Clarke POV

The alarm buzzed a few seconds after I woke up. My hand slammed down on the snooze and my eyes were glued to the ceiling. Flashbacks raced through my mind, both real and what my brain had thought up last night. I could still feel his hands in my hair, his fingers trailing across my stomach and hips. I shot out of bed and into the bathroom. I stripped off as fast as possible and jumped into the still cold shower. My brain froze up quickly, giving me a sense of mind.

I shut the water off before it had time to warm up and wrapped myself in a towel. I shrugged on a lightweight sweater and jeans. I put my phone on the charger and sat down at my desk and opened up my anatomy textbook.

"Cervical C1-7, Thoracic T1-12, Lumbar L1-5, Sacral S1-5, and coccyx." I kept saying over and over to myself.

"Nothing like medical jargon to wake you up in the morning. When are you just gonna say that you know everything in that book before you even stepped into college?" said my friend Wells as he placed a coffee on my desk.

"When I have those pieces of paper saying, Dr. Clarke Griffin," I said gratefully taking a sip from the cup.

"Well that's great, but you need to get to English first." He said grabbing my jacket and helping me into it. I slid my arms into my backpack, grabbed my coffee, and we were off to English.

Our building was only a ten-minute walk, plenty of time for light chatter. Normally just about assignments or dreams.

"So where were you last night? You didn't come down for dinner last night?" He asked and I answered in my head "cause I didn't eat"

"Oh I was at the gym longer last night, I ran a bit longer. Plus when I got out the mess hall was closed for the night. I just cooked up some noodles in the microwave." He couldn't know what I was doing last night.

"You can't be too worried about the freshman fifteen. Those are the slackers that just sit and watch Netflix day and night." Oh Wells, thank you so much for giving me an excuse.

"Well, I might as well get a good system going since I don't dance anymore. Plus who knows how much stress eating these years are going to put on me."

"Whatever your brain wants to think. Now come one, we don't wanna be late." He said picking up the pace.

We never were late, but I never wanted to mess with Wells' time anxiety.

English class dragged along. The professor's monotoned voice would have lulled my to sleep more than a few times. Luckily Wells kept bumping my elbow to keep me up. Each time I took big gulps of my coffee until I had drained it. The rest of class was tolerable after the coffee was done.

After class, it was time for lunch. Except I knew this earlier due to my stomach not having anything to really eat since four yesterday. I beeline us to the stir fry place on campus. I started to fill us our bowls while Wells took our stuff to a table.

Normally I didn't eat that much, but I piled up the amount of chicken and tofu. I knew it wasn't normal, but neither is a couple hour of dancing on empty and not eating breakfast. I took them up to be cooked, then took them back to the table after paying.

"You still must be hungry." He said jokingly

"You have no idea," I said before diving into my food.

We finished up eating and worked for a little bit of our respective homework. Once we had spent the free time that Wells had before his next class. I stayed a little bit more to finish up the page of writing. I packed up stuff and headed back to my dorm room. Once I was in there, I perched myself on the windowsill and picked up my watercolors. The leaves were just starting to turn, giving a small dusting of gold over the grounds.

I had gotten a decent way through the painting when my phone went off. I placed my work off to the side and reached for my phone. I answered it without looking

"Hello."

"Is this Princess?"

"Yes, but my name is Clarke."

"That's great information, Princess Clarke. We have a job offer for you.

"Really?!"

"Yeah, so can you accept already so my brother can get off my shoulder."

"Well...what are we looking at hour wise?" I said trying to agitate Bellamy more

"I like your style, Clarke." I could hear her smirk

"Just take the fucking job Octavia offered!"

So her name was Octavia.

"Please tell your brother that we are still discussing the details of employment."

"You would be looking at Friday and Saturday from 11 pm to 3 pm, Sunday from 10 pm to 3 pm. You have practice with your partners when you can. Dress rehearsals are Thursday at 5 pm."

"Payment?"

"You'll make $8.50 and hour plus we won't take tax out of any tips."

"I'll take it."

"Good," she moved the phone away from her mouth "You can leave me alone now, she accepted."

"So do you want me at the practices this week?" It was already Thursday.

"The other dancers wants you to come sit in and watch tonight. Is that feasible?"

"Totally." I looked over at the clock and it was two o'clock.

"Ok, I'll tell them you are coming. See ya."

"Goodbye." I hung up the phone feeling very happy. Yes! I have a job!

I have a job dancing, so at least I could stay active. I went over to my calendar and while I had independent study times placed at these times, I was lucky with my open times. I marked out everything and reorganized a little bit. Once everything was tidy again, I went back to painting.

Bellamy POV

"Are you happy now? You have a new girl to toy around aimlessly with." Octavia said placing the phone down on the bar as I shuffled around the bar, replacing things.

"I wasn't the only one that thought that she would be good. I just think that she gave the biggest impression on me."

"Oh, she left an impression on you alright."

"hardy har har, my sister the comedian. Are all the deliveries coming into tomorrow?"

