"No Octavia, I don't want to go!" Clarke was talking to her best friend on the phone as she walked to the coffee shop on the corner. "Because as fun as that sounds," she spoke with heavy sarcasm, "I don't want to be left alone with Finn all night."

"You won't be with Finn!" Octavia protested on the other end. "You'll be with Me, Bellamy, and Lincoln… Finn will just happen to be there."

Clarke pushed open the door into the coffee shop, as she fished in her purse for her wallet. "Yeah well I'm not going, Finn and I are done. I want nothing to do with-" She had misjudged how long the line was and bumped into a girl standing in front of her.

"Oh my gosh I am so-" she looked at the girl as she turned around and was caught by her piercing green eyes. If she wasn't so captured by the beauty of this girl she would be very intimidated by her. Clarke was at a loss for words.

"Sorry?" The girl finished with a slight smirk on her face.

"Yes. Right. Sorry, I am so sorry; I didn't see how long the line was."

"You're fine. I did the same thing." She spoke softly, her smile growing, but before Clarke could say anything else the girl had turned around.

"Clarke!" she heard a muffled shout from her phone.

"Yeah sorry Octavia, I got… caught up." She responded hesitantly.

"Is she hot?"

"What?" Clarke responded sharply, and confused.

"Is she hot?" Octavia repeated her original question.

"Who are you-" Clarke realized Octavia must have heard that girls voice when they had they're little run-in. "I am not answering that question."

"So that's a yes. Did you get her name?"

"What? No! Stop being so weird Octavia seriously. I don't know why I'm friends with you."

"She's still next to you isn't she?"

Clarke hesitated before answering, taking a quick glance at the back of the girl standing in front of her. "Yes." She could hear Octavia snicker on the other side.

"Send me a pic! Or if you can't do that text me and describe what she looks like!"

"I'll talk to you later Octavia, and no I am not going tonight, so don't ask again."

"Clarke text me a pic plea-" Clarke hung up the phone before Octavia could finish, but this girl standing in front of her was so beautiful she had to text Octavia.

Clarke Griffin with the Hot Ass—3:42 pm

Octavia texting you about this girls looks will

not do her justice. She is gorgeous.

My Babe Octavia—3:42 pm

Well try!

Clarke typed out her message to Octavia.

She has the most amazing green eyes. Like I was lost in them, it was looking into a forest of bright green. She has long brown hair and she has this funky braid look going on but it works for her, like she pulls it off. She has a slight tan to her and O, I can see a little tattoo poking out of the back of her shirt.

Clarke added in all the necessary emoji's to help describe this girl in front of her, and right as she was about to hit send a strong force slammed her forward causing her to drop her phone.

"I am so sorry sweaty! I didn't see how long the line was!"She turned to see a bigger woman standing behind her carrying way to many bags then she really needed.

"You're fine really." Clarke then realized she didn't have her phone. She turned around to pick it up and saw the girl holding her phone out towards her, the message still up. Clarke's face turned bright red; did the girl see the message?

"Thanks," Clarke hesitated and the girl didn't say anything. She just turned around with her eyes narrowed and a very sly smirk on her face.

Clarke hit send then typed out another message.

Clarke Griffin with the Hot Ass—3:51 pm

O I dropped my phone and she picked it up before I sent the message… I think she saw what I said… literally kill me now.

Clarke closed her phone and put it in her purse. The girl in front reached the counter, received her order then left. Clarke was a little relieved when she left, since she no longer had to deal with the embarrassment, but she slightly wished she would have got her name. Whatever, it was all over now. She reached the counter and ordered her usual coffee. When she went to hand the young man her card he stopped her.

"Your order was paid for already. Courtesy of Lexa." Clarke didn't understand what was happening and the boy behind the counter caught on. "The woman that just left, she paid for you." Clarke could feel her face flush red again as she thought of the beautiful women who once stood in front of her.

'Lexa,' she thought, 'I like it.'

Clarke struggled to unlock her door; she had her coffee in one hand, a package from her mom in the other, while she also carried her purse and some of her college books she picked up along the way. It took her a while but she managed, and all her effort went to waste when she walked through the door and dropped it all, except her coffee.

"Mother fucker." She cursed bending down to pick up everything up.

"At least you didn't drop your coffee." She looked up to see her roommate Raven sitting on the couch looking back at her. "What's in the box?"

"I have no clue, probably more doctor books. You know things that I don't need."

"You're Pre-Med and you don't need 'doctor books'?" Raven teased.

"I already have the books I need. I don't need anymore."

Clarke picked everything up and set them all on her counter. She rummaged for a pair of scissors to open her package. She cut the box open as her roommate began to speak, "So are you going out with Octavia and Bell tonight?" She ripped the cardboard open and saw a note lying on top of tissue paper.

"No." she grabbed the note and began to read.

I found this when cleaning out the attic. I thought it would be better if you had it, rather than I get rid of it. It might make you emotional, and I understand. It belonged to your father and it has a lot of meaning to you. If you ever need anything don't be afraid to call. I love you Clarke.

Love, Mom

Clarke set the card down on the counter and removed the tissue paper and what she saw made her heart sink. It was a picture of her and her dad from when she was five years old. They were sitting on the porch swing at their grandparent's house. He was wearing his favorite grey, Adidas sweatshirt, while she wore his black armed forces hat that sunk over her eyes. She took the picture out and looked it over with tears in her eyes. She looked down to see there was more, and in the box her mom had packed this very sweatshirt and hat. Everything suddenly came back to her again, all the happiness but also the pain of losing him.

"Clarke?" She quickly snapped back to reality. "Is everything okay?" Raven asked.

She sniffled and wiped a few tears that had managed to fall down her face, "Yeah I'm- I'll just…be in my room."

She walked down the hall with the package and shut her door. She took the picture frame out of the box and set it on her desk, front and center. She took out her dad's sweatshirt and looked it over. She brought it in to her chest and curled up into a ball on her bed. It had been a little over a year since he had died. Her senior year of high school, he was shipped off to war overseas. After 6 months of being away he surprised her at her school's home basketball game that night. She was so happy to see him again, that they left the game and went out to spend time together and her mom. Clarke grew up in an area known for a bad rep, and as they were leaving to go home a drive by shooting happened. Her dad being the man he was covered his wife and daughter, saving the other two but not him.

'13 years in the army and he died from a drive-by shooting.' She thought to herself. Now in her sophomore year Clarke was slowly starting to get better. She didn't want to sit in her room and cry to herself all night. She had to get out. She got up and changed into a comfier outfit. Clarke walked out of her room and down the hall to Raven's room.

"Get dressed, you're coming out with us tonight."

"Uhh, yes ma'am? Hey Clarke are you okay?" Raven asked getting up, eyeing her friend carefully.

Clarke hesitated, "Yeah… It's just, that package was some of my dad's things." Raven got quiet as Clarke spoke, not knowing what to say she just stood there in silence. "I'm fine. Just get ready so we can leave."

Clarke grabbed her phone and texted Octavia.

Clarke Griffin with the Hot Ass—5:12 pm

Change of plans, Raven and I are coming.

My Babe Octavia—5:12 pm

YAY! Meet us at the quad at 5:30!

"Raven you have 5 minutes!"

"Calm your shit, Princess!" she retaliated, a small smile forming on the edge of Clarkes lips.