A/N: The translations for Raven's angry Spanish will be at the end of this chapter. Enjoy!
"No tengo ningún juego? Te lo mostraré." Raven grunts, marching through the hotel lobby to find the elevators.
"Rae!" Clarke shouts, trying to keep up with the angry power walk, ignoring the looks of the hotel staff as Raven paces through, angrily. "Will you just slow down and tell me what's happened?"
Raven halts her steps to turn to face her best friend, throwing her hands up to her face in a dramatic mock. "Oh, mírame, soy un perdedor engreído que pasa tiempo con mi gato, emitiendo juicios sobre la vida de otras personas que ni siquiera sé porque soy un idiota virtuoso."
Clarke chuckles, watching the dramatic sigh escape her best friend's lips. "I have no idea what the hell you've just said but the acting makes up for it. Now, in English, can you explain to me what's happened?"
As they wait for the elevator to take it's sweet arse time, Raven rambles to Clarke about the earlier events, going on to explain about her run in with Anya and her stupid, British fiancee. Clarke holds back her laughter as Raven goes on to explain her panic and grabbing the nearest girl she could find to introduce to them as her girlfriend.
"The best part was Griff? Her little friend was saying how she's a crazy cat lady, right? And then has the nerve to tell me." Raven points at herself, her voice reaching higher levels. "Me, out of all people that I have no game? Joder eso." Raven turns on the spot, facing the metal elevator doors and angrily pushes the button, in hope it'll make the process go quicker.
Clarke sniffles out a quiet laughter, not able to hold it in any longer to which Raven shoots her a glare. "I'm sorry, I'm just picturing you in a panic and deciding to scoop some random girl in to pretend to be your girlfriend."
"Ha ha," Raven sarcastically mocks, glaring her eyes. "It's not funny, Griff. I kissed her cheek and everything."
"You didn't?" Clarke gasps, the laughter coming out with a force. "What did she do?"
"She stood there, stiff as an iron board and didn't say anything and then I thought hm? How else can I make this even more awkward? Oh, yes, let's just it a whole new step further by becoming a pimp and offering her money."
The elevator door slides open with a ding, just as Raven was finishing her last part of the rant. Needless to say, the people leaving the elevator gave her strange looks when they started to walk out, Raven scowled at them in return before walking into the empty elevator.
Raven leans against the side, glaring straight ahead at the metal. "At least she didn't call you out on it, right? And now you have a girlfriend for this party."
"Did you not listen?" Raven snorts, not bothering to look over, her eyes focused on the metal tin they were travelling in. "She said I had no game. I called it off."
"So now you're back to square one and girlfriend-less. What are you going to say to Anya when you turn up without your date?"
The elevator halts to the floor that they had pressed and the door slides open to allow them to walk out of it, they walk down the hallway, arms linked with each other as Raven tries to plot together her new plan. Only, her sarcasm is over clouding any rational thoughts she could think of. She really needs to get this mood out of her system.
Clarke opens the suite door and makes a beeline for the messy bed, when she reaches a safety distance, she makes a leap and lands successfully on a pile of their mixed up clothes on top of the sheets.
"Let's pretend you're Anya." Raven suggests, with a devious smile on her face. "And obviously, I'm me."
Clarke shuffles up, sitting up straight on the bed and throws up her hands to run havoc in her hair, creating a messy effect and sucks in her cheeks and attempts to speak, "I'm ready."
Raven was knees buckled, letting out howls of laughter at how insane Clarke looks. "Griff, why are you sucking in your cheeks?"
"To create more of a line for my cheek bones?" Clarke replies, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"Right.." Raven says after another laugh, if they're going to give this show a proper run down, she's going to do it properly, too. Raven unravels the scarf from her neck and pulls out her pony tail, allowing her brown, silky hair to unravel past her shoulders. Raven walks out of the room, standing on the opposite side of the door and knocks it.
She could hear the heavy foot steps on the other side make their way to the door and Clarke opens it, with her eyebrows raised and her cheeks still sucked in. "Raven, you made it! Wait, where is your date?"
Raven sighs dramatically, bringing her hand to her forehead. "Spencer couldn't make it today, there's been a problem. Apparently, according to the doctors; her brain has took a dramatic turn, becoming faulty in the wiring, making her normal perspective of life become faulty. It's shocking, she even said I had no game, can you believe it? Me? Out of all the people in the world. The inventor of the 'game' itself!"
Raven slides down the hotel wall with a huge, dramatic sigh.
