One week into her freshman year in college and Clarke's schedule was already packed. She had too many classes already, but she knew she had to do some physical activity. She hated to run, she hated the gym, and the only sport she had really practiced was tennis, so she decided to take classes twice a week.

"Name?"

"Griffin, Clarke Griffin."

"Alright Griffin, you're all set for the 5 pm classes on Monday and Wednesday. Your first class is this week on court 7."

"Awesome. Thank you very much." Clarke took the papers and turned to walk out the office, but a voice immediately stopped her.

"So, girl who just said her name in a 'James Bond' way, are you joining the tennis team?"

Clarke turned her head and saw a tall with dark black hair and a huge smile. "Uh, not really, no. Just taking a couple of classes per week. Why? Are you in the tennis team?"

"What? No! God, no! I'm in the soccer team. My brother is tho, he's the captain."

"Soccer team huh? Sounds cool." Clarke said, trying to keep the conversation alive. It was her third day in campus and she hadn't met anyone so far, so she thought it was time to start making some friends.

"Yeah, it is. My brother hates soccer, so I joined the high school team just to piss him off. Turned out I'm good at it, so here I am, four years later and a scholarship at my favorite university."

"Wow, you have a scholarship for playing soccer? You must be really good then."

"I am. I mean, not that I like to brag or whatever, but I've done pretty well in the last couple of years. I'm Octavia, by the way."

"Clarke", she said shaking the other girl's hand.

"So Clarke, do you have plans for tonight? My brother and his friends are having a party in their apartment, I'm sure it'll be packed, you could meet some cool people there."

Clarke was surprised at Octavia's offer. "Hmm, I don't know. I mean, I'm not much of a party person and it'll be weird to be there without knowing anyone."

"Well, you know me now. And to be honest I only know a couple of my brother's friends, it's not like I'll know everyone there either."

"I really don't know, Octavia"

"Call me O. And Clarke, I'm begging you. I don't fucking beg."

"Alright, alright. I'll go. But if you leave me there alone I swear to god I'll leave and never go to a party with you again."

"Deal. The apartment is a couple of blocks from here, we can walk. See you around 9 pm at the main entrance?"

"9 pm it is then. See ya." Clarke said as she started walking towards the exit.

Clarke met Octavia at the entrance as they agreed. They were asking questions and trying to get to know each other while walking. Octavia was definitely a talker. She was enthusiastically telling Clarke about how she chose physical therapy as her major and that she was really scared because she needed good grades in order to maintain her scholarship. That was when Clarke decided she liked Octavia. She has always liked passionate people, and O was definitely one.

They arrived to the party and O introduced her to two guys, Murphy and… was it Atom? Adam? She forgot. She saw a tall guy with long-ish brown hair and freckles approaching to them.

"O! You're here!" He said as she hugged Octavia really tight. "And this is?"

"Bell, this is Clarke, I met her today at the sports department. Clarke, this is Bellamy, my annoying brother."

"Ignore her, she loves me." Bellamy said. "Nice to meet you, Clarke."

"Likewise, Bellamy."

"Well, girls, I have to get back to my beer-pong round, I'm kicking asses and I plan to keep it that way all night. See you around." And he was gone. Clarke and Octavia kept chatting for a while, until they noticed that the place went mute. Clarke realized everyone was looking towards the entrance, so she followed. A tall girl with long, curly, brown hair and emerald eyes was standing with two other people even taller than her.

"Uh-oh." Octavia mouthed.

"What do you mean? Who are they?" Clarke whispered. The noise went back to normal with people cheering and singing.

"She the girl with curly hair?" Clarke nodded. "She is the captain of the Polis University tennis team. They're like the biggest rivals of Bell and his team."

Clarke had only lived for three days in Ton DC but she already knew two things for sure: First, the weather was fucking amazing, and second, the main rivalry of the city was between Polis University and Ark University. "So what are they doing here?"

"I have no idea. I don't think Bellamy invited them since they hate each other. It's not only because they're rivals, something happened two years ago in the final, it got bloody. Either some other asshole invited them and they had the guts to actually attend or they're just crashing the party, which I hope not because this could get messy." Octavia said. The three guys from Polis U made their way thru the room until they found Bellamy. They shook hands with him and the other guys playing beer pong, and then settled in a corner. Not talking, not drinking, only watching.

"No fucking way." Octavia said as she walked towards Bellamy. "Bell, what the hell? Why are they here and shaking hands with you? I thought you hated them."

"Believe me, I do. But the new coach said she had zero tolerance for teen drama, so she and the polis coach made a deal. In order to keep our places in the team we had to invite them and if they wanted to keep their places they had to assist. Apparently the others are coming later."

"Yikes."

