Clarke was bored. So unbelievable bored. It was exam time and both Raven and Octavia had talked her into going to the library to study every day this week so far. Each time, Clarke only made it about three pages through her Philosophy textbook before beginning to doodle on the Post-its that were meant for her notes.

It was the fourth day of sitting in the musky, dim library when she had decided enough was enough. She huffed loudly and closed her large book, earning a few glares from the people sitting around the other tables. "Guys", she whined, whispering quite loudly to the girls on the other side of the table. "I can't concentrate on Aristotle anymore." Clarke preferred hands-on learning methods – hence her major being Visual Arts – but she needed to have credits from outside of her major as well so she chose Philosophy, assuming that the principles of being would seem interesting. Needless to say, she was wrong.

The two girls both ignored her, already attuned to the blonde's incessant complaining.

"Seriously, I want to bash my head on this table." She waited for a response, scowling at her friends as her arms were crossed in front of her chest. Her eyes gazed around the room, hoping to find something that would peak her interest but they had found nothing; just rows on rows of books and an unsettling amount of disinterest. She glanced at the clock on the wall, noticing that her feeling of death from boredom had come to her in all of only 20 minutes of being there. If Octavia hadn't suggested leaving their phones back in the dorms then maybe she could have wasted time playing 1010 or Words with Friends against Bellamy – a worthy opponent. Clarke sighed and stood up from her chair; maybe a walk would help.

Slow. Oh so slow. A slow and steady pace in and out of every single isle of that floor is what she did and yet, somehow because the world hates her, the walk only lasted a total of ten minutes. "Unbelievable", she muttered to herself as she slouched back into her uncomfortable plastic chair. This time, she decided she would survey the other students as they quietly worked and typed away furiously at keyboards. Maybe she would find some inspiration for her final piece in Professor Kane's drawing course.

Her eyes landed on a boy with shaggy, black hair and a face with child-like features; the fact that he needs a haircut is all she can associate him to. In his hands was a textbook named Polynomials 2526; ugh, math. She moved on from him to the opposite side of the room where there was a redhead silently talking to someone through her headphones – presumably a boyfriend after Clarke eavesdropped and heard the girl claiming that the toilet seat should be put back down or else they'd have problems. Clarke glanced at the single-seat table near the window. Wow. She was beautiful. Her long, brown curly hair was down and her green eyes were focused on Northrop Frye's The Educated Imagination. She wore jeans and combat boots along with a coral tank under her blue button up. This girl was stunning.

"Stare and harder, Clarke" chided Octavia.

She blushed slightly but tried to play it off like she hadn't just been caught ogling the brunette. "What are you talking about? I'm looking at the clouds outside; I'm trying to find some inspiration."

Raven looked up from her laptop and scoffed. "Oh please, you're practically undressing her with your eyes!"

Her gaze dropped to her white Converse. She was caught.

"Just go talk to her."

Clarke rolled her eyes. "And say what, Octavia?"

"Oh come on, Clarke. You're hot! People drool over you at parties all the time. If I wasn't with Wick, I'd totally do you out of total respect for your bangin' abs", Raven explained jokingly. Clarke, she knew, unfortunately was always nervous about approaching people, generally letting them seek her out first.

"I can't. I should really get back to studying."

Five minutes had gone by and although the blonde did reopen her textbook, her brain wouldn't cooperate when told to focus. Instead, she found herself sneaking glances at the girl by the window.

All of the sudden, the girl was getting up from her seat. Clarke quickly shifted her gaze back to her book and hoped the girl had not noticed her staring. She wanted to talk to her – she really did – she just didn't know what to say. The blonde nervously chewed her lip as she watched the stranger disappear into one of the isles of books. An idea formed in her mind and she swiftly reached for a pen and her Post-it notes.

When her artwork was done, she looked it over to make sure everything was decent enough. On the yellow paper was a cartoon doodle of a container of French fries with a sign posted on the container saying, "Hello my name is Northrop". She giggled to herself at her own joke and took a deep breath before adding a small speech bubble. "You look very pretty today", she scribbled.

Within seconds, Clarke stood and made her way to the empty table. She resisted the urge to look at the girl's open planner in an attempt to figure out what classes she took and she stuck the note on a book where she could surely see it. When Clarke returned to her table, both Raven and Octavia were widely grinning at her.

"What was that about, Griffin?" Raven asked.

"Oh shut up. I'm trying to prevent myself from embarrassment, okay? Let me work at my own pace." Just then, she noticed the brunette walking back towards her seat. Octavia and Raven continued to stare curiously, so Clarke scolded them. "Guys, don't make it so obvious!"

She patiently watched as the girl sat back down and began moving her books around. Her movement stuttered when she reached for the book with the Post-it and Clarke held her breath nervously. She could see the beautiful green eyes scanning the paper and suddenly the girl looked bashful. The corners of her lips turned upwards and her sun-kissed cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. Her gaze moved from the paper and she began questioningly looking around the room, causing all three girls to quickly immerse themselves back into their respective books.

The gorgeous smile that Clarke saw was more than worth her previous nervousness.

"Griffin's got game", Raven whispered, her eyes never leaving her laptop.