Clarke followed Monty and Jasper into Raven's house, falling down on the sofa in her usual spot.
"Where's the new roommate of yours? Jasper asked and Monty and Clarke raised their eyes to Raven, waiting for her to answer.
"In bed. She is working the nightshift all weekend." Everyone nodded at Raven's answer, Clarke tearing open the packet of chips she had on her.
"What's she like?" Clarke asked, batting Monty's hand away when he attempted to steal one of her chips. "No."
"Actually," There was was a glint in Raven's eye and a grin on her face that made Clarke groan inside. "She's exactly your type."
"Don't, Raven." Clarke groaned, resting her elbow on the arm of the chair and allowing her forehead to fall into her head.
Monty took the distraction as an opportunity to steal one of Clarke's chips.
"I'm just saying. She's hot, Clarke. Biker chick kinda girl, the bad girl type. Your type."
"You need to stop trying to set me up, Raven."
"And you need to get over Wells." Raven shot back.
"You both need to stop having this conversation." Jasper sighed.
"It's not me, she always..." Clarke trailed off when her eyes caught movement by the door.
Clarke was pretty sure she wasn't the only one who's mouth fell open at the sight of Raven's roommate. A petite brunette who was dressed in nothing more than a pair of black boy shorts and a black tank top. The girl padded through the living room, heading for the kitchen, as she stretched, running her hand through her hair. "Let me get a drink and you can introduce me to your friends." The girl mumbled gruffly, disappearing into the kitchen.
Clarke suddenly wasn't mad about Raven trying to set her up.
"You three should probably close your mouths before you catch flies." Raven teased smugly.
"She is..." Jasper breathed.
"Wow," Monty finished.
"Where did you find her?" Jasper gaped.
"That's Bellamy's sister. He was saying she needed a room, I needed a roommate." Raven shrugged, arching her eyebrow at Clarke when the blonde finally turned her attention back to the group. "You're looking a little red over there, Griffin."
"Shut up, Raven." Clarke snapped, sitting to attention when Raven's roommate walked back out of the kitchen.
The girl was sporting some serious bed head and she was squinting against the light. God, how can someone be so cute but so ridiculously hot at the same time.
"Who are your friends?"
"This is Clarke, Jasper and Monty." Raven pointed to each of them respectively before motioning to Octavia. "Guys, this is Octavia Blake."
Jasper and Monty lifted their hands as a way of being hello and Clarke smiled, trying to ignore the sudden onset of cotton mouth she was experiencing.
"Hey, I wish I could hang out with you guys but I've got work in four hours and I've only had two hours sleep."
"Some other time." Monty offered and Clarke envied his ability to actually form words.
"Definitely." Octavia assured, tilting her head back to drain the remainder of her water.
Clarke's eyes fluttered down to the girls neck. Clarke chewed on her bottom lip as she forced herself to look away.
Octavia put the glass back in the kitchen and disappeared back into her room. Clarke could bare to look at her friends, Raven was no doubt grinning smugly at her.
Instead of Raven being the first to say something it was Monty, the boy excitedly knocking Clarke's arm. "She was totally checking you out."
"But you were to busy trying to stop yourself from turning bright red to notice." Raven commented smugly.
"I'm almost inclined to believe you got an attractive, queer roommate just to try and set me up."
"And you wouldn't be entirely wrong in those assumptions." Raven confessed. "Come on, Clarke. She is, like, supermodel hot and she's... Well, I'm not really sure what she is but her brother is continuously moaning about how she just doesn't seem to care what someone's gender is, that she will just go out with anyone."
"Pansexual." Clarke murmured offhandedly. "And I'm not interested. The reason I turn down the people you guys try and set me up with has nothing to do with how attractive they are. I just don't want to date right now."
"Fine. I'll drop it. For now." Raven held up her hands. "Bellamy might not be entirely happy that I'm trying to set you up with his sister, anyway."
"Exactly."
"I'm going to go get some beers, everybody wanting one?" Raven asked as she stood up.
"None for me. I've got classes tomorrow."
"Come on, Clarke. You need to relax."
"I will just have sprite if you have it."
"Fine," Raven groaned, disappearing into the kitchen.
"I'm only having a few." Jasper called and everyone rolled their eyes. Jasper never only had 'a few'.
It was four beers and countless shots later that Monty, Jasper and Raven decided to have a competition on who could down their row of five shots first.
"And I was going to ask her to drive me to work."
Clarke looked over her shoulder to see Octavia standing by the door, eyeing Raven as she, Jasper and Monty raced to down their row of shots. Octavia was dressed in a pair of short jean shorts and a racerback tank with the words 'The Ark' scrawled across it with what looked like multiple Deep Space Nine station from Star Trek stacked one on top of the other behind the lettering.
"You not joining in?" Octavia asked
Clarke pulled her eyes up from Octavia's legs back up to the girls face, shaking her head and turning away to try and hide her embarrassment. She just got caught checking out Raven's new roommate. Octavia is going to think she is a freak. "I'm the only one out of the four of us who has class in the morning."
Octavia smiled sympathetically. "Tough break."
"Octavia, hey! Come join us, sit next to Clarke." Raven cheered.
Octavia grinned and Clarke rolled her eyes. "As nice as that would be I have to get to work."
"I can't drive you." Raven frowned, looking down at the empty glasses in front of her.
"No, I gathered. Don't worry, I'll walk over."
"No. No, no." Raven waved her hand dismissively, clumsily getting to her feet. "It's late."
Clarke gripped onto Raven's arm, making the woman look down at her. "You aren't driving, Raven."