Clarke widens her eyes further, still in her act and offers out her hand. "Don't you worry, Rae. You can prove to me that your game is intact, quick let's ravish each other over the desk."
"What the fuck, Griff?" Raven replies, coming out of her pretend act and scrunched her face up in concern.
"What?" Clarke shrugs, nonchalantly.
"Ravish each other over a desk, who even says that?" Raven asks, taking Clarke's hand and lifts herself up.
Clarke wiggles her eyebrows, putting her cheeks back to normal. "Do you think Lexa will let me ravish her over a desk?"
"I don't think you'll be getting laid for the rest of your life if you use the word ravish as a sexual term." Raven replies, giving her a look of 'what-the-fuck'.
"How about we ravish a slice of pizza instead? I'm hungry." Clarke smiles, shrugging off the insult and returns back to her spot on the bed.
29th October, 2017. Lincoln's Inn Field.
Spencer was out on her morning run, it was one of little things she still enjoyed doing since she left Rosewood and there wasn't many people walking around at this time of the Sunday morning. The streets were quiet and bare, allowing her to have free roam of the paths as she pleases. It's weird how such a small thing can bring so much pleasure, then again she is used to marching through crowds on the busy London streets.
The autumn air was providing a cold chill against her body as she pumped through the streets, luckily for Spencer, she had her protective running gear on for this kind of weather, every piece of clothing was wrapped tightly around her, providing warmth from the cold; she was her black Nike thermal running tights and a sports jacket, covering her nearly bare body underneath. She had opted to wear only a sports bra underneath the jacket. Just in case the English weather changed - it could be very unpredictable with what she's noticed so far since living here.
Spencer slowly brings her sprinting pace down, settling into a jog as she runs through the gates of Lincoln's Inn Field. Her morning run needed a break soon and there was a small café situated on sight that she usually makes a stop at before beginning her second half of the morning jog.
The song changed on her phone playlist and Runnin' by Beyonce began to pump into her ears, making her legs work harder than she had intended, wanting to sprint again to the motivational song. Spencer let go of the resistance, running free throughout the park, her legs guiding her freely to her next destination.
Autumn was in full force around in the park, the trees that were planted around had leaves falling from them; falling carelessly on top of the patches of grass with it's light colours of yellow's and browns. The park was quiet, just like the streets, with the early morning dog walkers strolling along the paths with their dogs running excitedly throughout the field, some leaping into the patches of leaves with eager and determination.
At the far right end of the park is where the tennis court lay, with people already out filling the courts as they battle with each other with each bat of the ball.
The other end of the park is where the café was placed, with it's table and chairs mounted inside and out. Spencer could see only a few customers sitting outside, enduring the autumn temperatures with their thick coats wrapped around them.
The thought of drinking a warm coffee left her taste buds in awe; aside from Nala, her friends and family - coffee was the next best thing in her life that she loved so much. It's a pity that Ezra couldn't expand his business, opening up an England version of "The Brew" so she could enjoy the taste of her missed, beloved Rosewood coffee.
The song finished, her playlist finding 'Thistle & Weeds' by Mumford and Sons, the song bringing a slower pace to her running; settling back into a jog as she nears towards the café. Spencer's eyes roam to the cafe, licking her lips just thinking about the drink that she would be swallowing in the next five minutes. Her delightful thoughts were interrupted as her eyes roamed over to two customers walking out of the entrance and onto the outside sitting area.
The same pony tail.
The girl from yesterday.
Today, wearing what looks like a blue and white soccer jersey and colour coordinated shorts with a ball at her feet; this girl must be preposterous to even consider wandering around in the cold temperature dressed like that.
Spencer felt like she was glued to the spot - mentally - but her legs had other ideas, eagerly wanting to approach the girl, again. After all, she does have an apology that is over due. After yesterdays incident, she didn't think she would ever see the girl again.
Spencer slowed down on her jog, morphing into a slightly over powered walk as she approached, watching as the pony tail girl works magic with her feet; doing impressive moves with the ball. The first thing that crosses Spencer's mind was no doubt that she was talented.
The other thoughts weren't so innocent, as her eyes trailed up from the ball to her legs and roamed her body; unsure whether she was licking her dry lips from the lack of drink or the image in front of her.
Coffee, you pervert. Spencer thoughts screamed at her, breaking her free from the trance.
Coffee. Definitely coffee.
Spencer's eyes flickered over to the blonde, who was sitting down at the table with a coffee in one hand and her phone in the other, she was dressed more appropriately for today's weather and was completely oblivious as Spencer set out to approach the pony tailed girl.
