This is more than likely going to be the last chapter of this fic but I do have another couple of Clarke/Octavia and Clarke/Lexa fics planned. (I also don't like this much...)
"What's going on with you tonight?" Octavia pulled her eyes away from the episode of Grey's Anatomy to look down at Clarke, who was curled up against her side, staring blankly at the wall. This was the third time something relativity funny had happened and Clarke hadn't even reacted.
Octavia brought her hand up to run her fingers through Clarke's hair when she didn't say anything, startling the girl out of her little day dream.
"You ok? You look like you haven't slept all night."
"Hum?" Clarke hummed, looking up at Octavia, shaking her head lightly. "Yeah, I'm fine."
Octavia eyed Clarke as she reached into the bowl of popcorn, an attempt to try and distract herself. "Don't lie to me Clarke."
Of course Octavia knew, she always knew.
"If you don't wanna talk to me about it then talk to Raven, I think she's worried about you, too." Octavia ran her hand up and down Clarke's arm, waiting for the girl to say something.
"Raven knows," Clarke replied quietly, subconsciously curling closer to Octavia.
"Oh. You are ok, aren't you? You aren't sick or anything?"
"No, I'm not sick." Clarke assures.
"Your mom?"
"She's ok, too." Clarke smiled when Octavia released a little, relieved sigh. "I'm sorry I've been a bit out of it today. How was your day?"
Octavia watched as Clarke sat up straight, a fake smile pulled onto her lips. "Fine, got better when I came here to hang out." Octavia said nonchalantly. "Tell me you're ok and I'll drop it?"
"I'm not dying, Octavia."
"That's not what I asked,"
Clarke released a little sigh, licking her lips as she sat down against the back of the sofa. "It's the anniversary of my dads death today."
"Shit, Clarke, I'm sorry." Octavia sighed, her hand gently squeezing Clarke's thigh. "You should've said, or at least told me you weren't up for hanging out tonight, I would've understood."
"But that's not what I wanted. I didn't tell you because I wanted a normal friday night, to just forget it, you know? If I told you you would've looked at me like," Clarke motioned to Octavia's face. "That."
"We could've done something different, something to help take your mind off of it."
"You've done a pretty good job of keeping my mind off of it."
"Obviously not well enough if you keep zoning out." Octavia countered, siding her arm back around Clarke's shoulder, pulling the girl towards her.
Clarke was more than happy to let herself fall back against Octavia.
"I'm sorry, I'm not really sure what to do." Octavia whispered against the top of Clarke's head.
"Nothing, this is enough." Clarke assured, closing her eyes, allowing the sound of Octavia's heart thumping against her ear to calm her.
"We can talk about him if you want? Or can't."
Clarke played with the bottom of Octavia's shirt. "He didn't deserve it. He was a good man."
"I don't doubt it,"
"It just makes you think, you know? I was always taught that if you are a good person good things happen to you but if someone who went out of their way to make people feel good, to do good things, can be killed like that then that can't be true."
"I wanna tell you that's how it works, as long as you're a good person good things happen to you but that's just not true. The whole karma thing is bullshit, you make your own good fortune, you don't just do one good thing and wait for something in return." Octavia divulged, looking down at Clarke when the blonde looked down at her. "It's not comforting, I know, but I don't wanna lie to you."
"That's what I like about you, you don't lie to make me feel better."
"Your dad was a good person, he just ended up a victim of the choices of a bad person." Octavia said softly, gently tapping Clarke's nose. "You are a good person, your dad would be proud of you."
Clarke scrunched up her face, grinning as she leant her head back against Octavia's chest. "Thank you."
Octavia just hummed and between the sensation of Octavia rubbing her and the sound of the girls heart beat, Clarke was calmed enough to actually fall asleep.
Octavia was happy to let her sleep, watching the next couple of episodes of Grey's, a TV show that she only really put up with because Clarke liked it, before the door to Clarke's study creaked open and Abby poked her head into the room.
"I was just popping in to see if she was doing ok but she seems to be doing just fine."
Octavia smile, looking down at Clarke and nodded. "Did she sleep last night?"
Abby shook her head, "I heard her up and about at all hours this morning."
"Probably studying," Octavia commented.
"She needs a break from all that studying." Abby sighed and Octavia hummed in agreement. "I'm working the back shift tonight, if you need anything just give me a call."
"Ok," Octavia smiled reassuringly at Abby.
Abby nodded, her eyes moving to her daughter before she slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Octavia waited until midnight before she gently nudged Clarke, leading the barely awake girl into bed, not without a few sleepy stumbles from Clarke.
Octavia woke up half way through the night, frowning at the fact her was able to roll over without banging into Clarke, Clarke had always slept right up close to her. Clarke wasn't there and the left side of the bed was empty and cold, which told Octavia that it hadn't been occupied for a while.
Octavia sluggishly rolled out of bed and padded towards the kitchen. Predictable, there was a dim glow coming from the under cabinet lights and Clarke was perched at one of the counters, her head in her hand.
