Clarke sat bored at the counter. She had given her only project to Octavia and was debating on starting a new one when the door chimed.

"Hey Princess." A familiar voice said. Clarke groaned and dropped her head on the counter.

"What do you want now! I sold you the perfect advent wreath and you've already bough a replacement for the other one!" she moaned. She heard Blake smirk.

"Well third time is the charm in this case. I need another one." She looked up to see him slightly shifting, dark curls spilling into his eyes.

"What. Now?" She groaned and he smirked, running a hand through his hair.

"I need a pink one. This one was going to be a surprise for my sister's bedroom door." He mumbled. Clarke rolled her eyes. Clearly he was just trying to be nice and make this a nice Christmas for his sister, but honestly this was getting ridiculous.

"Look I get that you need Christmas decor, but honestly maybe you should consider Target. We have a few pink wreaths but they aren't a very nice pink. But we have a really pretty blue one with pink and green decorations on it?" She suggested and he rubbed his chin.

"Yeah that should be OK. She's got blue eyes." He said, more to himself than her. Hopping up she walked over to the wreath display she was considering re-designing after he left she grabbed the wreath from it's home on the shelf. These wreaths, in Clarke's opinion, were some of the prettiest in the store. The teal coloured wreath, complimented by sparkly green and magenta ornaments, was truly lovely. Much more feminine that the ugly dusty rose wreaths with oddly coloured yellow ornaments. Not gold, yellow.

"Here, I'm assuming that you didn't bring the other wreath to exchange for this one either right?" She asked irritably and he grinned.

"You got me Princess. Someday soon I'll remember to bring it in." Clarke groaned.

"Do it on a Sunday, Monday, or Tuesday. Those are my days off." She grumbled and he chuckled.

"I'll be sure to come in on Wednesday." Clarke rolled her eyes again. Handing him the machine he tapped his debit card and took the bag from her hand, fingers brushing slightly over hers.

"Well Princess it's been fun, but sadly I've got to depart." he said with a wink. Clarke snorted.

"Yeah, bye." She said with a wave of her hand sitting down and grabbing her sketchbook.

"Aw Princess you wound me."

"I hope so!" She called as he shut the door behind him, laughing his entire way out of the shop.

The next day Clarke rose groggily out of bed. After the dealing with Blake, then an angry soccer mom that broke the head off an angel (Seriously what the hell was she doing to that poor tree?), Clarke decided that she needed a break. Getting up and having a shower, she threw on some clothes before tying her wet hair up in a ponytail.

"Morning Picasso!" Raven chirped as Clarke exited her room. Rolling her eyes, Clarke grabbed out some cheerios and sat herself down at the breakfast bar.

"Mornin' Sunshine. What's on the agenda for today?" Raven grinned.

"I'm so glad you asked that Clarkey. We are going out tonight. Remember that cute mystery man? Well he invited us to his frat party tonight. So we are going to go get drunk, and dance with drunk college boys!" Raven said excitedly.

"Raven, you know I'm no good drunk. I'm a total mood killer. Besides, I've never even met this guy. You sure it's safe?" Clarke questioned.

"Of course it's safe Clarke! You'll be with me! Besides, you can meet him when I introduce you. He's really sweet I promise!" Raven begged and Clarke groaned.

"When do we leave?"

"Yay!" Raven jumped up, punching her fist in the air.

"We leave in an hour? I need to get ready too. Please tell me you left me some hot water." Raven said flipping her hair over her shoulder and heading to the bathroom. Clarke smirked. Raven was the one who took long showers, not Clarke.

Pulling her sweater tighter across her chest Clarke shivered. She was not one for the cold. Cautiously stepping out of her car, she shot Raven a look, who simply shrugged in response. The drive to Campus had been alright, but Clarke could already tell she was going to hate these stupid blank ankle boots Raven had put her in. She didn't mind the black skinny jeans or her loose knit grey sweater, but these 4 inch heels would be the death of her.

"Jesus Raven, I'm sure that you could've brought him to Ark to meet me." Clarke shivered. Raven laughed. Clarke had been bitching the whole drive about the weather.

"C'mon Clarke don't be like that. This is going to be fun!"

"Yeah, ok there. C'mon you've been seeing him what? A month? That's more than enough time to consider bringing him home, or at least letting him through the door." Raven rolled her eyes as she opened the door to the large frat house.

Clarke hated parties with a passion. Growing up all the "parties she had been to had been expensive debutante balls and other boring shit she didn't really care about. Then in high school they had been nothing but an excuse for over privileged brats to get drunk and have sex in their parents pool house. Wells had tried to be her date and make her feel a bit safer but the word 'party' still left a bitter taste in her mouth and she had a feeling that this party wouldn't be much better than the ones she attended in high school.

She was right.

Only now she didn't have Wells to comfort her. Raven had abandoned her to find her mystery guy and Clarke now found herself pressed against a wall trying desperately not to make eye contact with anyone.

"Hey there. Not liking the party scene?" A tall dark skinned boy asked. Clarke groaned internally. Great, human interaction.

"Not really." She responded looking away. The boy shifted.

"Could I get you a drink?" He asked and she shook her head.

"No but thanks. I'm just waiting for a friend." She answered and she heard a loud group of boys laughing and the two turned their heads.

"C'mon Connor!"

"She ain't interested!"

"THIRSTYYYY!" Rang our from the group and Clarke laughed slightly and the boy, Connor, shook his head.

"No harm in asking. Have a nice evening." He waved and Clarke smiled. She had not expected him to understand that no meant no, especially because he had been holding a drink himself. Maybe she had the wrong idea about the whole frat boys stereotype.

"Hey there Clarke. Looking for some fun?"

Maybe not.

"What the hell do you want?" She groaned and Finn smirked.

"I was on my way to rescue a princess from what looked like an horrifyingly awkward situation but the matter resolved itself. Now I'm standing here next to the prettiest girl in the room and I can't help but notice that she doesn't have a drink." He winked at her and Clarke sneered.

"One, Don't call me princess. Two, I don't drink. Three, even if I did, I wouldn't be accepting one from you." She growled and Finn laughed, actually laughed. What a douche.

"Well then, I'm sure that I can convince you. C'mon, it's just one drink. You can even grab it yourself." He winked and she groaned.

"One drink. I pour it. When I'm done, you leave me the hell alone." Finn smirked.

"Deal."

Blah. Sometimes I hate writing. I feel like I'm getting redundant and repetitive in my story so feel free to slap me if you think that's happening. Anyways leave me a review to let me know if you're enjoying the story so far. We're almost at 100 reviews! C'mon guys! ;)