"So, if you're so unhappy here," Raven was saying, "why did you come?"

"My mom thinks that if I come here, I'll find a hobby that's more beneficial when it comes to my future," Clarke answered, rolling her eyes. "I mean, she's a great mom, she just doesn't understand why I like art. My dad doesn't care as much, but he thought I'd like it here, so together, they forced me into the wilderness."

"I've been to worse camps," Raven admitted. "Not gonna lie, I'm not big on summer camps, but every time I actually go to one, I like it. Plus, since the next year is going to be so stressful with getting into college and whatnot, I figured it'd be nice to relax this summer."

"You call this relaxing?" Clarke asked. They were kind of just wandering around the camp grounds. Clarke, after emptying her clothes into the small drawer that she was given – something she hadn't noticed the previous day upon arrival – had slid just her pencils and her sketchbook into her bag, and had it with her now. She thought that, at the very least, she might find something interesting to draw around the camp.

"Well, I don't mind it that much," Raven answered, shrugging. "I spend most of my time working on mechanical stuff, inside labs and testing zones, so I don't really get to just feel aimless very often."

Clarke just nodded, figuring that it was a personal thing that she just wouldn't be able to relate to. "Did you see where Octavia went to this morning?"

"Nah, she just got up and left pretty early," Raven answered. "She's pretty crazy, huh?"

"That's an understatement," Clarke replied, rolling her eyes. "But that girl Echo is crazier. She treats this place like its a war zone."

As she said it, she noticed Echo leaning against one of the little cabin buildings they were passing. Raven followed her gaze. "Yeah, she does kind of look like she's watching the training of her untouchable army."

Clarke's eyes fell on that "army", and saw a group of people just sitting around and talking amicably. Echo not included, of course, she was watching them like she was too above them to actually join them. Of course, there had to be someone like her at any summer camp, Clarke figured. It was a camp full of teenagers, after all.

The group of them that were actually talking seemed to be enjoying themselves. The guy that Octavia had been fawning over the previous night was there, along with that girl who'd been with Echo, and a few of the other girls from Echo's pod, as well as one girl who Clarke didn't remember seeing at all the previous night. "They look friendly enough," the blonde commented.

"Yeah," Raven agreed, "but I'm pretty sure that if we went over there, that bitch would come at us just because she saw us with Octavia."

"True." Clarke continued walking, and Raven kept pace with her. "I guess we might as well find something to do besides walk."

They ended up finding a spot somewhat off in the woods around the camp, and Clarke propped herself up on a rock and started to draw the trees around her. She didn't really care to draw them, but it was an easy past time. Meanwhile, Raven was reading something or another that she'd brought in her own bag with her.

The brunette left after a little while, though, claiming that she had to use the bathroom, and Clarke nodded. When she was alone, the blonde slipped her sketchbook back into her back and just stared up through the trees. She couldn't get a certain thought out of her head, one that had dawned on her after Raven had asked her why she was here.

Was she really here because her mom didn't like her art?

She'd come out to her mom and dad both about half a year ago, when she'd starting dating a girl and it became beneficial for her to explain her sexuality to her parents. Her dad had been fine, her mom... eh. She could've reacted better. Not to say that she flipped shit or anything.

But when Clarke and the girl had called things off, her mom had relaxed considerably.

Until some TV show came on one night and Clarke nodded the same-sex relationship in it, and her mother had gotten all stiff and commented that things like that shouldn't be shown on TV. Clarke hadn't said anything back to her mom, because arguments with her were impossible.

But was it possible that her mom had sent her to the camp in the thought that she might meet some hot shirtless guy and fall in love? Or just to get rid of her for a while?

The thought made Clarke considerably uncomfortable. She hadn't even thought that a possibility until now, because her mom had made it sound like it was about the art, but she had suggested it the very next day after the weird TV incident. And her mom had been way more tense around her than normal.