Octavia walked over to her, sliding her arms around Clarke's neck.
Clarke startled, obviously to far inside her own head to have heard Octavia entering the kitchen.
"What're you doin'?" Octavia asked sleepily, pressing her forehead against the back of Clarke's head.
"Just looking at some old photos." Clarke explained and Octavia moved to rest her chin on Clarke's shoulder to look down at the photo album. "My mom left it out."
The first photo that caught Octavia's eye was one of Clarke, she looked to be around five years old and was grinning up at the camera, her mouth full of holes where her teeth had fallen out and had yet to grow back. Octavia smiled at how cute she looked and moved her eyes to the man kneeling beside her.
"Is that your dad?"
Clarke nodded, pointing to the picture Octavia had been looking at then to the one beside it. "These were taken in DC, we were up there for this big, like, inventors contest. We didn't win but we didn't really care, the fact that we got to spend time together and work on something together was good enough."
"You look just like him," Octavia whispered and Clarke nodded, bringing her hand up to her face and sniffing. "Hey, c'mere."
Clarke spun around in her stool, burrowing her head into Octavia's chest when the smaller woman wrapped her arms around her, moving to stand in between Clarke's legs. "I really miss him, O."
"I know you do, Blondie."
Clarke didn't cry like Octavia had expected her to, she just sniffed a couple of times and clutched onto Octavia's -well, Clarke's- sweater.
"It is ok to cry, you know?" Octavia whispered against the top of Clarke's head, smoothing her hand down the back of her hair.
"I don't need to."
Octavia nodded instead of actually saying what she wanted to say ('you don't need to be so strong all the time, Clarke.') and pulled back.
Clarke had been crying, if the lines of mascara were anything to go by. Octavia moved her hands to Clarke's cheeks, using the pads of her thumb to wipe away those lines.
"I'm sorry," Clarke apologized, averting her eyes from Octavia, like she was ashamed of herself for showing any kind of emotions. "The last thing you want to be doing in the middle of the night is comforting me."
"I don't mind and you shouldn't be sorry." Octavia assured, giving Clarke a pointed look. "How long have you been awake?"
"Since you woke me to go into bed." Clarke brought her eyes back up to look at Octavia, pulling her into another hug.
"Do you want hot chocolate? I make the greatest hot chocolate."
"What makes it so great?" Clarke asked, though she was more than sure she knew the answer that was coming.
"'Cause I made it." Octavia shrugged, giving Clarke a smug little grin as she whirled around and headed over to the fridge.
Clarke smiled to herself, sliding off the stool and moving to sit at the breakfast bar.
"He was the first person I told that I was bisexual." Clarke said. She wanted to talk about him, Octavia had made her feel like it was ok to talk about him. "I was freaking out. I had only ever been with Wells but I knew. I put it off because why did anyone need to know? I was with Wells, there was no reason to tell anyone but it was just getting to me, you know? I couldn't tell Wells, he would think I had been with someone else and thats how I figured it out. I was scared to tell my mom, I thought Raven might drop me as a friend. I had to tell someone so I told him."
"What'd he say?" Octavia questioned, looking at Clarke from over her shoulder as she stirred the coco powder into the warming milk.
"That it was fine. He didn't care, girls, guys, as long as I was happy he said he would support me. He told my mom the next day and I stopped by Raven's to tell her. I never told Wells, things were already going sour at that point, I didn't want to add fuel to the fire." Clarke frowned down at her hands briefly before looking back at Octavia. "My dad said he kinda already knew. He admitted he thought I was gay at first. Apparently I was very open about my love of Lara Croft, and any other badass women, when I was a kid."
"I don't blame you, Lara Croft was incredible." Octavia groaned a little, splitting the hot liquid into two mugs and turning off the stove. "And don't get me started on Dylan from Charlie's Angels."
Clarke laughed, accepting the mug from Octavia as she sat across from her. "How did you know that you were pansexual?"
"I was never really a big revelation for me. It was just something that seemed normal to me, everyone was hot."
"And you've always been so," Clarke waved her hand around as she tried to think of a word. "Blasé about it?"
"I didn't seen why it had to be a big deal," Octavia shrugged. "Bellamy was the only person who mattered to me and he was ok with it. And I'm not one to worry about what other people think of me so."
"Who was the first girl you got with?" Clarke quizzed, taking a sip of her hot chocolate.
"My teacher, the girl Bellamy told everyone about." Octavia tutted. "I was sixteen and still angry about my mom dying, I was doing every reckless thing I could think of," Octavia shrugged, watching her finger as it ran around the rim of her cup. "That included my teacher."
"Sixteen? O, that's illegal." Clarke looked worried, like Octavia had been hurt somehow.
"It wasn't like that. She didn't, like, groom me or anything. I actually came onto her."
"She was still the adult, Octavia, she should've said no."
"Who could say no to this face? And, believe it or not, I was a cuter sixteen year old." Octavia teased, smiling cutely over at Clarke who laughed.