The tanned girl snapped her head up as Spencer crunched on the leaves below her and threw her hands up in the air, glaring directly at her. "Not today, Satan!"
Spencer raised her eyebrow at the protest, ignoring the boil of irritation in her stomach; she shouldn't be irritated by the rude comment. It was her fault, after all as to why the random woman is mad in the first place. "I came to apologise for yesterday."
The glare was still there, even if her facial features was trying to soften. "Do you usually stalk the girls you offend?"
"I don't usually offend girls to begin with," Spencer rolls her eyes. "I live nearby and was taking my morning run, I was going to take a break and have a coffee and saw you. So, here I am, apologising. Well, trying to, if you would allow me to."
The pony tailed girl grunted, eyes deflecting from Spencer's and looking down at her ball. "What exactly are you apologising for?"
"Hey, Raven. Is everything okay?" Spencer's eyes darted from the girl in front of her, meeting with the blondes blue eyes, who's looking at her with a mixture of concern and anger.
"Hi, allow me to introduce myself, I'm Spencer." Spencer says, with a smile as she offers out her sweaty hand, then it dawns on her that her palms are actually sweaty from the run. Spencer retracts her hand, wiping it with her jacket and holds it back out.
The blonde does something unpredictable and howls out a chuckle, "You're Spencer." The blonde says as she shakes Spencer's hand.
Raven looks up from the ball and shoots the blonde a look of another sharp glare. "Don't you start, Griff."
"What?" Clarke replies, with a wide grin. "It's interesting to finally meet the one who can annoy my best friend that much to the point where she breaks out in Spanish."
Raven holds up her hand to pause her, her glare now burning into Spencer. "Any way, why are you here again?"
Spencer shuffles uncomfortably on the spot, not pleased with herself knowing that she caused someone to be that annoyed. "I-I want to apologise for yesterday, what I said was uncalled for."
"No worries." Raven looks at her, with a weak smile before returning her attention to the ball near her feet. The apology didn't even come close to making amends - but why would it? It's not like Raven knows her well enough to know she is being sincere.
Spencer thought over her next idea which was completely out of character for her - she knows it and doesn't understand why she feels the need to act out the impulsive urge. "I would like to reconsider your informal request and I do not mean that I wish to be paid for any services of any kind but I would wish to.."
Raven didn't look up, she shook her head, sharply, allowing the silence to fill the awkward atmosphere between them.
Spencer, however, carried on. Unsure of whether it was the jog that was burning her cheeks with a blush or the situation she was about to offer. "I would like to be your pretend girlfriend for this event you're attending. I'm not forcing it upon you, but if you still need me to be there then I'll leave my number with you." Spencer pauses, looking out for any reaction; the brunette was still playing with the ball between her feet. Spencer looks up to find the woman, who she only knows so far as 'Griff' and speaks again, "do you have a pen?"
Clarke shakes her head, "I don't, but I do have a phone?"
"That'll work perfectly."
Clarke messes with her phone before handing it over with the unlocked screen and Spencer types in her number, saving her name formally as Spencer Hastings before handing the phone back over to the blonde. "I'll shall leave you two it, have a good day. And Raven, I really do mean my apology."
Spencer turns on her heals, jogging over to the cafe area to hide the awkward embarrassment that's taken over her. Never has she been put in a situation where it requires leaving her comfort zone of organised planning and jumping into an unfamiliar impulsive manner.
"Are you going to take this number?"
"No. And before you ask me again in the next minutes, it's a no again." Raven mumbles, twirling the soccer ball between her feet.
"She did apologise and you know, she's quite attractive." Clarke replies, looking over at the brunette who's sitting down inside the coffee shop.
"Stop looking!" Raven whines, pulling Griffin away so she doesn't get seen. "Besides, if you think she's attractive, why don't you take her?"
"I can't, it'll ruin my plans to sweep Lexa off her feet." Clarke smiles to herself.
Raven rolls her eyes but couldn't refrain the smile that wanted to surface. Her best friend was nothing short of ridiculous. She's only been pining for Lexa now since their band made their first live appearance on a television show. Clarke had the heart eyes since then, like a proper fan girl. "I hope that it works out for you, honestly."
"Thank you." Clarke beams with excitement, linking her arm with Raven's and leans in to whisper in her ear, "I think you should stop being stubborn and take that number though. I mean, look at her."
Raven follows the orders reluctantly at first, her eyes glancing over to look at Spencer, who's now stood from the table and opened her jacket, revealing nothing but a sport's bra. Raven's stubborn side tried it's hardest not to lower her gaze, but the eyes always win. Absorbing the sight from the distance, Spencer was packed with abs. Abs. Fucking Abs. Why, why do this to me? I'm trying to prove a point.
