like she belonged there, Bellamy had invited her to every one of his parties but she politely declined each invite, too heartbroken to be hit on by drunken 20 something year olds. Speak of the devil the man himself stumbled into the kitchen, his shirt askew and a boyish smile plastered across his face, upon seeing Clarke his eyes lit up like a kid on christmas.
"PRINCESS!" running over and picking Clarke up as if she weighed nothing, Bellamy jumped up and down singing, "for she's a jolly good fellow, for she's a jolly good fellow, for she's a good fellow!" by the third line half the party had decided to join in, living a bright tinge of red upon Clarke's face. Bellamy continued singing horribly out of tune but Clarke couldn't seem to hear him properly as she locked eyes with a stranger.
Okay, scratch that, a completely hot stranger. Losing what little breath she had, thanks to Bellamy's tight grip, Clarke couldn't take her eyes off of the mysterious girl who was smirking whilst sipping what she presumed was beer from her red solo cup. Octavia finally convinced Bellamy to drop Clarke which broke her out of her staring contest.
"I'm so glad you're here Princess, it's been so long since I've seen you in the social scene!" his breath reeked of cheap beer and chips but Clarke could see that mischievous twinkle in his eyes, Bellamy Blake was here to make some trouble tonight.
"What're you planning Bell?" she asked amusedly to which he replied with a typical Blake sibling shrug and ducked out of the kitchen in a blink of an eye. Octavia watched her brother go before turning to Clarke and handing her a cold beer, "You're lucky you're getting anything considering you're the designated driver." Clarke rolled her eyes before screwing the top off of her beer and taking a chug, "O, you and I both know that we'll end up leaving the car here and picking it up in like 2 weeks."
Octavia laughed at that, "Just like the ole days huh?" Clarke nodded in agreement before taking another swig of her beer, only to practically spit it onto Octavia when she saw the mysterious girl from before.
"Woah learn to handle your liquor Griffin," wiping spit from her face and following Clarke's line of sight. "Oooooh-wee who is she?" raising her eyebrows in amusement and scanning the said girl that Clarke was eying up.
"I have no idea." gulping when the girl made eye contact with her once again Clarke offered a small smile which felt more like a grimace but the girl turned away before she could see it. "You're so off your game princess." Octavia chuckled before grabbing Clarke's beer and taking a swig, "Ahh that hits the spot, it kills the dread of college for a solid minute." breaking eye contact with the back of the hot girl's head, which was very nice and was coated with long dark brown hair that held intricate braids, Clarke laughed at Octavia before taking the beer back and leaning against a counter.
"You know that I didn't force you to come to college, you could have pretended that you were going on a year break to your parents and in reality stayed at home crying over the men you can't be with." chuckling at Octavia's glare and sipping her beer she supplied with, "Hey at least you're not doing Pre-Med! Think about the positives!" rolling her eyes at Clarke's faux positivity Octavia turned away to open the fridge and grab herself a beer of her own.
"Yeah well I'm not an idiot like you Clarke Griffin," unscrewing the top off and taking a healthy swig she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, "I don't even know if I want to do physical studies, like DO I want to be a trainer or gym teacher? DO I really?" both the girls sipped at their beers in thought before Bellamy stumbled back into the kitchen.
"Guys come on! You've been here like 10 years already so let's get this party OFFICIALLY STARTED!" cheering out the last part of his sentence, the rest of the party cheered in agreement with Bellamy before the music was blasted louder and everyone intensified their drunk dancing.
Sharing a smile with Octavia the two girls proceeded into the living area and danced with beers in hand, they were having a good time until someone knocked into Clarke and made her spill her beer onto her Hooter's shirt. Her favourite shirt. Turning around with venom in her mouth ready to strike Clarke locked eyes with yet another one of her best friends.
Raven fucking Reyes.
"AYE BLONDIE!" practically jumping into Clarke's arms and screaming her declaration of love into Clarke's ears, Raven was known for this kind of behavior, drunk or sober. Octavia made quick work of grabbing Clarke's beer before she dropped it at the sheer weight of Raven in her arms. Letting her face split into a wide grin Clarke hugged Raven back before placing her two feet onto the floor.
"Someone's already had a drink or two I'm presuming." Clarke joked before ruffling Raven's hair and earning a pout from the girl in the process. "You know it space lady, I'm going to drown all my sorrows tonight so I can focus on all the work I'm totally going to be doing tomorrow!" the enthusiasm was real unlike Raven's words but Clarke couldn't help but agree with the girl.