"You're so obnoxious sometimes."
"Seriously though, it wasn't anything I didn't want at the time."
"What did Bellamy say when he found out?"
"He was torn between being impressed that I had slept with a teacher and being a protective big brother. Being a protective big brother won out and he tried to go to the principal but I wouldn't let him, I wasn't going to let my self destructive acts ruin someone else's life."
"Where did you grow up? Bellamy has never told me."
"Canada, Thunder Bay. My mom raised us until we were fifteen then my nan and pops took us in."
"And, tell me if this is way over my boundaries, but why is Bellamy so adamant that he isn't going back?" Clarke asked carefully.
"We were like stray kittens to them. They took us in because they felt sorry for us, they didn't love us, not really. They didn't look after us, but by that time Belle and I had learnt to look after ourselves anyway. He only ever came back to see me but now we're both here, there's no reason for us to go home."
Clarke was looking at her with sympathetic eyes, a look Octavia hated.
"It was no big deal," Octavia shrugged, "What about you? Did you grow up here?"
"I grew up in Florida but until the beginning of freshman year of high school I lived in Naples then my dad got a job in the university so we moved to Gainesville."
"And Raven? Did you guys know each other before university?"
"We sat next to each other in chemistry class in high school. She was actually the one who introduced me to Wells."
"Were you happy with him?" Octavia inquired carefully, sliding a little closer to Clarke, their knees knocking together.
"At first I was and to an extent I was at the end, too, but he went to university in New Mexico. It was fine at first, we were deluded enough to think we should make it work, but then my dad died and I started to really withdraw from everyone. Then I got a message on facebook four months after my dad had died from this girl telling me that she had been seeing Wells. She told me she was sorry and that she had no idea he had a girlfriend."
"What an asshole," Octavia mumbled.
Clarke hummed, "When I confronted him about it he basically said that I was my fault, I would go days on end without texting him, we had grown apart. And that was true, we would barely speak."
"It wasn't your fault. Jeez, your dad had just passed away, a good boyfriend would've flew over the first chance he got, not hopped into bed with someone else." Octavia growled, gently patting Clarke's knee. "This was all him."
"I know, I'm just kind of sad about how it ended."
Octavia nodded understandingly, nodding towards the stairs when Clarke yawned. "You want to go back up stairs?"
Clarke hummed, standing up and grabbing the two half empty mugs, tipping them into the sink and turning the light off. "I'm sorry you ended up down here."
"Don't worry about it, honestly." Octavia assured, bumping her hip against Clarke's as they made their way towards the stairs. "I think your mom might think there is something going on with us,"
"What'd you mean?"
"She came in when you fell asleep to see how you were doing. Just the way she looked at us." Octavia shrugged, "Just incase you want to set her straight or anything."
Clarke nodded sleepily, sliding into bed once they got there, turning on her side to face Octavia. "Thank you."
"Stop thanking me, Clarke." Octavia said with a little chuckle, peering at Clarke through the moonlit room. "It's no big deal. We're friends, this is what we're supposed to do."
"Still," Clarke murmured, shuffling forward against Octavia, her forehead pressed against Octavian collarbone. "Thanks."
Octavia smiled, wrapping her arms around Clarke, her lips resting against the top of Clarke's head.
"God, women are needy when they're tired, aren't they?" Octavia joked, running her hand up and down Clarke's back.
"Shut up, O." Clarke grumbled.
Octavia breathed out a chuckle through her nose, calmly running her fingertips around Clarke's back until she felt the blonde relax against her, then she finally let herself fall asleep.
Clarke squinted down at the books in front of her. This was the seventh day in a row she had spent studying in her room, only leaving to shower and when Octavia stopped six days ago.
Clarke blindly reached for her phone when it buzzed, cursing herself for not putting it back on silent.
"Hello?" She murmured into the phone, her eyes not leaving the text book in front of her.
"Come outside."
Clarke trapped her phone between her ear and shoulder, tapping her pen against her notebook. "Octavia? Just come up, I'm busy."
"No, Clarke. Put the book down and come outside." Octavia demanded.
"Octa..."
"Nope. I'm not letting this go until you come down here."
"Fine," Clarke sighed, dropping her pen onto her notebook as she stood up, grabbing her uni hoodie off her chair. "I'll be down in a sec."
"Atta girl," Octavia was grinned, Clarke didn't even need to see her to know that.
Sure enough Octavia was grinning when Clarke walked out of her house, she was leaning against her bike, a blue helmet in her hands. "To match your eyes." She commented before throwing it at Clarke. "We are going somewhere."
Clarke fumbled with the helmet, glaring up at Octavia. "Octavia. I have a huge test on Monday."
"I know but you need to get out, Clarke. You've been locked away in the room for a week, I haven't seen you for six days. You need to get out for a few hours. Refresh your brain."
"Even if I was to go with you, which I'm not, where in this town is relaxing enough to help 'refresh my brain'."