"Fuck," Clarke cursed under her breath, squeezing her eyes closed. She hated fighting with her mom, she really did. Her mom was really important to her, and it was extremely frustrating when they disagreed. Unfortunately, they disagreed on so many levels.

"Okay over there?" a voice asked, scaring the shit out of Clarke, who sat up on the rock way too quickly and subsequently fell on her ass in the dirt.

"Shit," she seethed, realizing that her sketchbook had also fallen out of its bag and into the dirt. She didn't look up at the person who'd invaded her space, instead immediately putting the sketchbook away and grabbing her bag. Only then did she stand, looking at the invader.

It was that girl, with the long, curly, brown hair, that Clarke had accidentally been caught staring at the previous day. "Are you okay?" the girl asked her, her expression displaying something between concern and amusement.

Clarke scowled. "I'm fine."

"Okay, well, you've got a little bit of dirt on your shorts," the girl told her. Clarke was still scowling and wiped at her shorts without looking.

"Thanks to you," she retorted, trying to figure out the best way to slip out of this conversation. She would rather not be caught talking to this girl – she was friends with Echo, after all, and Clarke was not a big fan of Echo.

"I'm Lexa," the girl introduced, still having not apologized for causing Clarke to fall into the dirt.

Clarke didn't miss a beat as she corrected, "You're with Echo."

"Apparently," Lexa agreed. "She's a bit intense, isn't she?"

"That's an understatement," Clarke muttered.

"So I don't get your name?" Lexa asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Clarke blinked, noticing her eyes like she did the night before, and how they were green. She could see that now – they were even greener than the forest.

"Don't see why I should give it to you," Clarke said, still trying to use her frustration as her guard. "You did make me fall into the dirt, anyway."

Lexa gave the blonde a smile, something that surprised Clarke. "Sorry," she said swiftly. "Name?"

"Clarke," Clarke answered. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to go find my friend." She took a deliberate few steps to the side before going around Lexa, who just turned around as she passed her.

"Good luck," the brunette called, still sounding amused and still frustrating Clarke.

Lexa wasn't exactly sure why she'd went into the woods to find the strange blonde in the first place. She'd seen them go in there – after they so obviously glared at Echo and the group sitting near her. Her and the girl she was with had been with that girl Octavia the previous night, so it was no wonder that they'd been glaring. Lexa wasn't sure how much she liked Echo yet, and though the girl didn't seem to have any animosity toward Lexa herself, the brunette knew it was just because they were part of the same team, so to speak.

When the second girl – the one with the darker hair – had left the woods from where they'd entered without the blonde, Lexa had gotten curious. Anya had always told her that was one of her weirdest traits, because she got curious about the most random things ever. She didn't think it was too weird to be curious about that blonde girl, though, because Lexa had to admit, she was pretty. And despite having been the cause for the girl falling off that rock, Lexa had been nothing but amused because Clarke's scrunched up, pissed off face was hardly intimidating.

Anyway, it wasn't really her fault that the girl was cute and that something about her was just intriguing.

As Lexa left the woods, she was immediately approached by Anya. "What're you up to?" she asked.

"Nothing," Lexa answered, raising an eyebrow at her friend.

"Who was that blonde girl?"

Lexa shrugged. "I don't know, some girl," she answered. "Are they serving lunch yet?"

"Hey, who's that guy you were hanging out with last night?" Octavia asked her brother as she grabbed her lunch from the row of tables where it was set up for self serve.

"What guy?" he asked.

"The one with the tattoos," Octavia answered, grinning widely. "He's hot."

"Oh, yeah he's just one of the guys in my cabin, Lincoln" Bellamy answered. "Also he's nearly eighteen, so pretty sure he's too old for you."

"He's not eighteen yet," Octavia pointed out.

Bellamy just shook his head. "So, I guess Echo's not any better this year."

"Nah," Octavia answered, "but I'm going to crush her this year."

"You said that last year," Bellamy commented.

