A/N: Hello you guys! Alright... I has some stuffs to say :P Firstly, to my Emison readers, do not hate me. I'm going through some things at the moment, and I haven't been in the mood to write my Emison story. However, I started this Clexa story and it's helping me get through some of the things I'm working through atm, and I just love writing it :D So, I decided that I may as well post it!

OMG! HI! I'm so sorry I didn't even introduce myself for anyone who hasn't seen me! I imagine that may be quite a few - seeing as this is a ship I haven't yet written for! Firstly, hello! I'm Tana! I'm a crazy lesbian who loves to write and ship things! I've written stories for Brittana, Quinntana and Dantana (GLEE), as well as Emison (PLL), Karmy (Faking It), and Hollstein (Carmilla)! This is my first The 100 fic, and therefore my first Clexa fic. I fell in love with this couple before I even watched the show, and once I watched it, I got hooked into the plot that wasn't even Clexa based. But omg, Clexa.

Before I get into anything, lemme explain the title of this story. It's the first story title that I've used that isn't straight forward, I guess. Mo Li Hua is a song in Chinese that translates directly to "Jasmine Flower". It's a lullaby sort of song, and I feel like the plot I have for this story sort of goes with it. If you YouTube it, there are different versions of choirs singing it. There are different arrangements, but they're all similar and beautiful. I like to listen to it when I need to relax :)

Alrighty! So! This is how I work for those who don't know me!

Italics are thoughts/flashbacks/dreams - such things will be specified.

Bold is texts/emails/letters/journal entries - such things will also be specified.

I give a shoutout to every 50th reviewer. I answer as many reviews as possible, and I answer many guest reviews on my Twitter at BrittzandTana :) I'm always at least a few chapters ahead, so requests will be considered but not always used. This is an AU fic, so it will not follow anything to do with the show necessarily. I excluded a lot of characters - I've read a lot of AU Clexa fics in which every single character has a new role - I don't roll like that usually lol. But I do have all of our favorites in here :)

Another note, for me, M doesn't mean Porn :P There will definitely be smut, but if you're looking for a smutty fic to satisfy that part of your needs, you're in the wrong place. Also, I've finally started using the world "fuck" in my stories (whoa look at me I'm so bad) xP Aside from those two things, there will also be drinking etc etc etc... That's all though =D

So... I hope that you all like this story! :D Sorry I held you all up! Usually my long A/Ns are at the bottom of the chapter :P

Disclaimer: I do NOT own The 100!

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High school had always seemed like a dream to Clarke. A place where things would become life changing – completely different from the way they'd always been. She'd have more friends than just her best friend Wells, she'd have more to do than homework and drawing, she'd have a social life to hop into when she left school... That dream hadn't come true for her by any means. As she got ready for her first day of junior year, she couldn't help but question how she had been so happy to start high school two years ago.

Sighing, she glanced at the time on her phone. Six thirty. She would have to leave in the next ten minutes to make it to school on time. Luckily, just a few days prior, her mom had finally decided to buy her a car. It wasn't anything special, but it was better transportation than sitting on an awful school bus full of delinquents.

That's how Clarke viewed most of her peers. Sure, at one point in her childhood she had imagined that she would be like most of them, but now that felt not like a dream – but more like a nightmare. At least, that's what she told herself as she finished her thin eyeliner, gave herself a dull look into the mirror, and then left her bathroom. She couldn't do anything about her life – it was what it was. She only had two more years of high school to go through anyway.

Skipping breakfast, Clarke grabbed her backpack, left her house before her mother could pester her about having everything with her, and got into her new car. Exhaling slowly, she buckled her seat belt and made her way to school.

Patchwork High School was just as plain as any other high school. There were the standard social divisions, although considering some places, Clarke supposed that the divisions were slightly more fluid than normal. There wasn't a clear "top of the social pyramid" group though, which was nice.

Clarke wasn't really in a specific group. She had her best friend – Wells – and then she had a couple of people that she could call friends – though it was a bit of stretch. She sat with them at lunch and had a few classes with them – Jasper and Monty.

The new, fancy Bluetooth function in her new car came into affect as she received a call from her best friend. She answered it with a button on her steering wheel. "Hey, Wells! I'm on my way!"