Spencer wrapped the jacket around her waist, covering her toned body as pushes through the entrance of the door and the two girls look away, sheepishly, trying not to get caught with their staring. When they look back, Spencer had already started to sprint down the path, away from them.
"Exactly." Clarke whispers again, confirming Raven's thoughts and Raven pushed her away, shaking her head out of her daze.
"So, she has a hot body? That doesn't mean anything."
"And attractive."
And damn fucking attractive. Still, doesn't mean a thing.
"And?"
"I think you should take this number and make your ex girlfriend jealous." Clarke winks at her, with a smirk on her face.
Game on, Anya Forrester.
Unknown number:
Hey,
I've got your number from a listed
website, are you still selling your
copies of dwarf porn?
"Uh?" Spencer says out loud, confused as she re-reads the messages, unsure if she read it correctly the first time.
"What's up, S?" Aria asks, looking over from the settee to her best friend who was stood in the kitchen, who was still looking down at her phone.
"I just had an unknown number text me and asked me about dwarf porn and if I was still selling them?" Spencer replies, just as confused.
Aria laughed out loud, tears rolling down her eyes. "It's not a brand new A is it?"
"Not that I know of, they don't have the famous signature on there." Spencer replies, in disbelief. Spencer types back a reply any way, just to clear up the confusion. More than likely a wrong number.
Spencer Hastings:
I'm truly sorry, I'm not the person
selling the dwarf porn. I think you
have the wrong number. Can I ask
which site this is from so I can have
my number removed? Thank you.
Spencer returned to her task at hand, currently in the process of making a roast dinner for her and Aria before she has to drive her friend back to the airport. Aria couldn't stay another night, she had plans to attend to back home. Spencer continued peeling the carrots before her phone vibrated again.
Unknown Number:
You're not the kind of girl that I
would like to have as a fake girlfriend
after all. What a shame. ;)
Spencer rolled her eyes at the text message with a small smile tugging at her lips; Raven had decided to text her after all. It was a relief, knowing that they could move on from their first and second encounter. Aria popped her head up again, smiling warily at Spencer.
"So, who is it?" Aria asks with curiosity.
"Raven." Spencer simply replies, looking down at her phone, trying to hold back the smile.
Spencer Hastings:
Oh, that is a shame, indeed.
There was me getting my hopes
up for nothing.
I hope you find what you're looking for.
May I suggest of looking at Craigslist
for your love of dwarf porn?
All the best, Spencer. x
"You're not in the dog house any more then, huh?"
Spencer places the phone back down on the kitchen side, returning back to her task at hand of peeling the carrots. Spencer knew just by the humour in Aria's voice that if she looked over at the small brunette, she would find her small best friend grinning.
"I don't like dwarf porn, not her kind of girl after all." Spencer replies, biting down on her lips to stop the smile from appearing.
"Are you both flirting?" Aria asks, her voice more high pitched than usual.
Spencer looked over at Aria and raised her eyebrows. "Do people normally flirt over dwarf porn?"
Impressive deflection, Spencer thinks to herself.
"No, but people do usually hide their smiles if they're flirting. Why, Miss Hastings, is there something that you want to tell me?"
Maybe not impressive after all.
Spencer knew what Aria was getting at, so she rolled her eyes at the question. "Yes, there is."
Aria waited, on the edge of her seat with Nala sleeping comfortably in Aria's lap. Spencer finished the carrot she was peeling and looked over at her best friend, keeping her face as serious as possible before faking her stutter, "I-I-I think you're not having any food if you carry on, do you understand?" Spencer warns, pointing the peeler in her hands in Aria's direction.
Aria protested with her hands up, sinking back in to the seat behind her and dropping the conversation. If Spencer knows anything, it's that her best friend loves her cooking far too much and she wouldn't want to risk it.
Raven:
I think I'll skip dwarf porn just
for you. I was thinking more of a big,
friendly giant and you fit the criteria.
Congratulations on passing!
You have until Midnight to claim your prize.
Claim my prize? Maybe they were flirting after all.
Spencer Hastings:
Is that an insult about my height? I'll
take the friendly as an compliment.
Spencer paused, thinking over if it was right to finish the text with the thought pressing at the front of her mind. Her brain was intrigued to find out what her prize was. Aria's words were still lingering in the air, though; are you flirting? Was she? Why was a part of her wanting to carry on if they were?