"After a bit of yelling at a supplier yeah. Everything will be fully stocked to keep everyone fully happy."

"Good. I couldn't have raised you better if I tried."

"Oh, that is where we differ brother."

"It's only till we get the right money. Then we cut this place clean and sell it. But until then," I scooped the bags filled with tablets into a box that he placed behind the register "We make money as efficiently as possible."

She never said anything back. She just continued to stare at me.

"I've never let you down before and I don't plan on it now. Now makes sure that we have enough of everything, we are expecting big crowds now that the colleges have settled in." I squeezed her hand before letting her walk off.

Once she was upstairs in the office, I walked back and started taking inventory. Alcohol was fully stocked, but most of the drugs needed to be restocked. They better be on time tomorrow. I thought to close and to lock up the closet.

Clarke POV

I traveled back over to the club a little later than I had hoped for. The traffic was a little more than what I had hoped for. I rushed out from the car without a word and tried to get into the building without drawing much attention to myself. Octavia was standing around with a group of people.

"Looks like the Princess finally decided to show." She said with her hands on her hip. "No time for explanations. Everyone, this is Clarke or Princess. I'll leave you to your work." She said nodded to the girl next to her.

The girl stepped closer to me. She was of Mexican descent, her curly hair was pulled into a long ponytail. She was taller than me, giving her more of a powerful stance.

"So, you go by Princess?" she said wearily. Her voice was a little gravely.

"Not by choice," They kept looking at me like I had a second head. "Bellamy gave me the nickname during tryouts."

"Well as long as you aren't crazy like the last girl. I'm Raven." She said gesturing to herself.

"Finn." The guy closest to Raven turned around to say, his hair capturing his movement.

"Harper." Her hair was wrapped in a braid around her head.

"Miller."

"Bryan."

"Anya."

"Nice to meet all of you," I said after they had all introduced themselves.

"Not to be rude, but why exactly did he start calling you Princess?" Finn said.

"I just think that he was trying to make himself more powerful. Plus I had just said that I had practiced ballet for twelve years." I saw a couple of smiles start.

"Well, let us just hope that you adapt well. If you wanna just pull up a chair after stretching and watch for now that would be fine. If you think that you can jump in, just let us know." Raven said nicely before everyone started to stretch out. I got down on the floor and started when Finn walked over to me.

"I just wanted to let you know that you aren't the only one trained in ballet. So don't worry about picking it up."

"You too?"

"Yeah, I know that it isn't the manliest thing that I could have picked."

"I'm not judging." Even if it seemed like you might be more flexible than me.

"Good! It's nice to have another face around here."

"It's nice to be back dancing."

"Glad that you gave a good audition. I gotta go." He said stepping up and stretching a hand out. I took and sat on one of the couches in front of the stage. Some of the others had placed earphones in and started dancing pretty much anywhere in front of me. Raven clicked on some music from somewhere unknown and a slow, sultry beat emerged from the speakers. She let her fingers graze over his chest and shoulders and walked up the stairs backwards with Finn following her.

She backed herself up into a pole and arched, Finn's body falling into place on her. Wherever Raven's body went, Finn's body followed. There was an insane amount of twirling around, the tie around skirt was moving widely. Lingering touches and grazes heated everything up more. The dance couldn't of been more than a couple minutes long, but they were panting. When they were caught up on their breathing, Raven turned to me.

"Do you think that you picked most of that up?" I nodded. "Then get that booty up there, you are gonna run it with me."

I boosted myself off the couch and walked up the steps. Finn replaced my spot and was watching us. Raven hooked a finger under my chin and turned my face towards her.

"The number one rule for up here. If you are with a partner, they are the only ones that exist. If you go solo, then you work for the crowd. Now you work me."

Her fingers left my chin and started adjusting my posture.

"Always keep your chest up and legs should move fluidly. In your video, your legs were stiff which means that your hips could get stiff too." She shifted behind me and placed her hands on my hips and started moving them in circles.

"Almost all dancing done here is through the hips. Until you get a good sense of your hips, nothing else will come together. The movement isn't just in the hips, it carries up from the knees for height and into the shoulders for the allure." I experimented with the knees first, then attempted the shoulders. Raven started chuckling

"That's good, but a little less shoulder. We don't need you clipping anyone. Good, now try it on your own." The pressure from her hands released but the weight was still there. Continued my hips along that path Raven had given me for a minute or so.

"Slow down." She said placing her hand just under the hem of my pants. "This part should always be level. If it isn't, that is when you start locking up or throwing your weight around.

This criticism went on for about a good five minutes before we started to touch the choreography. We ran through it briefly before going through in depth to clean everything out.

Multiple times I was gotten on for too rigid of circles then I would get in trouble for being too loose with my hips. My arms were almost always too tight and never willing to follow like they needed to. Once we had a few decent run-throughs, Raven had to switch with Finn to work on another dance.

"Don't worry, my bark isn't nearly as bad as Raven." He said as a joke while I gave him some time to stretch and warm up.

"You don't know how much that means to me," I said with a breathy laugh.

