Clarke's POV
College started out pretty fun. First day classes were kept short to introduction and syllabus requirements. The real work started on the second day when I had no free periods and I dreaded getting out of bed. My hair was a mess and my roommate, a girl called Octavia, took too long in the bathroom. I still had an hour till my Botany class started so I buried my face back into my pillow.
"Clarke, wake up.", Octavia tapped my shoulder.
I groggily dragged myself to the bathroom. I hated lazy days.

Botany class was a bummer, the teacher was old and she kept rambling on, Finn kept throwing paper balls on some kid who I think is called Monty's head? I kept count of my yawns and tallied a 32 as the class ended.

Next was English Literature, an extra I picked since my father did not want me to be a pure science geek and explore the wonders of writing too. Thanks dad.

Walking into a huge classroom I saw that the blue tables in the front had already been occupied. I sat myself somewhat in the back beside a girl who was looking outside the window. I could see her blue shirt printed with a Bugs Bunny animation and dark blue jeans, her hair let down, waves of brown hiding her shoulder and her face. I found myself staring as to which I looked away embarrassed, control your fucking gay Clarke. I came out to my family five years ago as bisexual. They told me they still love me the same and that they are proud of me for letting them know. Not a lot of kids have it this lucky, so it was a big personal achievement for me.
My thoughts were interrupted by a handing being frantically waved in front of my face.

"Help me open this window", the brown haired girl called out to me.
"Y-Yeah sure", I smiled getting up and making my way closer to her. Why did I have to stutter, I never stutter?
She smiled and the reflection of the sun showcased her green eyes, was she a beauty.
"I'm Lexa and this is window. Window won't open.", she spoke goofily pointing and the window.
"I'm Clarke and I'll make sure this opens.", I say leaning on her table and opening the window. It wouldn't budge. I looked over to Lexa to see her gleeful attitude vanished, instead she looked deep in thought. Her gaze focused on the ground and her eyebrows furrowed together in confusion and distraught. I snapped my fingers as an indication of needing help. Lexa and I grunted in frustration, after a few attempts the window finally opened.
I sat back down on my seat and looked over to Lexa, she looked at me and flickered her gaze away. Wow, mean much? I had no idea why I cared but my mood dropped. Surprisingly, the class grew interesting and everyone interacted well. Except for Lexa, she sure looked like she enjoyed the class. I could tell she was avoiding me on purpose.

The bell rang and everyone ran like it was the world ending, it was lunch time. Getting up and walking a few steps ahead I felt a hand on arm and almost a whisper like plead

"Clarke, wait",
I turned to see Lexa standing there. She moved her hand away as to show she did respect my personal space. Her green eyes now a bit darker. Her body language dim.

"Yeah..?", I asked concerened brushing my hair out of my face.

"I just want to say, thanks, for like the window and shit. It wouldnt open at all.", Lexa said nervously digging her long fingers in the jean pockets.

Her struggle was obvious and I didn't want to make her feel bad for being a sour puff earlier so I decided to shake it off and be nice.

"It's okay. Also I'm starving so like do you want to go get some lunch?", I say and watch her green eyes light up again.
"Yeah, please", she said walking ahead and tripping on someone's bag.
"You okay?", I ask.
"Yeah I'm fine, what the fuck, someone actually left their bag in the middle of the class and ran for food?", Lexa chuckled as we walked out of class together.
"I like your name Lexa, it's very pretty."
"Thank you. You too, have a beautiful name and it matches your face", she winked.
Okay, what is this person. So fluctuative.
Was this flirtation, did she just say my name was pretty like me? That was kinda smooth.
"The rest of my friends are at that table, you wanna join us?", Lexa asked pointing to a crowded area.
"Yeah, you go ahead, I'll find my friends and meet you there too.", I say squeezing her shoulder as I walk forward and give her a small smile.

I walk around the cafeteria and drag my group of friends to the table where Lexa and her friends are situated.
"Hey Lexa, here is my gang", I say flinging my arm around Anya.
"Hey Clarke", she replied shyly.
"This is Bellamy", she pointed to a guy which had brown eyes and his hair covered half of his forehead. He gave me a thumbs up before his sandwich covered his face.
"That's Magnus", a very smiley flamboyant harmless soul waved frantically making me laugh, he was going to be the best one out of them all, I could tell.
"That's Octavia and lastly, my brother Alec", I waved and smiled at everyone. Damn Alec and Lexa had really pretty eyes, those genes.
"Oh well, I'm Clarke, this Anya, Lincoln, Monty, Jasper, Raven and Finn", I say pointing at everyone individually.
"I don't think there's a lot of space for us to form a cult here", Finn said scratching his neck as everyone laughed.
Bellamy and Finn got up and joined two giant tables so that everyone could fit.
"Okay so, Octavia and I were thinking about hosting a party at our house this weekend. Sounds good to me, will you all be able to make it?", Bellamy excitedly looks around.
A choruses of Yes, Yeah's and Hell Yeah's cheered on.
I guess everyone was going to be there.
"What about you, Clarke?", Lexa asked when everyone grew silent.
"Duh, I'm a party animal", I say scoffing and almost choking on my Mac and Cheese.
"Good", she smiled and resumed to circling her empty plate with a spoon.
Who even uses duh anymore, I thought mentally face palming myself.
"What are the timings, also who's brining the booze?", Jasper questioned.
"Don't worry, I got it all covered. It's a Welcome to College party, I'm taking this seriously", Octavia reassured.
"If only you could be this serious about your career choices, oh boy!", Bellamy teased earning a chuckle from Lincoln.
"Shut up, Bell", Octavia gritted stabbing her fruit salad with her fork, giving death glares to her brother.

Siblings, yikes!