Octavia rolled her eyes, turning around to face the rest of the cafeteria after she got the last of her lunch. Her eyes caught on Raven sitting down with food, a book in her hand. "Well, this year, I mean it."

She started toward her new friend and took a seat next to her immediately. "Hey! Where's Clarke?"

"I don't know," Raven answered. "She was drawing earlier I think. Where did you go off to this morning?"

"I went down to the lake," Octavia answered. "Last year there was a bit of a drought and it was a lot smaller, and the frogs that used to be there were like nonexistent, so I had to make sure they were back this year."

"Um why?"

"Why what?" Clarke asked, suddenly sitting down with her food as well and looking between the two of them.

"Why did Octavia go to the lake to look for frogs?" Raven asked, looking pointedly at the brunette.

Octavia raised her eyebrows a little bit. "Have you ever woken up to a frog in your bed?"

"You want to put a frog in Echo's bed?" Clarke asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Not yet," she answered. "That's the kind of thing that we have to do if they beat us at something."

"You're literally crazy," Raven stated. "But I guess that would be funny."

Octavia grinned excitedly and nodded. Then she cleared her throat and asked, "What did you two do this morning?"

"Sorta looked around," Raven answered, shrugging.

"I met that girl that was with Echo last night, the one you didn't know," Clarke added, looking at Octavia. "Her name is Lexa."

"Was she nice?" Raven asked, and Octavia just took a bite of her food, listening.

"I don't know," Clarke said, shrugging her shoulders and poking at her own food. "I didn't see her come into the woods and she said something and I fell on my ass. She thought it was funny."

Octavia was laughing though as Clarke finished the explanation. "That's because it is funny when you freak someone out and they fall on their ass."

Raven was smirking. "She has a point."

"Whatever," Clarke muttered, eating a bite of her lunch and letting her eyes flick away from her friends. "She's friends with Echo, so like."

"Is anyone actually friends with her?" Raven asked. "Or like... do they all just have to be because they're in the same group as her or whatever."

"Both?" Octavia answered. "Doesn't matter."

"The guy you were staring at last night was hanging out with her and her friends today," Clarke stated, wondering how the girl would react.

"Doesn't matter, he's not in her pod," Octavia stated. "She's in pod six this year. He's in pod four."

"How do you know?" Raven asked

Octavia shrugged her shoulders. "I have my ways."

Raven and Clarke exchanged glances with amusement at the younger girl. Sure, she wasn't that much younger than them, but she had a natural brightness to her that just made her seem a bit younger. Though, Clarke imagined she could be quite mature if she wanted to.

That night, Clarke couldn't sleep. She kept tossing and turning on her thin mattress, realizing that she would have to sleep on it for literally the entire summer. She groaned, only to receive a playful shush from Octavia, who was scrolling through something or another on her phone. Earlier in the day she'd mentioned bringing a portable charger so that her phone wouldn't die. How many charges she had on that thing, Clarke wasn't sure. But the bright light coming from the bunk next to her was not helping her lack of sleep situation.

She rolled onto her back, staring at the wooden ceiling above her. She let out a deep breath as she tried to think of something that would help draw her into sleep. She went through her day backwards in her head, recalling her conversation with Raven and Octavia during lunch, but then she was just thinking about frogs in her bed, and that definitely didn't help.

She thought further back – about that Lexa girl she'd met. Though her general frustration at the girl for thinking it was funny that she'd fallen, and at the fact that she was friends with Echo to some extent, she couldn't deny that the girl was absolutely gorgeous in the visual sense. Her hair had been a bit messy, but it was long and brunette, falling in curls and waves. And those eyes. Clarke would probably be able to get lost in them if she looked at them for too long.

She shook her head, trying to wipe the thought from her mind. After all, she didn't know the girl, she was at a freaking summer camp where she was supposed to be feeling miserable, and the other girl was friends with the completely opposite "side" of the camp. So she probably wouldn't even really converse with Lexa ever again. It was just a coincidence that she'd walked into the part of the woods where Clarke had been.

Right?