Two:

The heavy beat of her finger pads aimlessly drumming against the red plastic cup echoed in the kitchen. There was something ironic and highly intelligent about her charade. Ironic because she was the President of a sorority known for their grace and scandalous events, pretending there was something stronger than lemonade in her cup as if she had something to prove to the wasted juniors. Highly intelligent because most people used the standard cup to hide the fact they were drinking vodka, beer—anything their parents wouldn't approve on when looking through their Facebook pictures, but she used it to mask the fact that she was indulging in the less potent drinks. "Where's Wells?" She could easily equate the question with "Where's Waldo?" it seemed as if her long-term boyfriend was fiction and their whole relationship was a game, anyway.

Clarke turned her head to address Octavia's, her roommate and best friend, casual question. "The usual." She grumbled as she bit her tongue. She was not trying to spill her guts while she was supposed to be faking a smile and entertaining guest. It seemed like he constantly had lame ass meetings to attend for the Chess Club, the Science Club, and the Foreign Language Elitist Club— clubs she hadn't even known existed before he started attending them. Still, she expected him to attend the black-tie affair after she spent weeks calculating and planning the entire thing. She'd spent the entire Christmas break on the phone with caterers and event planning majors, but one could argue that it wasn't because she cared about the party. She typically used her excessive planning as a coping mechanism.

He'd complained almost every day about her lack of a life while they were vacationing with their families. The Jaha-Griffin family get-togethers were tradition. Her mother and Well's father would sit back and discuss their long friendship while she spent quality time with her dad. This time it was different. Everything was different. "I see you actually found a date, not that I or even West Virginia would approve. I thought you were going to talk to the exchange student, hmm? I thought you two had an instant connection in the stacks of European literature."

"I may have been completely drunk at the time and I don't even know if he speaks English…" Octavia admitted before trying to attack the elephant in the room. Clarke's eyes wandered over to her best friend's brother who'd moved from his previous position to keep an eye on his sister. He was always the overprotective type, especially when Octavia started school. "Does it bother you that I invited my brother because he's Bellamy or because you two haven't talked out your extremely suffocating sexual tension ever?" Clarke scoffed at the mere thought of having any type of sexual tension with Bellamy Blake, the man who shamelessly striped down to his boxer briefs in Personal Finance 101 as a prank.

She remembered the first time she met him—rush week her freshman year. He was scouting out potentials for his party-party-party frat and she was already over the whole damn thing. She was a legacy to Delta Kappa Phi and the President prematurely bid on her that summer. She was a shoe-in for the whole damn thing and trying to have a free night before her classes picked up…Bellamy was mysteriously charming, wholly beautiful in that movie-type of way and she felt okay with him. Big fucking mistake on her part because Bellamy Blake turned into a dick quickly. His partying, his womanizing and his entire lifestyle became old the second she came up for air and decided she had to be the person she was meant to be rather than his "whatever-the-hell-you-want-to-be."

Looking back on it now, she wondered what it would have been like…passion, heated-arguments, makeup sex and all the factors that would have been involved if they were in a relationship. She questioned her judgment, questioned her motives for being with Wells—hell, these days she questioned everything.

"Low blow on the West Virginia comment, by the way—they aren't so backwoods that incest manifests between siblings. Secondly, gross." Octavia continued on like a brave little solider, her head held high as she tried to bring forward more information. "Bellamy needed to see what civilization looked like. He's been skipping some of his classes again and spending all day with those idiots." Those idiots: His frat brothers.

"And sleeping with anything that moves." Clarke mumbled, pointing her cup in the direction of Bellamy. It was a nasty habit of hers to pick him out of a room. He never made it easy with those tight shirts and his predictable attitude towards women. He was probably enjoying her party more than she was, "So, has he decided on what he's going to do, yet? Graduate? Finally take an internship? What?" She realized the questions were far too personal. Why do I even care?

Octavia shrugged and grinned, "You'd have to ask him."

