"This tastes like cat piss," Miller choked out the words between coughs as he looked disgusted.
"Don't criticize the recipe!" Jasper snapped, leaning over the carboy in the shower. Clarke watched, uncertain, from Bellamy's bathroom door.
"Jasper, when did you even get that thing in there?" Bellamy groaned.
Jasper shrugged. "Last night. You were out, so…"
"Why didn't you wait for me? We both know you don't bother to measure anything." Monty said, pushing passed Miller in the doorway and crouching beside his friend.
"It's fine. Besides, it's not what it tastes like, but what it does to you." He smirked as Monty frowned at the brew.
"Shit, I'll try it," Octavia said, reaching for the plastic cup Jasper was filling.
"No, Octavia," Bellamy said and his sister glared at him before taking the cup deliberately slowly.
"Relax, bud," Jasper said. "'It's completely safe, I promise."
"Sure it is," Bellamy muttered sarcastically. "But that doesn't change the fact that she's eighteen."
"Me too. But that doesn't change the fact I'm about to get slammed."
Clarke glanced from Bellamy, who was muttering curses under his breath, to the rest of the group. They were all crowded in and around the boys' bathroom, where Jasper had some ridiculous brewing contraption half suspended from the faucet and shower head. There were lengths of black rubber tubing and two large glass carboys, one partially filled with a frothy, amber liquid, along with an assortment of plastic containers, bottles and a long, wooden spoon.
"Oh, what the hell," Raven said, accepting the glass that Jasper was offering her.
"J and M's famous moonshine," Monty said fondly, rocking back on his heels as Jasper poured.
"I know! We haven't made a batch in, like, a month! Ever since we left home and we couldn't figure out this damn propane tank and the burner took a crap, but whatever." Jasper slapped the side of the Blue Rhino tank and it echoed metallically.
"Clarke?" Jasper raised a brow and held out a filled cup to her. Clarke hesitated, not sure whether or not to accept it. She hadn't drank since the night of the frat party… and the memory was still fresh, very fresh, in her mind, and now Bellamy was standing beside her, practically radiating his displeasure.
"C'mon!" Octavia encouraged. "Don't let Bell ruin all your fun."
Clarke glanced up at him and saw his face had softened slightly from the hard expression he'd had a few moments before.
"Okay," Clarke said quietly and Jasper beamed. She had no intention of getting drunk, per say, but sometimes things were a little more fun if you were slightly buzzed.
"Now you, big guy," Jasper said, thrusting the last cup at Bellamy who was currently standing with his arms tightly crossed over his chest.
"You know you want to," Jasper taunted, swirling the beer right under Bellamy's nose until he cracked a smile and Jasper cheered triumphantly.
"Give it here, you idiot," he said gruffly.
"Atta boy! Let me tell you, I've been making this stuff since the eighth grade, and each year it keeps getting better and better," Jasper said proudly to no one in particular before slamming back a cup and refilling it.
"Better how, exactly?" Murphy asked with a sour expression. "Because I think the flavor could use a little improvement."
"Shut up and be grateful for what God has given you," Jasper said, waving Murphy away.
Monty filled in. "We still haven't got the exact flavor profile worked out yet, but let's be honest, it's more about the alcohol anyways. This right here is some of the strongest yet."
"How strong?" Bellamy asked skeptically.
"Uh, I don't know, maybe 140 proof?"
Bellamy sputtered. "What? That's 70% alcohol!"
"Sorta the point man," Jasper grinned devilishly from where he was leaning against the sink.
"Is this going to make us go blind?" Raven peered into her glass. She had yet to take a sip.
"I dunno. I still see fine."
"For now," Bellamy grumbled, shifting from foot to foot.
"What's so bad about it?" Octavia asked.
Bellamy stared at his sister for a moment before rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Remember that one time you took, well, you tried to take a shot of Bacardi 151? This is basically that, but a bootlegger version."
"Hmm," Octavia mused.
"Don't you dare!" Bellamy said too late, because Octavia knocked the glass back.
"Oh God!" She physically staggered back as her lips pulled back from her teeth. "That is strong." Jasper laughed as Octavia shook her head from side to side, grinning. Clarke bit back a grin at the expression on Bellamy's face.
"You're a fool," he muttered, placing his glass down. Monty picked it up and took a swig. Clarke was sort of impressed that he didn't even flinch. Monty seemed more like the nerdy, geek type than a big drinker, but he seemed to have no problem with the strong taste of it.