Curiosity ended up getting the better of her, finishing the rest of the text with: what does the prize entail?
For some reason - a reason that Spencer does not understand - this whole texting back and forth felt natural. Usually, in the past experiences, Spencer was shy when it came to flirting with others, normally leaving her in a mumbling, nervous wreck. Tonight, she felt a bit braver. Or, a whole lot braver. Wherever this new found courage came from, she was thankful for.
"What are you going to do?" Aria asks, not even bothering to look over this time, the television screen that was mounted on the wall took her attention, instead.
"With what?"
"Well, you're not gay," Aria responds, this time looking over. "Unless, you are gay?"
Sexuality wasn't an important deal to Spencer. In fact, she wasn't one for such labels, love comes in all forms where she is concerned. But for argument sake; she doesn't know where her sexuality lay, she's never thought about it before in great depth. She's had relationship with men and she could appreciate either gender's attractiveness and flaws.
Has she ever had romantic feelings for another female? No, she's never had that experience.
Spencer shrugs, casually as she works her way around the kitchen, checking over the food that was cooking. "I don't see the point in refining to a set sexuality."
"And that doesn't answer my question. Back to my point any way - you're going to be in a pretend relationship with someone you don't even know. Specifically, this said other person is a female. And if I stand correctly, I've never seen you before engage with another female like that before."
It wasn't the point that Aria was trying to put across that shocked Spencer, it was the fact at how formal that sentence was constructed, she was amazed by how mature it even sounded.
"Wow, Aria. I don't think I've ever heard you put together a sentence so formally." Spencer replies back, tilting her head in shock.
"Just disregard my point, S."
"Yes, back on that. No, I don't know if this fake relationship even requires doing anything in an affectionate manner. We haven't discussed that."
Raven:
Take it however you please. ;)
And duh, the prize is that you
get to spend a whole night with
me. How amazing is that?
Spencer looked down at the text and froze - the confidence front she had was crumbling down into her usual messy demeanour. A whole night with her? Is she implying a whole night as in a sexual way?
"I'm not even going to ask why your tongue is poking out like a dog witnessing a bone for the first time in it's life."
Spencer ignored the dig from the brunette, just staring at the text in front of her, trying to regain control of her thoughts; they were definitely slipping into somewhere she had not expected.
Spencer Hastings:
A whole night with you?
"You know Emily and Ali are going to have a field day with you." Aria says, creeping up behind Spencer in the kitchen to get herself a drink from the fridge.
Spencer jumped, holding her phone to her chest for dear life, she hadn't realised that Aria had walked into the small kitchen area. Spencer threw the nearest towel at Aria. "Whatever this is stays with us, okay?"
Aria smirked, throwing the towel back at her. "Fine, fine. I'll keep it to myself. How long until this food is cooked?"
Spencer looked over at the timer before replying, "Another hour at most. Go make yourself useful and find us a film to watch."
"Make yourself useful and bang this chick already." Aria casually shot back, swiftly and quickly moving out of Spencer's reach before she has the backlash of that comment.
Spencer shot a glare at her, "Aria! I'm not 'banging' this chick."
Aria shrugged as she took a seat back on the settee, picking up the remote to browse through Netflix.
Raven:
You know? The party?
A whole night with me.
And Clarke, of course.
But she'll be too busy drooling
over my ex girlfriend's best friend,
no biggie. I was thinking we could
meet tomorrow? And I wanted to
apologise, too, for how I acted today.
I can be stubborn sometimes.
Spencer let out the huge breath she was holding in when she had picked up the vibrating phone. Not a night with her how Spencer had thought, she had meant the party, instead. Spencer couldn't tell if she was disappointed or relieved by the answer. But, she was happy that their tensed encounters could finally come to an end.
Spencer Hastings:
I have work until the late afternoon,
but we could meet after it? I'll text
you when I'm finished. You can tell
me more about this whole night
that I get to spend with you both.
I'm going to leave you for the night now
and spend some time with Aria before she
leaves. Have a good evening. x
A/N: This website is different to AO3, so I'll put end notes here for Raven's angry Spanish translations:
No tengo ningún juego? Te mostrare. - I do not have any game? I'll show you.
Oh, mírame, soy un perdedor engreído que pasa tiempo con mi gato, emitiendo juicios sobre la vida de otras personas que ni siquiera sé porque soy un idiota virtuoso - Oh, look at me, I'm a cocky loser who spends time with my cat, making judgements about other people's lives that I do not even know because I'm a virtuous idiot.
Joder eso - Fuck that.