Raven had decided to go Arkadia College as soon as she found out all her friends were going, on top of the fact they had a kick ass mechanics course. Raven was known amongst Clarke's friends to repair practically anything, her Dad was a mechanic who worked in the car shop across from the school that Clarke attended, growing up with a mechanical father was bound to make a mechanical daughter.
Raven Reyes met Clarke and the Blake siblings in junior year, her mother moved out to teach at the high school, Spanish teacher to be exact. There was a period where her and Bellamy had a thing that no one knew about and was only revealed senior year, the both of them remained best friends that occasionally ended up in bed together. Raven and Octavia had become created the ultimate bromance, always ganging up on Clarke when it came to snowball fights or beer pong competitions, Clarke didn't mind half the time because she knew how to hold her own and always ended up beating the two, with the aid of Monty or Jasper.
"Have you seen Monty and Jasper yet?" she shouted over the music, she hadn't seen the duo ever since they moved into their dorms, she couldn't help but admit that she missed the two and their pranks they constantly pulled on the group. "Yeah they're out the back playing beer pong and they're kicking Miller and Lincoln's asses!" laughing at herself Raven grabbed Clarke's hand who proceeded to quickly grab Octavia's free hand that wasn't holding the beers and drag her along with them.
There were various couches and bean bags scattered outside, some people surrounded a bonfire pit and were throwing random objects in before cheering every time they got a reaction, there was a table tennis set up which Jasper, Monty, Miller and who Clarke guessed was Lincoln were playing on, a massive crowd surrounding them. They were always known for attracting crowds at parties Clarke thought to herself before letting go of her friend's hands and walking towards the table.
"Aye Griffin's in the hizz-ouse!" Jasper greeted Clarke with one armed hug before throwing the table tennis ball and landing it into Lincoln and Miller's cups. "Oh come on bullshit you got that in without cheating!" Miller complained before Lincoln removed the ball and chugged the cup's contents, grimacing as he did.
"I never cheat! You just don't understand the basic laws of physics and such!" Jasper protested, removing his arm from around Clarke's shoulders and high-fiving Monty who in turn reached out to hug Clarke as well. "Good to see you again Clarke." Monty whispered with a smile and Clarke thanked him, like Octavia, Monty had helped her through the tough part of her breakup. Breaking away from Clarke he watched as Miller attempted to throw the ball into one of his cups, only to laugh as he missed miserably.
"Miller you might as well give up because no one has ever defeated Jasper and Monty at this." Octavia laughed from Clarke's side, Raven hanging off her arm. "Oh just you wait Blake, my boy Lincoln will win this game for me." smacking said man in the chest Miller laughed, "This is Lincoln by the way guys, he's doing..." stroking his stubble he clicked his fingers in the eureka pose before continuing, "physical studies! Like my girl Octavia over here."
Octavia seemed to have lost her voice, staring at Lincoln with wide eyes so Clarke stepped in. "Nice to meet you Lincoln," giving the man a small wave before nudging Octavia on the shoulder, "Oh! Yeah n-nice to meet you." Octavia managed to get out causing Raven to laugh before saying her greeting, "She doesn't normally form sentences around hot guys, honey." Octavia glared at Raven, a blush covering her cheeks.
Lincoln laughed at Raven's bluntness, "No worries, I can't normally form sentences around pretty girls." winking at Octavia before catching the ball that Monty threw before it went into his cup. "Hey! That's cheating you can't do that!" Monty protested throwing his hands up in the air like a crazed football fan. Clarke watched the eye contact between Lincoln and Octavia and made quick movement to grab Raven off her arm.
"Want to try?" holding his palm out open with the ball in it towards Octavia who took a moment before nodding furiously and joining Lincoln by his side. Raven leaned into Clarke's ear and whispered, "What's to bet they'll be fucking by the end of the week?" Clarke chuckled before whispering back, "I bet the end of the night grease monkey."
Raven held out her palm, swaying in Clarke's arms in doing so, "I bet you ten tacos Griffin." laughing at Raven's source of payments Clarke shook her unsteady hand and returned her attention back to the game. Octavia had managed to sink the ball into the cup which earned a cheer from the crowd. "Thank you thank you, I'm here all night." bowing her head to the crowd and high-fiving Lincoln and Miller.