Octavia was still grinning as she pushed herself off her bike, strolling over to Clarke. "Trust me, Blondie."
Clarke looked down at what she was wearing, an old pair of black skinny jeans -the knees whitening- and her grey university hoodie.
Octavia seemed to notice Clarke's hesitation. "You look great, Clarke."
Clarke looked unsure, glancing down at the helmet in her hand before looking back at Octavia who raised her eyebrows. "Fine. But two hours, that's it."
"That's all I'm asking." Octavia nodded, motioning towards her bike. "Your chariot awaits."
Clarke rolled her eyes and with a little chuckle she moved towards Octavia's bike. "Where are we going?"
"Trust me," Octavia said again, throwing her leg over the bike and sat down.
"I do, I'm just worried about how long this is gonna take." Clarke carefully sat down behind Octavia, sliding the helmet Octavia had given her onto her head.
"I promise, two hours."
"Ok," Clarke nodding, sliding her hands around Octavia's waist, clutching onto her leather jacket.
"And Raven said there was no way I could get you out of your room," Octavia said smugly, starting up the bike, laughing when Clarke's arms tightened around her. "Relax, princess, I'm an expert."
Clarke laughed, letting her helmet fall against the back of Octavia's with a soft thunk.
They didn't drive for long, it couldn't have been more than ten minutes but Clarke's nerves were still shot by the time they reached their destination.
Clarke got off the bike on shaky legs, pulling her helmet off and running her hands through her hair. "An art exhibit? You don't like art."
"True, but you do." Octavia agreed, putting her own helmet off, shaking her hair out. God, she was attractive.
Octavia took Clarke's helmet from her, strapping them both to the bike before motioning towards the building.
"How did you know about this?"
"Raven told me you wanted to go," Octavia explained, her hands stuffed into the pocket of her leather jacket as they entered the building. "It closing on Sunday, you wouldn't have gone, you wouldn't have left that room until Monday."
"Thanks." Clarke smiled over at Octavia as they slowly walked over to the first painting, a faux look of interest making its way onto Octavia's face as she stared up at the painting. "I was going crazy in that room." Clarke chuckled, shaking her head at herself. "I wasn't even learning anything, I had completely burnt myself out."
"You got this, you know?" Octavia eventually pulled her eyes away from a painting Clarke was sure she had no interest in. "This test, you're going to make it your bitch, Blondie."
Clarke couldn't stop the laugh that escaped her lips at the look of horror the woman behind Octavia had at the girls language. Octavia looked completely out of place here, dressed in torn black jeans and that tattered leather jacket that Clarke loved on her.
Octavia seemed to realise what Clarke was laughing at, glancing over her shoulder at the woman, rolling her eyes at the disapproving look. "What? I was being supportive."
The woman tutted, shaking her head as she walked away.
"We don't have to be here. We can go see a movie or something."
Octavia looked back at Clarke, shaking her head definitely at her. "No, we aren't going to let those pompous losers stop us from having a good time."
"Do you really think you could have a good time here?"
"As long as your here," Octavia shrugged nonchalantly and, jeez, if that wasn't a loaded statement Clarke wasn't sure what was.
"O," Clarke sighed.
"That wasn't- I wasn't coming on to you, Clarke. I know you aren't ready but I do genuinely enjoy your company, believe it or not." Octavia assured quickly, giving Clarke a little grin. "Get over yourself, Blondie, you're getting an ego like Belle."
Clarke grinned, rolling her eyes to look down at the floor. "You realise how out of place we look, right? I look homeless, you look like something out of Grease."
"No, we have just as much right to be here than the people who are dressed like the fucking queen." Octavia nodded towards the group of elderly women who were blatantly talking about them. "At least we weren't the generation who ruined the economy, you know?"
Clarke laughed, knocking her shoulder against Octavia's. "Come on then."
Octavia wasn't an art fan, Clarke was more than aware of that, but to her credit she pretended to be interested whenever Clarke would rant about a painting or an artist. She hummed and hawed at paintings, like she understood the painting, and exactly what the artist was trying to project in their paintings.
"Thank you," Clarke turned to Octavia when they reached her front door.
"I'm just dying to brag to Raven about getting you out of your hibernating state," Octavia grinned smugly, shaking her head when Clarke tried to hand the helmet back to her. "You keep ahold of it."
"Are you planning on taking me on more surprise adventures?" Clarke quirked her eyebrow at Octavia who nodded confidently.
"Yup. But you better look after yourself, don't stay locked in that room until Monday, actually eat."
"Ok, mom." Clarke wrapped her arms around Octavia's neck, giving the girl a squeeze.
"I'll see you on Monday morning." Octavia whispered into Clarke's ear, sliding her arms around Clarke's waist.
"I don't want to think about Monday." Clarke chuckled nervously.
"You're going to be fine, Clarke." Octavia assured, giving Clarke a quick squeeze before stepped away from the blonde. "If anyone is gonna get an A it's gonna be you."