"Yeah, I know. But as long as they don't interfere with our fun, I guess we can just ignore them" Bellamy said and then he went back to cheering for Murphy who had just tossed the ball into a cup. Clarke was listening to their conversation, but her attention was somewhere else. She couldn't keep her eyes off the tall girl from Polis. She was mesmerized by her presence. She was pretty, probably the prettiest face she had ever seen in real life. But it was the way the girl was standing, and the way she walked and how she literally made the room go quiet with her entrance that made her so mysterious and interesting.

"Earth calling Clarke" Octavia interrupted her thoughts.

"Sorry, what?"

"I asked if you wanted a beer. And you're drooling, by the way."

"I'm not drooling! And yes please, I'd like a beer."

"Clarke, you just spend 3 full minutes without taking your eyes off the captain of the Polis tennis team. You should at least try to hide it." O said, as she handed a cold beer to Clarke.

"I wasn't looking at her. I was looking at all of them and thinking what could've possibly happened in that final that created so much tension." Clarke lied.

"Sure you were. Now let's go, I see two cute guys over there that won't stop looking at us. We can probably get lucky tonight, Clarke." They spent an hour talking to those guys, and Clarke was beyond done. One of them couldn't shut up about how drunk he was and the other one was mostly flirting with Octavia.

"I need to find the bathroom, be right back." Clarke (finally) excused herself. She found the bathroom but someone was inside so she waited. And waited and waited and waited. Whoever was inside was either dead or dying, so she knocked at the door, "hey, hum, is everything okay there?" she asked.

"Uh, no, it isn't." The girl inside said. "Do… Do you think you could hel… help me?"

"Alright, can you unlock the door?" Clarke heard a click and then she made her way in. Her eyes widened. It was the girl she had been staring at. It was the magnificent girl she had fucking been staring at. Seriously, what where the odds? She was siting against the wall with her eyes closed, and she looked really pale. "Are you okay?"

"I already say no." The girl said, barely beyond a whisper. Clarke kneeled in front of her and took a good look. She didn't seem drunk, she seemed more like sick.

"Are you drunk?" She asked anyway. The girl shook her head. "Okay. Are you dizzy? Have you thrown up or something?" The girl shook her head again but then said "yes, dizzy." Clarke nodded.

"Do you have a name?" she asked, merely for medical purposes, Clarke convinced herself. She needed to check if the girl was conscious.

"Lexa." Lexa. Her name is as majestic as her presence. And her voice, oh god. "Focus, Clarke" she said to herself.

"Alright Lexa, your blood pressure must be low. Did you eat well today?" Lexa nodded. "I need you to wait here; I'll go grab you a candy or a coke, whatever I find first okay? Please don't pass out." Clarke didn't wait for a response; she flew out and quickly explained the situation to the next person in line. She got to the kitchen, opened the fridge and found a coke, she took it and went back to the bathroom. "Here, I need you to drink this, can you?" Again, Lexa nodded. Clarke grabbed Lexa's jaw to open her mouth a little, then she brought the can closer. Lexa took a small sip. "Can you take a longer sip, Lexa?" Clarke asked. Half a coke after, Lexa seemed better. Less pale. The brunette finally opened her eyes and the first thing that she saw was Clarke's eyes. She looked at them for what it seemed like ages. She had never seen such eyes. They were big, blue and beautiful. Who would've thought that the stranger with sexy voice who had been helping her was so pretty? She felt the heat in her face as she flushed. She looked away and started to stand up.

"Whoa! Easy there Lexa! You'll get dizzy again." Clarke said as she helped Lexa stand up.

"I am fine now; I can easily walk out by myself. Thank you for your help…"

"Clarke, it is Clarke."

"Well, thank you for helping me Clarke." Lexa said, and with no further word she walked out. Clarke stood still, confused. "What the hell?" she thought. She had no idea what was she expecting, but it certainly wasn't just a thank you. I mean, she had just spent half an hour helping a complete stranger, taking care of her. "Rude" Clarke mouthed as she walked out the bathroom. She made her way towards Octavia, who was now talking with some other guy.

"Clarke! There you are. I thought you had left."

"I wouldn't do that. A girl was nearly passed out in the bathroom so I helped her"

"Oh, Mother Theresa you are!"

"Shut up, O, she was really pale; I thought she was dying on me. I didn't enroll to pre-med to save strangers' lives in the bathroom, tho."

"I'm sure you'll soon find patients who meet your high standards, Clarke"

"Geez, you're impossible."

"I am. Now, as much fun as I'm having, I think we should go back to the campus, it's late and I'm not drunk enough to deal with other drunk people."

"I agree." Clarke said and they went to say goodbye to Bellamy and his friends. Before leaving, Clarke scanned the placed with her eyes, hoping to see Lexa again, but there was no sign of her, so she just tried to let it go and continued the conversation with Octavia as they walked back to the dorms. Emphasis in "tried", because that night Clarke couldn't stop thinking about Lexa's voice and how pretty her lips were. She thought of what could've happened if she hadn't vanished like she did. Maybe they could've chatted; Clarke could've gotten to know Lexa. She wanted to know things about her. Fuck, she wanted to solve the mystery that Lexa was.