"You wanna take it from the top?" he asked and I nodded.

I leaned my back against the pole, trying to copy the beautiful arch Raven did when I saw her perform it. Finn stalked up to me, eyes lit like fire. His hand laid flame against my back and brought me closer as he moved into me. With that, we were off.

Dancing with him did feel a bit awkward at first, his hands landed when I didn't expect them to and later than I thought. But as the dance kept going I felt more comfortable. Only once did he correct me without us having to move on, just simply placing his hand between my hip bones like Raven did. Right, control your circles.

I was panting when it was over and drew away from him to sit. He sat down next to me.

"You and I are together until you are more comfortable for solos and multiple dances. Do you have a time and date that would work best for you for practice?" he asked quietly

"I uhh need to check my calendar when I get home."

"Ok, if you just get your phone we can just exchange numbers to see what works best." I nodded, still working on catching my breath, and walked over to my phone and handing it to him.

He plugged all his stuff in, selfie included, before handing over his phone for me to do the same. The selfie wasn't cute since I was covered in sweat, but it would do.

"Griffin? Like the mythology creature?" he asked looking down at his phone.

"Geh, that's the first time that I've heard that," I said with a smile that got him to smile as well.

"I'm playing you to practice, not to socialize." A voice from up high said. I tilted my head up to find Bellamy looking down at all of us.

"Good work from all of you tonight. Remember to be here at 9:30 pm tomorrow for quick run throughs and to get ready. You guys can leave when you are done, just tell me who is leaving last as I can lock up." He said and then stalked off into the unknown darkness of that balcony.

"Our fearless leader." I heard Finn mumble under his breath to which I had a hard time suppressing my giggle. "Come on, let's see if we can get you to do this opening without you falling on your face."

We were back into no-nonsense mode.

It was just Raven, Finn, and my left at the end of the night, 10 pm. Apparently Raven and Finn always carpooled together. They insisted on trying to give me a ride, but I refused.

"Trust me, getting an uber is no big deal."

"It's late at night, you shouldn't be alone so late." Finn was pretty against this plan.

"Seriously it's fine. The uber is hallway here already." halfway was still about fifteen minutes away, but they didn't need to know that. Finally, Finn submitted and they were out the door. I walked over to the steps that led to the balcony Bellamy was on. I took a few steps up.

"Hey Bellamy I just wanted to-" there was music blaring from up there. There wasn't any way that he was gonna be able to hear me. I climbed higher until I was up there.

Just before I was up to the Bellamy swooped out of nowhere. His eyes were filled with rage and he basically started yelling, "What are you doing?"

I took a couple steps back " I-I only wanted t-t-to tell you that I was the last one and was leaving." His eyes bore into me.

He chuckled maniacally and took a few steps towards me, causing me to shirk back.

"Well thank you for this information Princess." He was only a step above me, but I could smell alcohol on him as his raspy voice sounded through the room.

"I think my ride is here. I'm just gonna." I pointed to the door with my thumb and just started to walk away from him. I didn't realize until halfway across the building that he was following me. I turned around quickly.

"Stop following me!"

"I'm just making sure you get to your car safely. Who knows what will happens out there?" He had a smug smirk to match his wonder eyes.

"Well, the only thing that I'm afraid of right now is you." That shook his demeanor.

"So you are afraid of me Princess? Me?" He said stepping closer to me, his massive body throwing a shadow over mine. "There area lot worse things out there than me sweetheart." The alcohol was more pungent, but there was a faint sweet smell to it that kept him bearable.

"Whatever you want to think," I kept walking and he kept following, still with the grace and ease off when we first meet. He even waited with me outside, body and head leaned up against the building, cigarette smoldering in his mouth.

"You know those things give more than just cancer right," I said when he was halfway through. He never responded.

When the car finally got there, he walked up to it and opened the door for me. That took me back a little bit. Before I slid into the car he whispered into my ear, "I protect my workers. Be here when the rest are supposed to be, Octavia will get you sorted out."He shut the door before I had a chance to respond. I watched him from the back of the car light another cigarette and go back into the building as we drove off.

Bellamy POV

I knew that I shouldn't have looked. I should have just stuck to balancing everything out. But my curiosity took the best of me once I heard my sister say, Princess. I lifted one blind and looked down at everyone who was looking at Clarke. I removed my finger and turned up my music louder to drown everyone out.

The curiosity creeped up again a little later and I obliged it. She was up on the platform, back against the pole. I was about to remove my finger when I saw that Finn walk up the steps. I'm not making myself sit through this shit. I got up and wondered myself to the little fridge. The cold poured out and I snatched the bottle of whiskey. I didn't bother with finding a cup. I just turned my music up louder.

Now I'm standing alone in the center of the club, watching the ashes of my cigarette fall down. I'll get those in the morning. I walked back up those steps and onto the nearest couch that I saw. I shut my eyes and tried to shut out my thoughts as I put the whiskey bottle to my lips another time.

So sorry about taking a while to reupload. Senior year is coming to a close so there is plenty to do at school. Anyway, I hope that you liked it!