"If I ever need a personal cheerleader I know who to come to."
"I will even wear the outfit for you." Octavia winked at Clarke as she back-peddled towards her bike.
"I'll kept that in mind."
Octavia grinned, sitting on her bike. "Get some sleep, Blondie."
"I will." Clarke sighed, pushing her front door open, waving at Octavia. "Bye, O."
Clarke watched Octavia drive off before sliding into her house, smiling at her mom when she poked her head out of the living room.
"There you are. I thought someone must have kidnapped you, why else would you have left your room two days before an exam."
"Octavia took me to that art exhibition." Clarke rolled her eyes at her mom, toeing her shoes off and starting up the stairs. "And thanks for calling the police after thinking I had been kidnapped."
"Octavia, huh?"
Clarke ignored her moms suggestive question, closing her door and leaning back against it, eyeing the books on her bed. She didn't have the urgency to study like she had before Octavia had shown up. She would study, of course she would, but she wasn't nearly as worried as she had been, if Octavia thought she could do it then maybe she could.
Clarke leant against the wall outside the class, opening her notebook to get in some last minute studying when she noticed a little picture in the corner.
It was a little picture it a skull -the mandible was labeled, the one bone Clarke kept stupidly forgetting- with the words good luck written beside.
Octavia.
She must have drawn it while they were at breakfast this morning.
Clarke grinned a little, pulling out the phone and taking a photo of the drawing, sending it off to Octavia with the caption 'thank you :)' written under it.
The girl texted back within seconds.
'Don't worry about it, Blondie, you've got this ;) I'll meet you at lunch, you can let me know how much you think you aced it'
Clarke smiled, 'Will do. Thank you, O, you really helped me clear my head the other day.'
Before Octavia could reply the professor opening the classroom door, holding a wooden box in his hands. "Phones in here then take your seats."
Clarke dropped her phone into the box, sliding past one of her classmates to get to her seat.
She could do this, she knew everything she needed to know, she had spend a ridiculous amount of time studying, if she didn't know it by not she never would.
"Pizza for the lady." Octavia sat a slice of pizza down in front of Clarke, sliding into the bench beside the blonde. "How'd it go, Einstein?"
Clarke smiled thankfully, and sleepily, over at Octavia. Taking tests just seemed to really take it out of her. "I'm not sure. I answered every question but whether I answered them correctly is another matter."
"You worry to much," Octavia chuckled, shaking her head as she picked up her own slice of pizza. "When'd you find out your results?"
"Within the next few days, he will email me my grade once he marks it."
"Once you get your A we are going out to celebrate."
"And if I don't get an A?"
"You will," Octavia said confidently. "But, by the freak chance that you don't we will still go out, have consolation drinks."
"So, either way, we get drunk." Clarke looked over at Octavia from the corner of her eye.
"Either way we get drunk," Octavia confirmed. "Can we actually hang out tonight or are you going to keep blowing me off?"
"I wasn't..." Clarke was about to defend herself but stopped when she noticed the little grin on Octavia's face. "Yes, I will come over to your place tonight."
"And our Friday nights are back on? I didn't know what to do with myself on Friday. I had to spend time with my brother." Octavia made a face of disgust, shaking her head in disapproval. "Don't wanna be doing that again."
"How'd it go?" Bellamy asked, seemingly coming out of nowhere, sitting across from them with Raven.
"Speak of the devil," Octavia grumbled.
Clarke gave Octavia a warning look before looking at Bellamy. "Fine, I think. I actually remembered the mandible with time." Clarke shot Octavia a thankful smile and Octavia perked up, smiling proudly.
"And I'm guessing Octavia has forced you into going out once you get you results?" Raven asked, eyeing both women.
"She has, I should know by Thursday so why don't we go out then?"
"Sounds good," Bellamy agreed, turning his attention to his sister. "Why are you even here? You don't have classes on a Monday."
"I came by to see how Clarke done on her test," Octavia answered.
"Why didn't you just text her?"
"Why don't you mind your own business?" Octavia shot back, finishing off her pizza and standing up. "I am going to go, thought. I am meeting up with Lincoln."
"The dude that dropped by the other night? With all the tattoos." Raven asked, motioning towards her arms.
Clarke nodded, gently squeezing Clarke's shoulder. "I'll see you tonight."
Clarke just nodded, watching Octavia walk off towards the car park. "Who's Lincoln?" Clarke asked, her eyes not leaving Octavia's back.
"Don't know. All I know is that he was in the house when I got home last night," Raven shrugged, waiting for Clarke to turn back to her before grinning. "Why? You jealous, Griffin?"
"What?" Clarke scoffed. "No, Octavia can see whoever she wants. She just never mentioned it to me."
"Because we haven't seen you in days, Clarke." Bellamy laughed. "Besides, it's probably nothing, she can have friends outside you, you know?"
"Bite me, Belle." Clarke huffed, picking up what she had left of her pizza.
