This is the first fan fiction story I've written, so I apologize if the writing is a little rough, I hope future chapters and/or stories will smooth out the jagged edges.
I envision this project being very expansive with many chapters, so if you have any plot suggestions, recommendations for future chapters, or just want to chat in general you're more than welcome to message me, I'll always respond!
Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Awoken
Clarke stared frustrated daggers down at her coursework, perplexed by the equations on the page and their inability to solve themselves. The pre-med student had thrown herself into her studies the moment she walked in the door. However, her mind had finally reached its boiling point, unable to continue with the original prospect of pulling an all nighter to study.
She was sitting at the dining room table in the small, but cozy, three bedroom apartment she shared with her two best friends, Raven and Octavia. At the other side of said dining room table, Raven was focused on her cell phone, clearly doing some procrastinating of her own.
Mere moments later, clipped snickers and stifled laughs from Raven caused Clarke to drop her pen, huff an irked sigh, and steal a glance up at her best friend, "Raven…"
"Oh, don't give me that huffy 'Raven' thing, princess," Raven retorted, a playful smirk lingering on her face. Spotting it, Clarke also grinned and felt even more withdrawn from doing her studies. She remembered why she preferred studying in the library, her friends were highly distracting.
Raven leaned toward Clarke, wiggling her eyebrows mock-flirtingly, "you know it's Saturday, Clarke, right? Come on, let's go out! Maybe to that new club? What do you say––you, me, Octavia, and Bellamy, if he's free?" It was like her best friend had devised and fulfilled a plan on stealing her away from her coursework in favor of partying.
"Did I hear someone say club?" Octavia said, poking her head out of her room, almost as if on queue to further dissolve Clarke's already shaky determination to study.
The blonde was ready to politely decline, state that she had a butt load of homework to catch up on, but she realized her mind was already in her closet, rifling around and deciding what to wear. "Alright," she murmured reluctantly, "but only for a couple of hours!"
The three dispersed into their respective rooms to get changed and then called Bellamy, who happily agreed to meet them at the newish club, Wanheda. Before hanging up, he shyly mentioned he would be bringing his new girlfriend, Echo.
By the time Clarke, Raven, and Octavia had gotten dressed, packed themselves in Octavia's car, and to the club, Bellamy and Echo had already arrived. He lived a bit closer than they did, but also didn't have to spend twenty minutes helping Raven choose the perfect top to wear, either.
The three ladies entered the club and immediately began scanning the crowd of faces for their fellow friend. On the leftmost side of the club was an expansive black polished bar table with bar stools bolted down around it. At the far back there was a moderately sized stage that looked out onto a mostly open dance floor, besides the occasional lounge chair that was purposefully placed just in front of the mock-bar.
A band that Clarke didn't recognize was on stage performing. She had to admit, though, the beat wasn't too bad, and judging by the sea of people dancing themselves silly, others agreed.
Not too long after, Raven gave Clarke and Octavia a shove with her arm and pointed out towards the bar where Bellamy was, already mid-conversation with someone, presumably his new girlfriend, Echo. Octavia set off towards her brother, Clarke and Raven in toe behind her.
"Bell!" Octavia cheered over the roar of the music when she reached her brother, wrapping her arm around his side for a half-hug in which he reciprocated.
"Hey sis," he replied with a wide smile and waved a quick greeting at Raven and Clarke before diving right into introductions. "O, this is the person I've been telling you about, Echo. Echo, this is my sister, Octavia, and her best friends Raven and Clarke," he said smoothly, his voice easily giving away just how much he liked and wanted to impress Echo.
"Pleasure to meet you," Echo replied genuinely, her eyes shifting from Octavia to Raven to Clarke as if to extend the greeting to each one individually. "I'm waiting on my friends, too. Bellamy suggested I invite them so we can all meet up," she added afterward before turning her attention fully back on Bellamy.
"Awesome," Octavia piped optimistically, while Raven and Clarke nodded in firm agreement to Octavia's statement. Bellamy, on the other hand, simply stood with a goofy, lopsided smile on his face that Clarke had to force herself not to laugh at. It was definitely going to be an interesting night if that persisted.
About ten minutes later…
"Hey" Echo boomed, waving her arms to get the attention of her friends when she seen them walk through the door. Two women and a man approached, each wrapping Echo up in a hug before the woman was able to make introductions.