"One time, Finn took two shots of Everclear, and he didn't wake up for seventeen hours."
"Fuckin' idiot," Bellamy mumbled, loud enough that only Clarke could hear, as everyone else busted out laughing.
"I based this recipe on Everclear, you know! I dunno how they get so much ethanol though," Jasper said thoughtfully. The effects of his homemade grain alcohol were clearly already taking effect on him as he slumped against the sink.
"Everclear will destroy you," Murphy said knowingly.
"It's not meant to be taken straight," Raven said.
"It is if you want to get messed up," Jasper said, laughing and Murphy clapped him on the back.
"Hey you got the TV don't you, Bellamy?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Good, let's get out of this bathroom."
"It is kinda weird."
"Whatever," Bellamy said, backing up and everyone followed into his side of the dorm.
"Oh, don't be pouty, Bell!" Octavia shouted. "I feel fine!"
"You won't tomorrow."
Octavia only shrugged and flopped onto the spare bed.
"Scoot over," Harper told her and Octavia exaggeratedly flopped to her side. Harper and Monty sat next to her as Bellamy fiddled with his TV. Clarke hadn't noticed it before; he must have gotten it sometime this week.
The other boy sat down on the floor, still holding their plastic cups, seeming to mind the taste less and less the more they had. Raven set her cup on the desk and sat in Bellamy's desk chair. Clarke still stood, holding her untouched cup and surveying the room.
"What d'ya wanna watch?" Bellamy asked, tossing the remote to Murphy.
"Something scary!" Octavia cried. Her head was hanging off the mattress, upside down. Clarke was already anticipating the aftermath of her impulse shot.
"No, most horror movies are so stupid they end up being funny."
"That's why they're good!" she argued.
"Hmpfh."
Clarke didn't care what they watched, figuring her friends in their drunken state would be enough entertainment. Bellamy sat down on his bed and caught Clarke's eye, nodding for her to come sit beside him. She hesitated a moment before stepping over Miller's splayed legs and gingerly sitting on the edge of his bed. She remembered the last time she was here and how different things had felt then.
"I swear to God if we have to watch any more football today!" Octavia bemoaned as Murphy settled the channel on Sports Center.
"What? It's all that's on."
"I beg to differ," Raven said, reaching out to take the remote, but Murphy snatched it back, holding it just out of her reach. Raven glared at him before lunging for the remote, only to stumble over Jasper and wind up on the floor.
Murphy cackled but Raven smacked him in the side of the ribs.
"Oof!" He exhaled and Raven grabbed his wrist, wrestling him for the remote.
"Ah ha!" She triumphantly jumped to her feet.
"Not fair," Murphy groaned, rubbing his side.
"Sorry, I guess being sober just makes me more nimble," Raven said without remorse.
Clarke scooted back on Bellamy's bed to lean against the wall, content to just observe the bickering over the TV. She balanced the cup between her knees, careful not to spill it's contents.
"So I never officially asked you," Belamy started, joining Clarke in her relaxed position.
"Asked me what?"
"How was your very first Gopher's game?"
"It was great. It was a good game, and it's always more fun when you win," She replied and Raven tossed the remote over Murphy's head to Octavia who didn't so much catch it as have it fall into her lap.
"True. I'm glad you had a good time."
"Me too. Did you?"
"Of course."
"Good." Clarke nodded. This conversation was… weirdly dull she thought. "I can't believe you let these two knuckleheads set up a distillery in your shower. Didn't you stop them once before?"
"Yeah. I guess I wasn't here to stop them this time though. And I didn't see it this morning, they had the shower curtain closed. Sneaky bastards. I shoulda known the second they came home with that black curtain that they were about to hide something."
Clarke chuckled.
"Nightmare On Elm Street? That's the best you could find?"
"It's free on HBO!"
"That doesn't change the fact that it sucks."
"It does not!"
The argument continued, voices getting louder as people got drunker.
"Sorry we all barged in here," Clarke said, feeling like she needed to say something.
"S'no problem. I don't really mind. I'd rather have Octavia somewhere I can keep an eye on her if she's going to act like an egghead."
"Egghead?"