"I got my results today," Clarke grumbled when Octavia opened the door. Octavia was dressed in her pajamas, her hair lazily pulling up into a hair tie and she was wearing a worried look when she noticed the tone of Clarke's voice.
"And?"
"I mean, it doesn't really matter, right?" Clarke sighed, walking past Octavia and into the apartment.
"Clarke, I'm sorry. I have cake."
"Well, I hope that cake says 'way to go on that A'." Clarke grinned, wheeling around to look at Octavia.
"You're such a jackass," Octavia huffed, lightly knocking Clarke's shoulder before wrapping her arms around her neck. "I'm so proud of you."
"I got highest mark in the class, too." Clarke whispered into Octavia's neck, wrapping her arms around Octavia's waist.
"I wouldn't expect anything less," Octavia said against the side of Clarke's head. "You honestly had me thinking you done crap."
"I thought I had done. I don't know, I just felt like I didn't answer the questions correctly. I was worried."
Octavia pulled back a little to look Clarke in the eye. "You really don't get how clever you are, do you? And you put so much effort in, Clarke, sometimes a little to much. Between the brains you naturally have and the amount of study time you put in you have nothing to worry about."
"You have to say that, you're my own personal cheerleader." Clarke joked, obviously trying to hide her embarrassment at the compliment.
"What time do you want to go out tonight?"
"Well, Raven's class finishes at four so around six?"
"Why aren't you in class?" Clarke asked.
"I was, I finished at midday and came back for a nap."
"What's going on?" Raven asked carefully as she slipped into the apartment, eyeing the two women who still had their arms wrapped around each other.
"Nothing," Clarke answered, stepping back when Octavia dropped her arms from around her.
"Clarke got an A." Octavia said proudly. "You've finished early."
"Yeah, we got done with the project we were doing so we came home early." Raven dropped her bag outside her room door and moved to hug Clarke. "Way to go, Griffin."
"I can come pick you guys up at six,"
"Oh, no. You are getting drunk tonight, you've earn it." Raven argued, getting swatting Clarke butt as she moved into the kitchen.
She had earned it.
"I'll drive over here, then, we can get a taxi to the club."
"Sounds like a plan," Octavia agreed.
"Go doll yourself up, Griffin, you might even pull tonight."
Clarke rolled her eyes at her best friend, "I will see you both at six."
Clarke drove home to and got ready, deciding on a slim fitting candy red dressed. She fixed her hair, curling it into waves that fell down over her shoulders, and fixed her make up.
Clarke didn't fix her lip stick until she was in the car outside Raven and Octavia's apartment, using the rearview mirror.
She walked into the apartment just as Octavia left her room.
"As usually Raven is running..." Octavia trailed off when her eyes landed on Clarke. "Oh, wow. I mean, you look, uh," Octavia cleared her throat, nodding as she averted her eyes towards Raven's room. "Yeah."
"You look... yeah, too." Clarke replied with a little grin, pulling Octavia's eyes back to her.
"You look beautiful," Octavia complimented, shooting Clarke a little smile before moving to bang on Raven's door. "Come on, Raven. Clarke is here."
"What about Bellamy, Jasper and Monty?" Raven asked, opening the door to let Clarke and Octavia into her room.
"They are meeting us there." Clarke explained, sitting down on the bed with Octavia while Raven rushed around in her underwear trying to get everything ready.
"Is Lincoln going?" Raven asked, giving Clarke a sly little look, obviously trying to gauge Clarke's reaction. Clarke wasn't about to give her the satisfaction.
"No, why would Lincoln be going?"
Raven shrugged, pulling her black and white dress up over her thighs, motioning back towards the zip. "Zip me up." Clarke got off the bed to zip up Raven's dress, giving her a little warning pinch. "I thought you guys were getting close?"
"He's in my class." Octavia shrugged.
"So you guys aren't seeing each other?" Clarke asked, avoiding looking at both girls as she sat down.
"No. He's nice and all but he was just giving me some study notes his sister had. She done the course I am doing last year."
"Ok, I'm ready."
Clarke laughed as she, Raven and Octavia stumbled into Raven and Octavia's apartment, Bellamy rolling his eyes at the girls as he reached for the door handle. "Goodnight, girls."
"Bye, big brother." Octavia called, waving at the now closed door.
"M'gonna get pizza." Raven mumbled, heading off towards the kitchen.
"D'you have fun tonight?" Octavia asked as she and Clarke fell back onto the the sofa.
"Yeah," Clarke sighed, letting her head fall onto Octavia's shoulder."It was good to just relax, you know?"
"You deserve it," Octavia patted Clarke's thigh, resting her cheek on top of Clarke's head. "You work to hard sometimes."
"That's kinda what you gotta do in uni, O." Clarke laughed, using Octavia's leg to help her stand up. "I'm going to get pizza, too, why don't you set up a film?"
"Yes, ma'am." Octavia saluted, moving to crawl over to the DVD rack.