"Cool! See you in a few, then!" came his voice over the sound system, followed by a brief beeping to indicate that he'd hung up the phone. Clarke exhaled some of her bitterness about high school as she drove onto the campus, allowing herself to feel slightly refreshed. School wasn't awful – if she just considered the learning part. She loved to learn. Art was her favorite class, though, and there was actually a decent art teacher at her school, which she loved.

Pulling her car into her new parking lot, Clarke allowed herself to feel a little bit happier. She saw Wells approaching her and her new car, smiling. "Wow, I'm jealous," he stated, looking at the car as Clarke climbed out of it.

"No you're not. Your car is your life. Every other car is inferior in your mind, Wells," Clarke said, rolling her eyes.

Wells laughed and gave her his signature nice guy smile. Wells was a good friend. He was cool about most things, and easy to talk to. "Yeah, you're right," Wells teased, smiling a toothy smile. "Shall we enter the school for the first time as upperclassmen?"

"I won't feel like an upperclassman until I'm a senior, Wells," Clarke stated, laughing lightly. "But let's do it."

They walked out of the parking lot and headed for the school, passing groups of people that they had no interest in talking to. Clarke knew most of them, if she was being honest, though. She paid a lot of attention to people at her school. There was the quiet, but close knit people like Jasper and Monty, who had been best friends for years. Then there were girls like Harper and her gal pals, who talked in small groups and giggled about whatever it was they talked about. Then there were the sporty guys, and the sporty girls, and the stuck up girls... Clarke could name a lot of them, but she didn't really care enough to.

"Are you excited for junior year?" Wells questioned politely, smiling at the blonde.

Clarke managed a small smile back. "I don't know yet. It's going to be just like any other school year, except with the PSAT and the SAT and AP tests..."

"Way to focus on the negative," Wells teased. "Come on, you know it's not going to be awful."

"Actually, I don't know anything for sure," Clarke countered, smirking. "I guess we'll find out eventually though, right?"

Wells smiled and nodded. Clarke looked ahead of her as she entered the school, her eyes dragging over groups of people and wondering what it would be like if she were apart of a big friend group, like she had imagined she would in high school. It was hard to do, especially after her long summer.

"Your locker stayed the same?" Wells questioned as they turned the same corner that they had turned for two years in a row to get to their lockers.

"Yep," Clarke answered, giving him a sidelong glance, "yours?"

"Yeah," Wells answered, flashing her a wide smile. Their lockers were only a few lockers apart, and it had been that way ever since freshman year. Clarke gave her best friend a small smile in return, and located her same old locker. Turning the dial carefully, she unlocked the metal case just as the first bell rang. Clarke exhaled slowly. School was officially back. "Hey, do you want to meet up during lunch?"

"Yeah, sure," Clarke answered, not really paying attention to what he was saying. She was back to feeling dreary about school starting.

"Cool, text me when you get out of your free period?" Wells asked, his voice sounding hopeful, like it did every time he asked her to hang out.

"Sure," Clarke answered, giving him a lame half smile before finishing up at her locker – unloading the textbooks for the second half of her day and shoving them into the case – and then closing it. "See you."

She heard him say goodbye to her as she was walking away, and she started toward her new first period. As she entered the room, her eyes scanned over the people involuntarily. She caught on some faces she remembered, and some that she didn't particularly care to remember.

The room wasn't by any means quiet. Friends were catching up and chatting endlessly, a two girls in the corner were talking significantly louder than the rest of the class. Clarke eyed them wordlessly, wondering if they were trying to be obnoxious or if they were just loud people.

She recognized them after a second though – Octavia Blake and her best friend Raven Reyes. They were two of those people who you sometimes just couldn't take your eyes off of, because they were quirky and loud but they couldn't care less what people thought of them. Clarke sort of admired that.

Clarke and her shy self sat down in the back of the classroom, near Octavia and Raven, but not adjacent. The bell to signify the start of first period rang out, and everyone rushed to find a seat as the teacher strolled into the room. He looked pointedly at the group in front of him, and sighed as his eyes caught on Raven and Octavia sitting next to one another.

