I.
The morning sun shone brightly through the front windshield of Clarke's 2013 Jeep Wrangler. Her new prized possession had been a birthday gift from her parents. The roof-less, cherry red off-roader didn't scream Clarke Griffin-Med. Student Protégé but it had been her parent's weak attempt at lightening her up before she went off to university.
The sweltering heat that wafted through the air was blown away with the wind of a roof-less car, but the suns harsh rays that threatened her pale skin had her squinting to see the road. Slowing down to rummage through her side console till she dug out her sunglasses, throwing on the reflective pair of aviators, messily trying to work them around her blonde wavy hair.
A ways a head she could start to make out the lettering of a sign 'Camp Centaire'. She sighed, a smile forming on the face that usually held a scowl. Home.
She had been returning to camp every summer since she could remember. She knew each path, each pulled-up root; she knew the fastest ways to get to the mess hall, and the best places to sit. But this year was different, she was different, she was a counselor this year, it was time to pass on her knowledge to the younger campers.
Snaking a right-hand turn Clarke shifted off the main road and onto the dirt road that led to a parking lot, which marked the beginning of a 2km hike through the forest to camp.
Pulling her Jeep to a halt over a plot of land that looked as good a place as any to park her car for the summer. She quickly turned off the radio that she had forgotten that she had left playing and shoved her phone into the console lockbox that would safely store her electronics that were summer-camp-forbidden.
She was taken off guard by the herd of whistles and party howls that could only come from one set of guys. "Is that Clarke Griffin I see?!" The unmistakable voices of Monty and Jasper filled the parking lot. Letting out a laugh, "Hey guys," she called back. As the duo continued to walk with their bags in tow to sign in with Jaha, the camp owner. "Jasper Jordan -Counselor." She heard Jasper declare to Jaha with his head held high with pride, his goggles pressed on his forehead.
Laughing she stepped out of her car slamming the door behind her then reaching around to the back of the car pulling out her big duffle bag. "Clarke!" An excited yell rang out, voiced by none other that Octavia Blake.
"Hey O!" she said back, smiling as she pulled her friend in for a hug.
"We have so much to catch up on!" Sang Octavia, her sleek dark hair whirling around her face. "Here let me grab that for you," she said, reaching into Clarke's backseat pulling out her sleeping bag.
"Thanks," Clarke replied before being nearly cut off by Octavia's excitement once again.
"Oh is that Monty and Jasper? Be right back!" Called Octavia running off, leaving Clarke in the wake of her excitement. The young girl was in her last year as camper but easily could have fooled anyone that she was much older, if it wasn't for her brother.
Then it stuck her, brother. And where there's one Blake there's always the other.
Looking around the lot, her eyes hit the gaze of his, Bellamy Blake. Octavia's snide and downright cocky older brother, 'rivals' didn't begin to describe the loathing in this relationship. His gaze fixed on her; etched on his face was a look of curiosity.
From across parking lot Bellamy noticed her getting out of her Jeep, It felt like the whole world had noticed, and paused as she slammed the car door. Wow. She had changed. Last summer he could have sworn she wasn't… well… this. Her cut off jean shorts showing off her legs in a way he'd never seen them before. The way her black bikini poked out from underneath her tank top and her blonde wavy hair cascaded around her shoulders, while her face held a chill of uncertainty behind her aviator sunglasses, she was enticing.
Where was this coming from? He thought, his gaze attempting to pull away from her but ultimately failing. It was hard to believe that this was the same Clarke Griffin who used to think she was clever sneaking out of her cabin at night to sit and draw. Breaking the rules was never her thing, but it was his.
Bellamy's mind flashed quickly through all the times he had pulled her into trouble with him in past summers. Mud-fights, leaving bugs in other kids sleeping bags, putting kid's hands in warm water while they were sleeping, the list goes on. Clarke was never a rule breaker, but whether she cared to admit it or not, they were her ideas and he just set them in motion, landing them both in Jaha's office on a regular basis. With Bellamy's love to pick on her, and her hatred for him, the beautiful rivalry that is their relationship had formed over the years.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer, Blake." Clarke called catching Bellamy's lingering gaze, a sly smile creeping in the corner of her mouth.
"This is new, Princess" he replied, gesturing to all of her, clearly not embarrassed for his roaming eye. Her newfound confidence was different and taking a stab with the princess remark couldn't hurt.
"The way I see it, my egos almost as big as yours now," She retorted, sending a jab at his overconfident personality. Flashing him another sly smile as she turned and started walking over to Jaha to sign in.