"I'm not. You are."
"Raven, I can walk. It's fine."
"No, it's fine. She's right, it is late and I haven't been drinking" Clarke stood up, pulling Raven to sit down on the seat she had perviously occupied.
"Are you sure?"
"Of course she is," Raven answered, laughing when Clarke slapped the back of her head.
Clarke reached into the pocket of her jacket for her keys, motioning to the door when she found them.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Raven called after them.
"I usually don't need a lift but my bike is in the shop."
"Don't worry about it," Clarke smiled reassuringly at Octavia as she unlocked the car, yanking the drivers door open. "The Ark, right?"
"Yeah."
Clarke nodded, sticking her key into the ignition and turning the car over. "What time do you finished?"
"Six tomorrow morning," Octavia answered, buckling herself in. "It's not so bad, I don't have another shift until the weekend."
"How are you going to get back in the morning?"
"I will just walk back, it really isn't all that far." Octavia assured and Clarke nodded. "Do you have classes all this week?"
"Nah, I'm only in class Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays." Clarke answered and she could see Octavia openly checking her out from the side of her eye. She had to force herself to keep her eyes on the road and hoped that Octavia couldn't hear her heart rattling against her chest. "What about you? When are you in class."
"Everyday but Monday's. You're a med student, right? And your mom is, like, the head lecturer there?"
"Yeah," Clarke answered carefully, glancing over at Octavia. "How did you know?"
"Raven told me a lot about you last night." Octavia shrugged. "If I didn't know any better I'd say she had crush on you."
"No, that's definitely not it." Clarke chuckled.
"Than why would she spend almost an hour going on about you? I mean, I had had enough of you and I hadn't even met you."
Clarke laughed quietly, ringing her hands nervously around the wheel. "She is trying to set us up," Clarke confessed.
"Yeah?" Octavia leant back against the car door, her body facing Clarke, as she grinned smugly.
"Yeah, she's relentless."
"So she was going on about you not because she likes you but because she was actually trying to sell you to me."
"In other words," Clarke agreed, "Sorry. She's pushy."
"Don't worry about it," Octavia assured. "I'm gathering by how fed up you are that this isn't the first time she's tried to set you up? Why is she so pushy about it?"
"I had a bad break up about half a year ago," Clarke shrugged, moving her eyes to Octavia when they stopped at a red light. "It was messy, we both ended up hurt. My friends think, and this is the exact words your brother used, to get over him I need to get under someone else."
"The last thing you want to do is take advice from my brother. He hasn't had a stable relationship in his life." Octavia rolled her eyes. "His last girlfriend? She shredded his clothes because she thought he was cheating on her. With me. And the girl before that gave him a black eye."
"Raven's track record isn't much better." Clarke said, driving off when the light turned green. "My reluctance to actually date someone doesn't even have anything to do with my break up I just don't want to date anyone. I want time to myself after being in a relationship for so long."
"That's understandable." Octavia nodded understandingly. "How long were you both together?"
"Since freshman year of high school."
Octavia let out an impressed whistle, "That's an impressive amount of time. The longest relationship I've ever had was with a boy in my class in kindergarten. I don't even remember his name but we were together for a good portion of Monday."
Clarke laughed, a proper, wholehearted laugh. A laugh she hadn't had a reason to do in a long time and Octavia looked pretty smug about managing to make her laugh like that. "That's impressive. What made you guys break up?"
"He said that boyfriends and girlfriends share their pudding." Octavia shook her head. "That pudding was mine."
"Honestly," Clarke tutted, rolling her eyes playfully.
"I know." Octavia sighed, sitting up and unbuckling her belt when Clarke stopped outside the bar. "Thanks for the ride."
"No problem." Clarke smiled, her fingers tapping on the wheel as she watched Octavia get out of the car. She definitely didn't spend an inappropriate few seconds looking at her ass. "Are you sure you don't want a lift back in the morning?"
"Nah, it isn't far," Octavia assured, resting her arms on to top of Clarke's car and dipping down to look inside the car at her. "Go back and enjoy being the only sober one in the house."
"I actually think I'm going to go home, make in dent in the tower of homework I have."
"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." Octavia quotes with a little grin on her lips.
"The shinning, really?"
Octavia's shoulders lifted in a half-assed shrug. "It's a good movie."
"It is," Clarke agreed.
"I'm guessing I will be seeing you around, probably sooner rather than later."
"I might just keep my distance, don't want you getting fed up of me."
"I'm not sure that's possible." Octavia said flirtatiously. Octavia seemed to realise she was flirting and straightened up, gently patting the top of Clarke's car. "I'll see you some other time, Blondie."
"Blondie." Clarke scoffed, smiling at the sound of Octavia laughing as the door slammed closed.
Clarke watched Octavia until she made it into the bar, grinning to herself as she drove out of the parking lot.
So Raven's new roommate was hot, that's fine. No big deal. And she was obviously flirtatious, Clarke couldn't help but be somewhat offended that Octavia had backtracked almost as soon as she realised she was flirting with her.
Maybe she wasn't pansexual, maybe she had just mistakenly slept with a girl and her brother had blown it was out of proportion.
Clarke rolled her eyes at herself, even if she was into girls she that didn't mean she was going to be into Clarke. And Clarke didn't want a relationship.
Clarke quickly texted Raven, telling her she was just going to go home, ignoring the borderline abusive text messages she received from not only Raven but Jasper too and headed straight into her study, a considerable smaller one than her mothers, and pulled out her anatomy book.