"Miss Blake, Miss Reyes, don't think that I don't remember you both in my Honors Level class last year. Just because you're in AP History now doesn't mean that you suddenly get to sit next to each other and gossip through my lectures," the teacher said, narrowing his eyes. Clarke eyed Octavia and Raven. The former was smirking as she stood up, grabbing her backpack.

"It was worth a shot, Mr. Sanchez," Octavia chimed. She glanced around the room, and her eyes caught onto the only other empty seat in the room – next to Clarke. She weaved her way through the desks and plopped down into it, tossing her backpack down next to her.

As Mr. Sanchez began to introduce himself to people who hadn't taken the class – like Clarke – Octavia turned her head to look at the blonde. "Hey, I'm Octavia."

Clarke's eyebrows raised as she realized that the brunette was talking to her. "Oh, hi, I'm Clarke."

"That's a cool name," Octavia commented. "There's something fierce about it."

Clarke gave the girl a confused smile, and then Mr. Sanchez cleared his throat. "Miss Blake, please do not make me move you again on the first day of school."

"I won't make you do anything, Mr. Sanchez," Octavia called, giving him a quirky smile. The class let out a few chuckles, and Clarke felt one end of her mouth quirking up into a smile. Octavia had always seemed pretty cool in her eyes.

The brunette didn't make any move to talk to Clarke again for the rest of the class period, which Clarke was mildly happy about if only because she didn't want to get in trouble in her first class period of her first day of junior year.

Near the end of class, though, Mr. Sanchez decided that he was done talking for the day and waved his hand at them to do whatever until the bell rang. Everyone started falling into their little groups and talking and, to Clarke's surprise, Octavia turned to her. "Are you new, Clarke? I've never seen you around before."

Clarke tried not to laugh or frown – though she wasn't sure which exactly she would have done. "No, I'm not new. We've just never had any classes together."

Octavia didn't seem to be fazed by hearing that Clarke was not in fact new to the school, and Clarke took that to mean that either the brunette didn't care about the answer, or she didn't really know anybody besides her own friend group. Raven suddenly appeared next to Octavia, sitting on the desk top. "This is Raven," Octavia introduced, looking to Clarke. "Raven, this is Clarke."

"Hey," Raven greeted, eyeing Clarke suspiciously. "Sorry if Octavia is freaking you out. She does that sometimes."

Clarke couldn't hide her smile. She wasn't the most social person ever, and she tended to assume the worst in people, which wasn't a great quality, but these girls seemed genuinely nice. "She's not freaking me out," Clarke promised, laughing a quiet laugh. "The energy is refreshing actually."

"Don't get out much?" Octavia asked. Clarke didn't much like the question, but she could tell that Octavia didn't mean it in any bad way.

The blonde just shrugged in response. "Don't have many places to get out to." Octavia looked up at Raven with a hopeful expression that confused Clarke. Raven waved Octavia off as if she was a small child, and the other brunette rolled her eyes. Clarke felt as though they had just had a silent conversation that she would never understand.

The bell rang to end first period, and Raven hopped off of the desk to go grab her stuff from hers. As she did so, Octavia and Clarke both rose from their seats, but before either of them left, Octavia said, "Hey, Clarke, you seem cool."

Clarke raised an eyebrow at the blonde. "Do I? You spoke to me to for like five minutes." She couldn't help but smirk a little bit.

Octavia shrugged. "I know when I'm going to like people," she stated. "You should find us at lunch."

Clarke blinked. "Oh, thanks, but I'm eating lunch with my friend Wells." Octavia looked over over real quickly, and then she smiled.

"Okay. Well, if you change your mind, he's welcome to join, too," Octavia proclaimed. "See you tomorrow if not!"

The brunette was gone, off talking to Raven as she exited the room, before Clarke could even wonder why Octavia would want her to sit with them at lunch. They had literally just met.

Shrugging it off, Clarke left the class and headed down the hall.

Later, her fourth period was a free period, and her lunch followed suit. She sent a text to Wells to meet her at their normal lunch table, where Jasper and Monty were already seated. "Hey, guys," she greeted as she approached them. "How's your first day?"

"Not bad," Monty answered for both of them, shrugging. "Yours?"

