Authors Note - Thanks for all the follows guys! I promise I know where I'm going with this story, but it may take me a while to finish it. But updates will be fairly regular for the next few chapters. Anyway, enjoy :)

'I thought I saw your face

At the end of the alley

It was dark but somewhat pretty

Just like everything I see

Except you were there glowing

And your body was floating off the ground'

I've been alone too long by SOKO

Chapter 2- I thought I saw your face

It's hot now, so hot that Clarke has to shield her sketchbook from the beads of sweat that trail down her forehead. She glances up from the bleachers to see Octavia running through soccer drills with her teammates. She sighs and returns her focus back to her sketch, there on the page is the outline of the soccer field, the silhouette of Coach Indra barking relentless orders at a tired Octavia. She chuckles to herself; she will never understand why Octavia enjoys the sweaty, tiring training sessions. She remembers the day she had tried to persuade Octavia to drop out of soccer after the girl had threw up everywhere due to a particularly gruelling training session.

'It takes my mind off everything Clarke, you may not like it, but it makes me feel in tune with my body, I feel like a warrior'

'Right, sorry Mulan'

'HEY! The least you could do is take this seriously. It's a beautiful game, I enjoy the finesse and skill'

'Yeah, that and the fact that you get to tackle people and pretend it was an accident that you broke their ankles' Clarke lifts her fingers up in an air quote.

'That's a bit of an exaggeration, but you do have a point there Griff, it is a great way to take out the bitches'

Clarke is startled out of her reminiscing when Octavia shouts her name and runs up the bleachers.

"Hey Clarke!"

"Hey" Clarke packs up her things and hugs Octavia. She steals one last look at her seat to check for forgotten pencils and slings an arm over Octavia as they make their way down the bleachers.

"What were you working on?" Octavia gestures to her bag.

"Just a drawing of the soccer field"

"Cool"

"So how was practice?"

"Not good"

"Why?" Clarke watches as Octavia's brow creases and her fists clench. Okay angry Octavia is never good

"A new girl has transferred here from TonDC" The two girls start to climb the stairs outside the campus library.

"And that's bad because?"

"Because she's a bitch, that's why! She thinks she can just waltz in and take my spot as captain"

"You can't call her a bitch because she took your status, O"

"That's not the end of it. So first she pisses me off by taking my position as captain, then insults Harper, uses MY towel, tells me that my ball control is terrible and then just as we were standing in the box for a corner, I held onto her shoulder to move her out the way and she told me not to touch her and then elbowed me in the face" Octavia rants and gestures to a purple, now raised, mark on her cheekbone.

"Okay, so maybe she is a bitch" Clarke relents and holds open the door for Octavia.

"Damn right she is" Octavia stomps over to a table, where Jasper, Monty and Bellamy are currently seated. Clarke pulls out one of the rickety chairs and sits down. She sets up her laptop and takes her textbooks out of her messenger bag.

Clarke doesn't know how long she has been making notes for, but it feels like mere minutes before she hears Octavia practically growling beside her. She glances up to see the brunette, her lips pulled back in a snarl, knuckles white from gripping her pencil. Clarke reaches out and removes the pencil from Octavia's hand before it can break.

"What's wrong O?" Octavia simply tilts her chin slightly to their left. Clarke follows the gesture until her eyes land on a severe looking brunette. The girl is scribbling furiously on a notepad, her free hand coming up to push back braided hair.

"That's the girl from TonDC" Octavia grinds out. Clarke turns back to the girl again and studies her profusely. She notices tan skin, skinny jeans, a leather jacket. The girl's bag is plain and worn, her laptop clean, clinical and un-marred by stickers. The girl glances up in the direction of a book shelf. Clarke sees eyeliner and pursed lips. Oh shit, it's her

"Yeah-uh- I kind of walked in on her and this girl at Bellamy's party" Clarke stutters. Octavia tears her gaze away from the girl to stare at Clarke in surprise. Clarke senses the oncoming interrogation. "Look, I'm just going to get a book". She scurries away before Octavia can say anything.

Clarke runs her hands along the spines of books, her fingers leaving behind a record of her journey through the dust. Her eyes land on a particular title and light up. She yanks the book free and skims over the pages happily.

She ends up collecting more than just one book, in fact she ends up carrying a stack back to her table.

Clarke is just rounding the corner of a shelf, when she walks into something solid. She stumbles backwards, embarrassingly easily and lands on her ass. Her books land in a circle around her as she looks up. She is met with green, just like at the party and her breath is instantly stolen. She's never took too much notice of eyes before, but there is something about this pair of solemn, green orbs that make her feel like her soul is being ripped from her. The girl just sighs and steps past her, doesn't even apologize or offer her a hand. She just leaves.

Clarke storms back to the table, books forgotten. Her eyes stormy, her good mood ruined. "You were right, O, she is a bitch".