This is my first written piece but I'm pretty well-rehearsed when it comes to fan-fictions and I've done an English literature and language A-level so I should be fine. Enjoy the fic!
Slamming her hand to the right, Clarke attempted to stifle the irritable shrieking coming from her alarm clock, her hand swatting around her bedside table until she eventually hit the top of the clock. Grumbling, she grabbed a pillow from her left to hold over her head- blocking out the daylight (which her curtains had evidently failed to do.)
"Morning, Sleepyhead!" Smiled Octavia warmly, in a smooth voice as if she'd been up for hours. Clarke only removed the pillow from her head when she heard the clink of a mug against her bedside table. Coffee. Due to her poor timing, Clarke chose to throw the pillow aside just as Octavia threw open the curtains- emitting a groan, Clarke covered the face with her and while Octavia giggled and passed Clarke the coffee in her favourite mug. "Rough night, C?" She inquired with a knowing smirk and Clarke scoffed, taking a large sip of the coffee, her hands warmed by the warmth it emitted waking her up. "You could say that…" She agreed vaguely but wasn't so sure.
"So, what did you do last night? I didn't even know you were back until I saw your keys at the door, I was up waiting until I figured you were staying round someone else's?" Octavia arched an eyebrow at Clarke suspiciously and Clarke wasn't sure how to respond. Until familiar images of toned, tanned body parts flooded her memories that she was failing to put together or even put a face to. She gulped.
"I knew it!" Octavia jumped onto Clarke's bed and Clarke had to clutch her coffee for dear life so as not to spill it but that's exactly what Octavia wanted. "Go on, spill! What happened?" She urged excitedly and Clarke wasn't even sure how to answer. What –had- happened? They'd both gone to the same party a few streets away from their apartment with the boys- Jasper, Bellamy, Wick and Lincoln. "Well?" She pushed again until her grin spread even further across her face and raised her eyebrows even higher. "You don't remember, do you? How much did you have!?"
Poured shots by the Mystery Man made their way past her lips from a shot glass and from various parts of his body- parts which caused her cheeks to heat even in front of her best friend. "Clarke! How naughty!" She teased which made Clarke cringe.
"I hope I didn't do anything too bad…" She admits guiltily with an unsure expression to which Octavia just shrugged. "Well, I guess you can ask the boys when we meet for lunch later…" A grin formed again and Clarke groaned which was Octavia's cue to leave. "Be ready for one, Sleepy! And oh, Bellamy's coming too!" She added before sprinting out, forcing Clarke to exclaim her next groan for emphasis. Bellamy Blake. Something tugged at the back of her mind at the mind but Clarke was pretty sure it was just annoyance so she dismissed it immediately. She and Bellamy had never gotten along, they were both two head-strong and stubborn so they were constantly engaged in heated arguments which, whilst it entertained their friends, pissed of Clarke and she was not in the mood for that this morning. Not when she could feel last-night's pizza churning in her stomach.
Clarke rushed to hug the toilet bowl.