Octavia decided to put on The Hangover but both she and Clarke decided to go to bed about half way through. Octavia fell asleep almost immediately but Clarke couldn't sleep
After two hours of just lying there Clarke decided to go get another slice of pizza.
"You haven't ate all that, have you?" Clarke asked when she noticed Raven leaning against the counter, smiling down at her phone.
Raven shook her hand, handing Clarke a slice of pizza. "I'm your best friend."
Clarke frowned at the statement, chewing on her pizza as she nodded. "Yeah, I know, Raven."
"When are you going to actually talk to me about you and Octavia?" Raven held her hand up when Clarke opened her mouth to deny that there was anything between her and Octavia. "You guys already act like a fucking couple, just admit it to everyone."
"We aren't together, Raven."
"Who did you tell first about the A you got?"
"Octavia." Clarke shrugged, taking another bite out of her pizza.
"And who got you out of the house while you were on one of those hibernating study sessions."
"Octavia, but she didn't give me much choice."
"Who do you have 'movie' nights with every Friday." Raven put air quotations around the word 'movie' gaining her a glare from Clarke.
"Octavia but that's because she likes the same movies as I do, you don't."
"And who..."
"Ok, Raven, shut up."
"Whether it's official or not you guys are low-key dating, Clarke." Raven laughed. "But, apparently, without all the good bits like sex and..."
"Shut up."
"When was the last time you got laid?"
"Shut up," Clarke groaned again, but, just like every other time, Raven didn't listen.
"Have you guys kissed yet?" The way Clarke hesitated was all the answer Raven needed and, God, Clarke would love to wipe that smirk off Raven's lips. "You have! What was it like?"
"Short," Clarke answered shortly, attempting to walk past Raven but the woman grabbed her arm.
"Oh, no, Griffin, we are talking about this."
"Octavia is just in the other room, Raven." Clarke hissed.
"Were you jealous of her and Lincoln?"
"Raven," Clarke rolled her eyes.
Raven arched her eyebrows at Clarke. "Come on, you need to talk to me, that's what best friends are for."
"Yes." Clarke sighed, "And I feel bad for being jealous because I have no right to be. I told her I'm not ready for a relationship."
"Clarke," Raven sighed. "I know Wells was important to you but he was an asshole and Octavia, she's a good girl. And she is holding out for you, as much as she says you're both just friends she is crazy about you. If you don't ever intend on returning her feelings you gotta cut her loose, she doesn't deserve to be strung along."
"I know, you're right." Clarke breathed. "I will talk to her tomorrow."
"Good."
Clarke nodded, prying her arm away from Raven, dropping the crust onto the plate before heading back into Octavia's room, slowly crawling under the covers so not to wake the girl.
"Everythin' ok?" Octavia murmured sleepily like she always would whenever Clarke got out of bed in the middle of the night.
"Yeah. Everything's going to be fine."
"S'good, Clarke." Octavia reached out to clumsily pat Clarke's arm, already falling back into a sleep. "S'good."
"Yeah," Clarke chuckled, "S'good."
Raven was right. She and Octavia did act like they were in a relationship.
Clarke was sure she wasn't ready for a relationship but she was going through all the motions of one with Octavia. The movie nights, the cuddling, the jealousy.
"You're thinking really loudly." Octavia murmured against her shoulder.
Octavia knew her better than most people know her, he knew her moods and the tell tail signs of just what mood she was in. She also knew how to make her feel better when she was down and when to not even try and cheer her up, to just be there and let Clarke work it all out inside her own head.
She was perfect and Clarke was ready.
"Hey," Clarke focused her eyes down at Octavia when the girl spoke softly, her fingers running up and down Clarke's arm. "What's going on?"
"Nothing,"
"Come on, Blondie. You have that look on your face."
"What look?" Clarke raised her eyebrows at Octavia who looked a little smug.
"The look you get when you can't figure out one of your homework questions. It's your thinking face."
Clarke stared down at Octavia with a little frown on her face, slowly sliding her hand across Octavia cheek to the back of her neck.
"Clarke?" Octavia squeaked, they smug grin dropping from her face and her eyes dropped to Clarke's lips
Clarke's eyes flickered from Octavia's lips to her eyes and back again before she leant and kissed her, her lips closing around Octavia's bottom lip.
Octavia's eyes slipped closed and a puff of air left through her nose as she pressed against Clarke.
Octavia's eyes stayed closed even after Clarke pulled away, her mouth agape as she tried to process what had just happened. "If you're still not ready, that isn't fair for you to do that." Octavia whispered gruffly.
"I am ready." Clarke answered quickly, smiling apologetically down at Octavia when she opened her eyes. "I'm sorry it took so long."
"Let me get this straight, or not as this may be, but you do mean you're ready and will go out with me, right? Not someone else."
"Yes, with you. Why else would I have kissed you?"
"True, yeah." Octavia nodded, a little frown still present on her face.
"You still want me, don't you?" Clarke asked unsurely.