"Yeah. Absolute egghead," Bellamy said. Clarke glanced over at him, his head resting against the wall, and faintly amused smile on his lips and a look in his eye like he was somewhere else, lost in a memory. He looked so calm, at peace, despite the chaotic atmosphere of the room. He was a stable point, a place to anchor, and Clarke realized she'd done just that. She'd anchored herself to Bellamy to keep from drifting away everytime a strong wave surged up around her.
Clarke was so lost in her own thoughts that she didn't even notice that Bellamy's head had turned towards her, returning her gaze.
"Whatcha thinkin' about, Princess?" He asked quietly, but his voice was enough to draw Clarke back to the present.
She shook her head slightly, shifting to sit higher up. "Nothing. Just...thinking."
Bellamy turned his head and made a face as if to say, 'I don't believe you.'
"I guess I was thinking about how, nice, it is that Octavia has you, and you have her. It's sweet how much you care. I know she won't say it, but she appreciates you, even if she acts like she doesn't care, she does."
"Thanks, Clarke. It's nice to hear that." Bellamy rolled his head along the wall so he could see the sister in question. She was straddling Jasper, holding up her phone and struggling to take a photo of them. They were both past the tipping point on the drunkenness scale, so while Octavia tried in vain to get Jasper to pose with her, he tried to fight her off, yelling a stream of slurred words about the nerve of some people.
"How do you think they learned to brew liquor?" Clarke asked bellamy.
"Who knows, but if I had to guess, I'd bet they came up with it themselves. They're both smart, although they usually don't look it. Monty knows all kinds of shit about plants and stuff, and Jasper's no idiot."
"Huh."
Jasper rolled free of Octavia and snatched one of Bellamy's shoes off the floor before holding it up like a gun.
"Stop ri'there! You're unner 'rest!" He slurred, pretending to discharge his shoe-gun.
"Well, most of the time, he's no idiot," Bellamy revised.
Clarke hummed her agreement, absently toying with the full cup. Raven got up from the desk chair and squished onto the end of the bed beside Clarke.
"Aren't you just a little curious about what it tastes like?" The dark haired girl asked, a bright gleam in her eye.
"Yeah, a bit," Clarke admitted, scooting down to make room for Raven. Bellamy was sitting in the center of the bed, but he didn't move as Clarke did, staying right where he was.
"I'll do it if you do." Raven raised her glass to Clarke, siddling closer to her. Clarke was pressed between her and Bellamy now, her arms clamped to her sides and she felt the heat of Bellamy's body through both of their clothes.
Uncertainty, Clarke said, "I don't want to do the whole shot."
They all looked over at those who had taken back a whole glass. Monty looked dazed and Harper pretended to be scared of the movie playing on the TV so she could hold his hand, Jasper was either asleep or pretending to be, so Octavia, who was trying to put one of Bellamy's ball caps on people's heads, would leave him alone. Murphy and Miller were talking, but not to each other. They were just talking.
"Good point. Someone has to look after these fools. But it'll be a bit more fun buzzed." Raven leaned forward, shifting to face Clarke and Bellamy.
"Got a point there." Bellamy surprised Clarke by saying.
"Okay."
Raven grinned. "One...two...three!"
Clarke tipped back the glass, noting how the acrid liquor burned her nostrils before it had even crossed her lips. It felt like liquid heat on her tongue and scalded her throat. She swallowed the small sip, then proceeded to gag as her body rejected the foul substance.
Raven made a face like she'd bitten into a lemon, sticking her tongue out and glaring into the cup like it had offended her.
"Good God, that's terrible," Clarke choked out, scraping her tongue across her front teeth in an attempt to stave off the tingling sensation.
Clarke turned a look on Bellamy, who was snickering at the pair of them.
"Think that's funny, Blake?" Raven challenged, rocking onto her knees.
"Uh, yeah," Bellamy said easily. Clarke already knew where this was heading.
"You do it." She held the glass to him, a competitive gleam in her eye.
"Yeah!" Clarke put in, dumping the remainder of her drink in with Raven's.
Bellamy looked mildly at them, completely unruffled. "Can't. I gotta keep an eye on this." He gestured to the room.
"Don't worry about that, we've got it under control," Raven said.
"Definitely. No way I'm taking any more of that."
Bellamy shifted to sit up straighter. Clearly, he had thought that excuse would save him. Clarke smiled smugly at him and he sighed.
"Gimme that," He grabbed for the cup. "And for the record, this is way more than one shot."
"Oh, you're a big boy, Blake!" Raven said, patting Bellamy's knee.