As if, Clarke thought to herself as she tore her gaze away from the elder Blake. "Yeah, okay." She looked around the room noticing all the couples moving across the dance floor. Some were in sync, some were content with the slow waltz and some were practicing moves from "Dirty Dancing"—either way, they had someone even if it were only for the night. She felt exceptionally lonely even if she had an Instagram perfect relationship—even if every girl wanted her life and wanted her money, her family, her boyfriend, her title. She knew what people thought, poor little rich girl. "I think I'm going to go wait for Wells at A.S.P."

"Grand romantic gesture?" Octavia offered with a cheeky smirk. It was no secret that Octavia did not like Wells. She thought he was a snob and brought out the worst in Clarke—the tea and cookies part of Clarke when there were about a thousand other factors to her personality, likeable factors. She understood their friendship and how it was bred out of their constant interaction. What Octavia didn't understand was their relationship… it didn't even make sense. Underneath her successful exterior, Clarke was a very different person. She never let the power get to her head. She busted her ass to prove herself in everything—especially to other students who thought her grades were a representation of how much her parents donated to the school. "Good luck." Clarke stepped forward but Octavia grabbed her wrist, "Um, Clarke…you know that—"

"I'm going to be just fine, O. Everything is going to be fine."

Let The Games Begin

She checked her phone at 10:36 PM before she stepped into Alpha Sigma Phi. The house was completely white and religiously pressure-washed to maintain the appearance. A.S.P's button-downed henchmen waved absent mindedly when she entered the living area, looking around for any signs of Finn—Well's friend who always seemed to be around. She didn't see him so she continued up the stairs. Everyone in the living area happened to be extremely rich, extremely self-centered and hated performing the required service hours. It was acceptable, though. They were the golden boys of the entire campus and everyone, including the Dean, overlooked their behavior. She snorted softly before venturing upstairs to the "President's Suite." There was no way she was going to watch television with them while she waited for Wells to return.

Clarke regretted her decision the second her hand pushed the door open and revealed something she never wanted to see—something she desperately wanted to forget. It was her mistake to believe that Wells would never cheat on her. There was something about his private endearing personality from their childhood that led her to believe her assumption was true. But, she never accounted for his new personality. As soon as he figured out he could get decent grades for absolutely nothing, he started to devolve as a person. "Clarke—" He tried but she was already running down the stairs, her breathing incredibly ragged as she fought to get out of the house.

Forever.

She would have the image of his body pressed against that meaningless whore for the rest of her life. And what was she thinking about? God, Easter dinner is going to be awkward. Naturally, she was betrayed but not as devastated as she should be. "Clarke!" She heard him call her name when she was standing in front of the living area. His peers looked at her with semi-sympathetic, semi-annoyed looks. "Listen, about that…that was a mistake…that…I can explain it, okay? Let me explain it." He reached for her hand but she pulled it away quickly. "Fine—" He stole a glance towards his friends, "—when you stop acting like a bitch, call me."

Clarke's mouth fell open, "Are you serious?"

"It was just a kiss." It only went as far as a kiss and the careless unbuttoning of clothes because I walked in…not because you stopped it…not because you cared about me.

And it wasn't just a kiss—he lied to her. He said he was somewhere else which proved that this wasn't random. He missed her speech. He missed the party she'd been planning. And for what? A meaningless hookup? They were supposed to have the best semester of their lives. Mixers, parties, celebratory trips—there was a plan. Everything was supposed to be perfect. They were supposed to move in together after graduation because she was going to medical school and he was going to law school and there was a fucking plan. All she wanted was for something to go to plan for once.

"You've been my best friend since we were born…only two people know what is going on right now with my…and you just, you just betrayed a lifetime of friendship for some meaningless hookup? You just ruined our relationship for that—" Clarke stopped because her argument was becoming unorganized. "Don't wait by the phone."

Review!

Should Clarke forgive Wells? Should she try to make it work? What about Bellamy?

…and what about Octavia and her mystery man?