"Of course. You've just taken me completely by surprised, I thought you were just having a bad day, I didn't expect you to kiss me."
"It's ok that I did, though, isn't it?"
"Yes, Clarke." Octavia laughed, craning her neck to peck Clarke on the lips. "Just so long as you're sure."
"I am." Clarke answered quickly. "I didn't intend on coming here and kissing you but I have being going over what to say in my head all night. Everything just seemed to cheesy and I know what you're like, I say one cheesy thing and you won't let me live it down."
"True," Octavia agreed with a little grin, "But this would've been so much more fun if you had said something cheesy."
"Shut up, O."
"Make me." Octavia grinned, kinking her eyebrow challengingly at Clarke.
Clarke wasn't one to back down from a challenge.
Clarke dipped down to kiss Octavia, gently guiding her on to her back. Clarke tucked her hand under Octavia's shirt, her hand splaying across the woman's ribs as she ran her tongue along Octavia bottom lip.
"Jeez, way to get a girl all hot and bothered."
Clarke pulled her lips away from Octavia with a wet pop, her head shooting up to the doorway where Raven and Bellamy were standing. Raven a smug grin on her face as she fanned her face with her hand and Bellamy with his back to them, his hand over her eyes.
"Dude, you are on my sister!"
"Don't you guys know how to knock?" Octavia hissed, craning her neck back to look at Raven and Bellamy, tutting at Bellamy's reaction. "Grow up, Belle."
"You are making out on my couch." Raven said incredulously at the same time Bellamy said, "She has her hand up your shirt!"
Clarke snapped her hand back, pushing herself up to kneel in between Octavia's legs.
Octavia pushed herself up onto her elbows, looking back at Bellamy and Raven. "There, Belle."
Bellamy turned around slowly, cracking one eye open just to make sure, then leveled Clarke with a glare. "My sister, Griffin?"
"I- she..." Clarke tried to think of a way to explain this to her friend -one of her best friends- her eyes dropping to Octavia who smile reassuringly, opening her mouth to speak but Clarke bet her to it, her head snapping up to look at Bellamy as she rushed to speak. "I'm crazy about her."
Clarke's eyes flickered down to Octavia, who was smiling softly up at her, then to Raven, who was grinning smugly, then back to Bellamy, who looked like he didn't know what to think.
"She makes me happy, the kind of happy I didn't think I could be after Wells." Clarke confessed, "We're friends Bellamy, and I don't want to lose that, but she's special to me."
Bellamy's jaw tensed and he nodded, averting his eyes briefly from Clarke. "She's a Blake, of course you're crazy about her."
Clarke released a relieved laugh, rolling her eyes at Bellamy.
"Thank god we got back when we did," Raven sighed dramatically, batting at Octavia's legs so that she could sit down on the sofa. "We don't need you two defiling this couch."
"Raven," both Clarke and Bellamy groaned, Clarke settling a little more comfortably beside Octavia as Bellamy took a seat.
Octavia laughed against Clarke's shoulder at the disgusted look on Bellamy's face.
"Come on, Bellamy. Octavia is twenty one, do you really think she's still a virgin?" Raven smirked and Clarke turned her head to press her lips against Octavia's forehead, willing herself not to laugh.
"Ew, no! Raven, we are not- no!" Bellamy slammed his hands over his ears, shaking his head when Raven kept talking. "No. La la la,"
"You are both acting children." Clarke commented, rolling her eyes at her best friends.
Octavia lifted her head to look up at Clarke, "We are finishing this tonight." Octavia whispered as Raven and Bellamy continued to tease each other.
"Mm," Clarke hummed, pecking Octavia on the lips. "My place? My mom is working tonight."
"Why don't we head over now?"
"Good idea," Clarke stood up, gaining Bellamy and Raven's attention. "We are going out for something to eat."
"That's for sure." Octavia grinned as Clarke lead her out of the living room, pushing the blonde up against her front door when they got there.
Clarke smiled down at her, her hand slid into Octavia's hair a she leant forward, only for Octavia to pull back when got within an inch of her lips.
"Easy there, champ, you kiss me now and we might only make it to your car." Octavia winked at Clarke, gently pulling the door open, making Clarke stumble forward slightly.
"You are such a tease." Clarke grumbled, trailing after a laughing Octavia.
"I just want us to get safely to your house," Octavia shrugged, resting her arms on the top of Clarke's car, peering over at the blonde. "And if we kissed I'm more that sure I wouldn't've been able to keep my hands offa you."
Clarke narrowed her eyes Octavia, yanking her car door open and huffing as she fell into her seat.
"You are so easy," Octavia chuckled, shaking head at Clarke.
"You're a jerk," Clarke murmured, ignoring Octavia as she started her car.
"I'll make it up to you." Octavia mumbled, leaning over to Clarke and kissing her just under her ear. "Promise."
Clarke squirmed, more so because she couldn't do anything while driving and not out of discomfort, a little grin on her face as Octavia kissed along her jaw.
Yeah, she was so ready.