He huffed, took a deep breath, and knocked back the shot. Raven whooped and Clarke giggled slightly, then laughed as Bellamy Adam's apple jutted out with the force of his swallow. His stomach heaved once, trying to reject the alcohol, but he held firm. After another moment, his tongue darted out around his lips and he let out a loaded sigh.
"Look at this bigshot." Raven rocked back, bumping into the wall as she settled back into place.
"That is literal acid," Bellamy seethed, crushing the cup in his hand.
"Tell me about it," Clarke agreed.
"You? I think you had dram, at most." Bellamy's eyes fluttered.
"I don't even know what that is."
"One eighth of an ounce.'' Bellamy said.
Clarke disagreed. "Oh please! I had more than that!"
"Whatever, Princess," He said with a half smile, his head lolling on the wall.
"Princess?" Raven echoed. Clarke had almost forgotten she was sitting there, even with her shoulder pressed up against Clarke's back.
"Yeah. He calls me that sometimes," Clarke said, slightly embarrassed.
"That's cute," Raven said with her suggestive tone.
Clarke turned a silencing look on her, but she only smiled and said, "Oh, Clarke. I told you you should talk to me about this."
"There is no this," Clarke said, turning back to Bellamy because he had reached over and took the end of one of her braids between his fingers.
"Oh?"
"It's like a little paintbrush," Bellamy murmured, twisting the ends over her hair and round and around.
"Yeah," Clarke said, pushing his hand away. Bellamy looked slightly dejected. "That shit works fast."
"Does not!" he immediately protested. "I'm no lightweight. I feel completely, one-hundred percent sober."
"Sure ya do," Raven snorted. Bellamy scoffed but just ended up sitting there with his lips half pushed out. He kinda looked like a goat.
"Well, anyway," Clarke said, patting Bellamy's hand down when he reached for her hair again. It made her stomach flip every time he reached for her, and now her pulse sped up as he captured her hand and started to fiddle with her fingers.
"I guess we're the designated chaperones now," Raven said.
"Fine by me. At least we won't be sick as dogs tomorrow. I barely had any and my head already hurts."
"Yeah. I'll guess right now we'll end up nursemaids in the morning," Raven said. Bellamy had fixated on Clarke's middle fingernail, running his thumb back and forth across the smooth surface.
"Jasper! Get up." Octavia was tugging on the boy's arm. He only moaned as his back left the floor, his head rolling back.
"Fine! I'll get some more myself." Octavia unceremoniously dropped him back to the ground.
"Oh no." Clarke started to get up to intercept Octavia's advance towards the bathroom distillery. If there was one thing Octavia definitely didn't need, it was another drink.
"Hey," Bellamy said, gripping her hand as she slid off the bed.
"Let go," She said, tugging her arm away. "I'm trying to save your sister from alcohol poisoning."
"My sister?" Bellamy said, furrowing his brow.
"Octavia?" She prompted.
"Oh. Her."
"Yeah," Clarke laughed. "That's the one."
"She's fine. Come back here."
"Bellamy, no."
He cocked his head, considering for a moment, then released her. "Fine, fine. Whatever you say, Princess."
"Thank you," Clarke said, shaking her head as she backed away from Bellamy. For a second, her mind flashed back in time, to another time when she had asked, no, begged, someone to stop, but they hadn't. And there sat Bellamy, with his innocent intentions, yet he still followed her wishes. Clarke wanted to give him a hug and thank him for being a decent human being, but Raven hollered for her help.
It took both Raven and Clarke to push Octavia back into the dorm, then block the bathroom door with a chair.
"Should we dump it out?" Clarke asked.
Raven frowned, nudging the carboy with her foot and the alcohol sloshed back and forth, leaving lines of foam on the sides of the glass. "I don't know. Jasper might kill us tomorrow."
"Eh, sounds like a tomorrow problem," Clarke declared and together, they lifted the heavy carboy and poured it's contents into the toilet, watching as it swirled away, leaving behind only clear water.
"Good riddance," Clarke said, washing her hands in the sink.
"They'll probably have a new batch by tomorrow night."
"Probably."
Back in Bellamy's dorm, the TV had been switched to The Simpsons which seemed to hold everyone's attention much better than the horror movie. They all sat rapt, watching the TV like elementary school children on the first Friday of the month when they got to watch Bill Nye the Science Guy on the old VHS player.