Unfortunately the lighting was dim, which made it difficult for Clarke to make out Echo's friends as they approached and when they gave her a hug. It wasn't until the hugging and basic introductions were over, and the three newcomers huddled in closer to the group, that Clarke was able to get a better look at each of them.
Lincoln was tall, dark, incredibly toned, and his head was clean shaven. Anya was a bit of a contrast, a petite framed woman with long, rustic-blonde hair, and a bored expression that Clarke thought might just be the way her face looked normally. Lexa had dreamy green eyes and brunette hair that was pinned back, half of it styled in lazy dreadlocks, the other half lose and flowing. All three stood up rigidly straight with neutral or friendly expressions on their faces. Somehow it reminded Clarke of the warriors she read about in history class.
Clarke couldn't take her eyes off Lexa, losing herself in the woman's mesmerizing green eyes and strong, defined jawline. It wasn't until those green eyes locked on her blue ones that she realized she was staring. Utterly embarrassed, Clarke looked away, a slight blush creeping up on her neck, which made her thankful for the poor, colored lighting.
"I'm going to the bar," Raven announced over the music and waded her way through the sea of dancers towards the bar. The blonde contemplated making a break from the group as well. The idea of lounging in a barstool getting wasted with Raven didn't seem all that bad, but eventually she decided against it and instead remained where she was.
Clarke mostly kept quiet, taking in the buzz of music around her, intoxicated people chattering and laughing and dancing. Frequently she could hear the faint echo over the noisy music of a giggle escaping Octavia as she and Lincoln mutually flirted. Clarke's brows furrowed and she frowned a bit when her mind wandered to the thought of all the homework she still had left to do.
"Is something wrong?" A voice asked, drawing her away from her thoughts. Clarke looked up and met the green eyes that had been peering at her. It took her a moment to realize the question was directed at her.
"Oh–uh, no, sorry. Just thinking," she stammered like an idiot, forcing a smile to her face in hopes it would relieve some of her idiocy.
"Care to share?" Lexa asked playfully.
"Nothing exciting, really," the blonde evaded, her answer being far from interesting. Instead, she chose to change the subject, "how long have you known Anya, Lincoln, and Echo?"
Lexa's smile intensified as Clarke dodged the question, but the brunette didn't press the topic. "I've known Anya for as long as I can remember. We met Lincoln and Echo in high school, been friends ever since," she answered and a proud smile lit her face as she spoke about her friends. "How about you and your friends?"
"Raven literally collided into me in the hallway the first day of grade school. Octavia was assigned to sit at the same table as Raven and I that very same day. We've been inseparable ever since. Bellamy is Octavia's older brother, so met him not long after," Clarke said, a joyous smile on her face thinking about her friends and the memories they've made. She tried, and ultimately failed, to restrain herself from chuckling at the memory of little Raven's mortified face the first day they met.
Bleary eyed from laughing to the point of tears, it took Clarke a couple of moments to recollect her composure and push the hilarious thoughts to the back of her head. She rubbed her tired eyes and glanced back up to see Lexa still staring at her, a smile plastered on the brunette's face as if she were experiencing the memory, too. Seeing Lexa smile made Clarke weak-kneed and her heart fluttered faster.
Silence grew between them, enough for the green eyed brunette to clear her throat and toss a random question in the air, "so what is it you do, Clarke?"
"I'm pre-med and work part-time at Nyko's Books," Clarke answered, "what about you?"
"Nyko Books is only a couple blocks from where I work, at Trikru Records," Lexa responded. "You should stop by sometime," she added with a sly smile that Clarke noticed accented the brunette's sharp, sexy jawline.
She didn't understand why, but the knowledge that she and Clarke were in relatively close proximity work wise made Lexa feel overjoyed.
"Hey, we're heading out, catch up with you later––and don't wait up for me!" Octavia called out in a throaty voice as both her and Lincoln dashed hurriedly toward the exit before Clarke could even answer. Sadly, Clarke didn't even have a chance to yell back a reminder to her horny friend that she was Raven and Clarke's ride.
"Crap," the blonde grumbled, rubbing her sleep deprived eyes once more. "I should probably go get Raven. Knowing her she's probably already drunk, and Octavia was our ride…" Clarke said, trailing off in the thought, her attention focused towards the bar, hopeful that enough people would part temporarily for her to see what kind of sorry, drunken state her best friend was in. No such luck.