"Same," Clarke answered, sliding her lunch out of her backpack and opening it up. Just a sandwich and an apple, but she wasn't usually very hungry during lunch anyway. "How's your AP Technology course?"

"Fine, not near as interesting as Jasper's art class," Monty answered, looking at his best friend pointedly.

Jasper blinked. "Shut up, dude! What happened to the bro code?"

"That's a thing of the past, bro," Monty insisted, laughing. "Jasper met a girl in his art class."

Clarke raised an eyebrow. "A girl, huh? Also, when exactly did you start taking an art class?"

"It's just art history," Jasper stated, shrugging. "It's not like I'm suddenly doodling pictures like you do all day."

"That is not what I do all day," Clarke insisted, shaking her head. She was very friendly with Jasper and Monty, but they really didn't know each other all that well.

Wells suddenly joined them at the table. "Hey, guys. Hey, Clarke."

"Hey," Clarke returned. "How was the first day of year three?"

"Not bad," Wells answered, smiling. Clarke returned it with a small smile of her own, before taking a bite of her sandwich. Her eyes began to naturally scan around the cafeteria, but she wasn't sure what she was looking for until her eyes fell on a group sitting all the way across the cafeteria. Octavia was one of the people sitting there, as well as Raven. Clarke easily recognized the two boys sitting with them – Bellamy Blake, Octavia's brother, and then Finn Collins. Clarke was pretty sure that Finn and Raven dated off and on a lot.

They were talking loudly and laughing, and Clarke could even tell from far across the cafeteria that they were very close. She felt a pang of something like longing in her chest suddenly.

"What's up?" Wells interrupted her thoughts with his words, and Clarke shrugged.

"You know Octavia Blake?" Clarke questioned. Wells gave her a brief nod. "She's in my first period and she asked me to sit with her and her friends at lunch today."

Wells turned his head to look in the direction of the group that Clarke at been eyeing. "Well, good thing you didn't. That group is weird."

"What do you mean?" Clarke questioned.

"They just are," Wells answered, shrugging. "They party more than they do anything else, and they're all so attached to each other that it's weird."

"It's not that weird," Clarke argued, eyeing the group again. "They seem fun."

Wells let out a small laugh. "If you say so. Frankly, I'm content with staying right here with our friends." The way he said it was almost final, and Clarke frowned. "Come on, you tired of us already?"

Clarke forced a smile. "Of course not."

Her eyes strayed back to the group though, just as another member of it approached the table. Clarke knew her by name only, and she didn't know much about her. Lexa Tierra. She was just another member of the friend group, though she didn't seem as loud as she joined the group.

Clarke forced her eyes away from them again and focused on the new conversation that was happening between her best friend and their two other friends. "What about you Wells?" Monty was asking. "Met any hot girls yet?"

"It's like half a day into junior year," Wells muttered, suddenly put off. Clarke raised her eyebrow at her best friend, but didn't question his dislike of the question. Despite their closeness, Clarke rarely talked to Wells about girls.

Monty shrugged. "Jasper found one, and we all know that out of the two of you, you're way more likable."

Jasper scowled at his best friend and began to say something in retribution, but Clarke found herself zoning out as she finished her sandwich and bit instead into her apple. Her blue eyes flickered across the cafeteria until they caught back on the group of people. She was so drawn to them, and why?

Her eyes, though, were drawn suddenly to an even more specific person. Lexa Tierra. She found it slightly odd that they were, because she didn't really know much about the girl other than her name and what she looked like. She had gorgeous hair, for one thing, dark locks that fell in small, gentle waves down to the center of her back.

Unsure as to why she was suddenly appreciating this girl's beauty, Clarke forced her out of her mind. Glancing at her cell phone and taking note of the end of lunch drawing near, Clarke closed up her lunch bag and gave Wells a plain smile. "Have a good rest of your first day."

As the bell rang, she left the table without another word, wondering why she was suddenly feeling so different.

I think that the beginning of this story is a little loose and disconnected, as you might see in the next two chapters, but after that it should solidify nicely :)

So this was just the start - it was a little longer than most of my first chapters, but so far every chapter of this story that I have written is about this length :)

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