"Huh," Raven said, flopping back down in the desk chair. "Go on back to your prince, Princess."
Clarke flipped Raven off, but she did return to Bellamy's bed, and his drunken smile made her chest squeeze. He looked unabashedly joyful at her return, instantly reaching towards her. Clarke gave him her hand and he tugged her beside him.
"Where d'ya go? I was lonely."
Clarke chuckled. "Lonely? I was gone for five minutes. Not even."
"Longer than that," he disagreed. "Doesn't matter. You're back."
"I am," Clarke said. Bellamy's face reflected in the blue light from the television, making his freckles stand out. His hair was even crazier than it normally was, if that was possible. The curly dark locks looked like a bird's nest on top of his head and Clarke couldn't resist reaching out and trying to tame it.
Bellamy moaned and leaned into her touch, startling Clarke.
"What are you doing over there, Clarke?" Raven smirked.
"Hush up," Clarke said.
"Wha.. Why'd you stop?" Bellamy gazed up at her with his puppy dog eyes.
"You're too drunk for your own good," Clarke gave his shoulder a little shove and he huffed.
"I am perfectly sober."
"Then why'd you make that noise?"
"What noise?"
Clarke rolled her eyes. "When I touched your hair?"
"Oh!" he said, "It's a secret."
"What? What do you even mean by that?"
"I'll tell you," he said, shuffling over closer to Clarke, his blankets getting all scrunched up beneath him.
"Out with it then," Clarke said when Bellamy stilled.
"Right." He leaned into her ear, seemingly deciding halfway there that his head was just too heavy to hold up, so he dropped his chin onto Clarke's shoulder. His boney chin dug into her collarbone, but she let him lean there.
"I'll tell you, but you can't tell anyone."
"Okay, Bellamy. I promise I won't tell anyone," she said, playing along with him. Raven caught her eye and Clarke looked away as quickly as possible.
"Alright. It's just that-" He paused- "I really like it, I mean really like having my hair played with." He sat back almost bashfully and Clarke looked incredulously at him.
"What kind of secret is that? I pretty sure most people like-"
"Shh!" He shushed her, glancing around the room to make sure no one was listening.
"I think you're a paranoid drunk," Clarke remarked.
"Am not. Cause not drunk."
"Suuurre you're not," she drawled sarcastically.
He scowled at her like a scolded child before sidling up to her.
"So, do you think you could… maybe…?"
"Maybe what, Bellamy? Play with your hair?" Clarke was more than amused when his hand darted out to press a finger to her lips like she'd just disclosed his most private secret.
"Hush!" he insisted. Raven, who was definitely listening to the whole exchange, was doing a poor job of hiding her laughter.
"Yeah, go on Clarke. Play with his head." Clarke glared at Raven and the implied double entendre.
"Fine." She told Bellamy and his face lit up. Clarke folded her legs, expecting Bellamy to sit on the floor in front of his bed, but he just dropped his head into her lap, flopping over on the mattress.
"God, he's like a dog," Raven said.
"He really is," Clarke agreed, looking down at Bellamy's face. His eyes were closed and he wore a patient look.
"Have fun with that."
"Mmm," Clarke hummed, but in truth, she really didn't mind this situation at all. It was pretty fun to see this side of Bellamy; he was pretty goofy when he was drunk.
He cracked one eye open and peered up at Clarke, nodding his head to get her going.
"Okay, okay," She murmured, brushing the hair off his forehead and running her fingers through the tangly mess. His eyes rolled back in his head and he groaned again.
"Shh!" Clarke giggled, pressing a finger to his lips like he had done to her a moment ago.
"I not'en makin' noise," He slurred, the words coming out in one long string, barely discernible. He nestled his head further into Clarke's lap.
She ran her hand up the opposite way and he sighed in heavy satisfaction. It almost seemed like simply running her fingers along his scalp was more intoxicating to him that two shots of 140 proof alcohol.
Clarke relaxed, and although she felt a little like she was petting a dog, it was nice. It was sort of empowering to see what a simple touch did to Bellamy. She spent a long time raking her fingers through the mop, untangling all the strands. His face was a content mask with closed eyes and the sweetest little smile on his lips. His breath was steady on Clarke's bare leg.
Bellamy had fallen asleep in just a few minutes, his chest rising and falling in a steady, deep rhythm. Clarke didn't stop though and she had no intention of it.