Shifting her focus back on the alluring woman in front of her, Clarke noticed Lexa still hadn't taken her attention off her. When their eyes met, a familiar warmth brewed beneath her skin and her heart skipped a beat again. She tried to play off the skitter in her chest as something attributed to the music, even though she knew that had absolutely nothing to do with it––she wasn't even paying attention to the music, anymore.
"I can drive you and your drunken friend home," Lexa offered, ignoring the way her heart raced when Clarke reluctantly agreed with a small, genuine smile.
Clarke and Lexa agreed to meet in the parking lot after the blonde found her best friend, who was just as drunk as she anticipated.
"C'mon, Rae, we're going home," Clarke said as she tried to usher her drunken friend away from her shot glass. In response, Raven swatted a hand at her and kept her attention solely on the bartender.
Sighing, Clarke wheeled the barstool so it faced her and shot her friend a I'm-not-playing-around look. This garnered a guttural sound from Raven, which sounded a lot like someone who was barely still standing in a boxing match, and attempted to stand and literally tripped over her own feet and into Clarke.
"Geez, when did you get so heavy?" Clarke complained rhetorically as Raven shifted her weight heavily against the blonde. The two made their way, albeit slowly, outside and into the parking lot.
Lexa was waiting outside, as promised, and had even pulled her car up as close to the door as possible, hopeful it would help getting Clarke's friend in the backseat.
"Raven, that's–hey, stop that!" Clarke muttered grumpily, ducking her head down as Raven kept trying to play with her hair as revenge for taking her away from the comfort of the barstool. "We'll come back next weekend, okay? I promise." Raven nodded in agreement, but still fiddled with Clarke's hair just to pester her. Clarke frowned, trying to conjure up a plan as to how to get the damn car door open, knowing it would be an impossible feat with all of Raven's weight leaning so heavily into her.
"Here, let me help," said a voice from her left. Clarke craned her neck and saw Lexa reaching out to relieve some of the extra weight slouched uncomfortably against her. An overhead light cast down on the green eyed brunette, allowing the blonde a better look at her. She couldn't help but notice Lexa's sharp jawline, which seemed sexier, fiercer with her stoic expression, and how defined her upper muscles were as she took on some of Raven's weight.
"Heeeyyy, you're uh… Ah, shit, what was your name again?" Raven asked, her voice stammering over the words from her drunken state.
"Lexa," both Clarke and Lexa said in unison, both pausing to glance at one another, blue eyes meeting green with a soft smile. As they shifted back on the task at hand, getting Raven in the car, Clarke sidestepped and let the extra Raven-weight she was holding shift lower to help give them a better angle to work with.
With Lexa's help, the two practically heaved Raven into the backseat, their fingers brushing against one another in the process. Even though it was brief, it was almost sensual, had it not been purely by accident. That didn't stop Clarke's breath from itching in her throat. Ballsy enough, the blonde glimpsed at Lexa with her peripheral vision and swore she seen the green eyed woman smile. Her heart started palpitating at the wild ideas that flooded through mind like a windstorm.
Lexa noticed Clarke was frozen in place, staring idly into nothingness. Upon closer inspection she noticed the blonde's breathing was visibly quickened, which worried her. Wide eyed, she easily closed the distance between them and faced the blonde.
Calculatedly, Lexa rested her hands atop the blonde's shoulders. "Breathe Clarke," she said, but it sounded more like she was begging rather than trying to reassure Clarke out of whatever panic attack she was in.
"I–I'm okay," Clarke eventually said, her voice as wobbly as her legs felt. She desperately tried to ignore the fact that Lexa was touching her or how the thrilling electric sensation pulsing right below where the brunette's hands were made her feel.
Clarke backed out of Lexa's at-a-distance embrace and walked around the back of the car to the passenger side.
Raven was sleeping soundly in the backseat by the time Clarke and Lexa got buckled in, the drunken woman's obnoxious snores were clear as day in the front seat.
"Sorry about Raven, she takes drinking a bit too seriously," Clarke joked, a playful smile on her face before sobering up slightly and adding, "thank you again for this, Lexa." While she didn't want to admit it, and certainly wouldn't to her two best friends, Clarke enjoyed meeting Echo and her friends. Especially Lexa.
"Of course, Clarke," the brunette replied. An internal shiver cascaded down Lexa's back as she took notice just how much she truly enjoyed it when the blonde said her name.
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