"Come on that doesn't count! She's not even on your team!" Jasper protested yet again, taking this new addition to the other team seriously. "Well technically she is." Miller stepped away from Octavia's side and offered her a quick wink before joining Raven and Clarke on the sidelines. Monty and Jasper groaned in annoyance before finally accepting the change in teammates. Clarke couldn't help but shake her head in amusement at the pair, they had always taken their beer pong seriously, ever since high school where they were crowned the 'Official Kings of Pong' the two have kept their undefeated streak until this day.
It must be something with the laws of nature or physics or chemistry, Clarke was never quite sure but they had mysterious ways of perfecting their technique.
"I'm off to find Bell, he's gotta see this!" Raven announced before slipping off Clarke and stumbling out of the crowd and back into the house. Clarke checked the time on her watch, 8:10, holy shit she thought. Time really does fly when you're having fun. Eying her drink that Octavia had placed on the beer pong table she swiped it before taking another swig of her beer.
Maybe she could let loose and enjoy this 'last night of freedom', as Octavia and Raven had deemed it, surely she won't regret it tomorrow morning. Raven returned with Bellamy who had arrived with a few shots in hand, one of which he handed to Clarke before winking at her and downing it. Clarke shrugged and thought, why not? Downing the shot, which fucking burned her throat, Clarke continued to watch the game, cheering when Jasper scored yet anther cup.
"5 tacos that the Kings will take out these weaklings." Raven said to Clarke, outstretching her hand yet again. "I bet your ass 10 tacos that they'll take them out in the next 5 minutes." Clarke challenged with a smirk, Bellamy gasped from in-between them, watching the bet play out. "Nah nah more like 10 minutes and you're on sweet cheeks." Raven shook her hand yet again and smiled to herself, already claiming her tacos.
"Wait so what happens if Clarke wins?" Miller questioned from Raven's side, obviously watching the bet go down. "If Clarke's right then Raven owes her..." pausing to count on his fingers, "10 tacos because she accepted Clarke's challenge of 10 tacos but added more time!" proud of himself for working it out, Bellamy high-fived himself, causing the group to laugh.
"Yeah I think that's how it works, I mean I'm too drunk to really know the rules." Raven slurred with a smile before taking Clarke's beer and taking a swig from it. "Sounds like a pretty hefty bet, 10 tacos is a lot." Miller commented with a smile and shake of his head.
"You bet your ass it is baby!" Raven agreed at the top of her lungs which caused Monty to throw his ball a little off centre and miss the cup he was aiming for. "Nooooo!" he shouted before running his hands through his hair and turning to Jasper to whisper what appeared to be team tactics into his ear. Clarke looked over at Lincoln and Octavia who seemed to have taking a liking to each other, smiling and laughing and- Did Octavia just place her hand on Lincoln's shoulder?
Clarke smirked to herself, she was so going to win her first bet with Raven. Scanning her eyes around the back yard Clarke felt a sense of giddiness go through her, she was finally at a party and she hadn't thought about Finn or college and she was having genuine fun with her friends. Smiling and directing her eyes back to the game she scanned over something which made her stop in her tracks.
Mysterious hot chick was back and she was staring directly at Clarke. Like directly. Into Clarke's soul. Feeling all the air rush out of her lungs Clarke couldn't help but look away, a blush warming her cheeks. Taking a quick breath and looking back she saw that the girl was still maintaining eye contact but now leaning over to someone next to her. A really hot someone who was next to her, like seriously can cheekbones even be that naturally intense?
Cheekbone girl laughed at something hot girl said before also looking at Clarke. Clarke didn't know whether to run or continue the eye contest but one thing's for sure, hot girl was fucking hot. Deciding to finally break eye contact she redirected her attention back to the game which hadn't moved from the last point considering Lincoln and Octavia were flirting and Jasper and Monty were discussing team tactics.
Miller seemed to have left for a moment when Clarke wasn't paying attention because he returned with a shot of something that smelt like nail polish remover. Vodka. Well fuck, Clarke thought, might as well go out with a bang. She accepted Miller's shot and downed it, almost gagging on its contents but enjoyed the warm burn that settled within her chest. Miller offered her a smile and she smiled in return, yeah, she definitely wasn't going to regret this tomorrow morning.