Bellamy wasn't the only one who had fallen asleep, either. It seemed like this 'party' wasn't much of a rager. Harper was snoring lightly on Monty's shoulder while he continued to watch television. Jasper was laying on his side, drooling onto the carpet beside Murphy, who had entered a competitive match of thumb wrestling with Octavia, who had lost much of her previous vigor. Miller was awake, typing something on his phone, and Raven was looking through Bellamy's notebooks on his desk.
"What're we meant to do with 'em all?" Raven asked in a whisper when Clarke herself was dangerously close to drifting off herself.
"I dunno," she mumbled. "Can't they just stay here? I mean, it'd be easier to make sure no one chokes on their own vomit if they're all in the same room."
Raven's nose turned up and Clarke's crude choice of words. "You've got a point there."
"I'm going to fall asleep if I sit here much longer though," Clarke said.
"It's okay. You two look so cute there," Raven smiled softly. "New relationships are always so sweet."
Clarke's heart sped up again, waking her up like a shot of espresso. "We're not a relationship."
Raven gave her a knowing look. "Just because you two haven't named it yet, doesn't mean there isn't something there."
Clarke's hand stilled for the first time and Bellamy shifted. If only Raven knew… "It's not like that, Raven. It's… complicated."
"How complicated could it be? You've only known each other for a couple weeks."
"I know… there's just a lot of- I don't know." Clarke considered telling Raven. The words were right on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't say them. Not now, not here in this room full of their sleeping, drunk friends. Maybe not ever.
"It's okay not to know...Yet." Raven said. "You know, Finn never officially asked me to be his girlfriend. He didn't have to, I guess, we just sort of grew together."
Clarke stared down at Bellamy's slumbering face as soon as Raven mentioned Finn.
"That's how it works, sometimes," Clarke said absently. That wasn't what was going to happen between her and Bellamy. Clarke didn't want that… she didn't want to be in a relationship right now, especially not with someone who knew things about her that no one else knew. Besides, Bellamy wouldn't want to date her anyway.
"Yeah, and sometimes it works the opposite way, too," Raven said, the timbre of her voice changing. Clarke looked away from the man in her lap to her friend.
"What do you mean?" Clarke asked gently, knowing the answer to her question.
Raven gave a half hearted shrug. "Something changed when we started college… we used to be best friends, there was nothing we didn't tell each other. I spent all of my time with Finn, and we were, well, inseparable. But now, he doesn't talk to me, blows off my calls, cancels plans. I don't know what to do, because I still love him. So much."
Clarke felt her gut twist, writhing like a viper in her abdomen, straining to break free even if that meant bursting straight through her skin. If Bellamy hadn't been holding her in place, Clarke thought she might have sprang from the bed and ran from the room. She still loves him.
A wash of guilt followed soon after. This was Clarke's fault. It really was, no matter what way she looked at it, and even though part of her screamed that she was the victim in all of this, the real victim was Raven. Raven wouldn't love Finn if she knew what he did. Or would she? Would she forgive him? Or worse yet, would she think Clarke was lying? What if Raven refused to believe the truth, refused to see Finn for what he was on the inside.
Did Clarke really know who Finn was on the inside though? Surely Raven knew him much better than Clarke did, they had been together since they were children. But how, if Finn was so evil, could Raven not have seen it? Was it something had lain dormant, hiding under the surface, until it exploded out in a disastrous, detrimental way?
"Clarke?" Raven's voice drew her from her thoughts.
She hurriedly turned to look at Raven, who had undeniable suspicion written across her features.
"Sorry," Clarke said, looking away from Raven. The pressure in the room was building, Raven's gaze was like a laser, cutting right through all of Clarke's carefully erected defenses.
"What's wrong?" she asked tersely.
Clarke's heart was pounding, beating against the confines of her ribcage. The words… the words that would tell Raven the truth, the truth that Clarke had told no one, the truth Bellamy only knew because he had been an unfortunate bystander who had a heart of gold, they were straining against Clarke's clamped teeth.
"Nothing," she forced out instead.
"Do you know something about Finn?" Raven asked, almost as if she were scared to know the answer to that question.
"No. I don't know anything about him."
AN_
Ah, the wonders of underage drinking! :) Just kidding. But life can be more fun half buzzed... also kidding. Thank you to the moon and back to my wonderful betareader, kyliEisMC2. A true angel.
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