Clarke POV

I woke up to the sun streaming in across the room and wishing that I would have closed the curtains. After willing my body up, I sat for a few minutes of relaxing silence. My peace was shattered by a stern knocking on my door. I stood up and pulled on my robe before opening the door to see Wells standing there in shock.

"Jesus Clarke," he said walking into the room. "Thought that you were dead. You didn't show up to the library for over an hour."

"I slept in. I guess I was more tired than I thought I was." I said.

"It's just so unlike you. Where did you get that robe?" He said looking at me, his hands placed sternly on his hips.

"Oh mom sent it, she got it and didn't like it so she sent it to me," I said tucking it around myself a little more. I didn't feel comfortable lying to him.

"Ok." He wasn't convinced with me. "Well, I just came to check on you. I'll see you later." He walked out swiftly. Once the door was closed, I let go of the robe and my body relaxed. I got dressed because I felt too uncomfortable just standing around in the silky robe, even if I was alone.

I went to my bag and reached for the wad of cash. I sorted out the money and stuffed it in the safe under my bed. I went back to my bag to grab my stuff for the lab that I had in less than an hour. While shuffling through my bag, I noticed a couple of things missing from my backpack. I must have left them in my room last night. I grabbed what I needed and headed to the building next to my dorm.

We had a dissection lab today. Fetal pigs were lined up on the tables with the instruments lined along with them. The only thing that really got me was the smell of the preservatives, which luckily humans don't have. Once my partner finally entered the room, dark circles matching her hair color, I pulled out the instruments and picked up the scalpel.

The lab went well, mainly because my partner was so hungover from last night that she could stand the look or the smell. She did clean up everything, which was probably not an equally fair trade, but better than nothing. While she was cleaning, I check my phone to find not one, but two text messages. A text from Wells setting up lunch plans since we didn't see each other this morning. The other was from an unknown text which I opened up curiously.

"I think you left these here last night. The cleaners found them." Attached was a selfie of Bellamy with my missing notebook.

"Glad I wasn't losing my mind over lost books." I texted back.

"They are up in my office when you get here tonight."

"Thank you."

I tucked my phone back into my bookbag and headed off to the mess hall. Wells was sitting, books spread around him, with a bowl of oatmeal in front of him. I dropped my backpack down and dug into my bowl.

"How was your lab?" He said taking a bite of his apple.

"It was good. We were just working on pigs today so nothing too special. But I heard that towards the end a couple of us are gonna be chosen and work on our first cadavers."

"Well, we already know that you'll get a spot. It'll be the rest of the fighting to be your lab partner." He said.

"Well, I just have to remember that nothing is guaranteed. Still, have to work to get what I want."

"That's my girl." He said patting my hand.

I offered him a smile which he returned. Just as he was about to say something, two of his friends came along and sat down next to us.

It wasn't that I didn't like Wells' friends that he had made in college, they were just eccentric. It was Jasper and Monty who joined us today, both of them engineering majors. Jasper was tall and wiry with a mop black hair on his head. Monty was only a tad shorter than Jasper, a mop of dark hair and dark almond shaped eyes. The extra people was something that I actually welcomed since it lifted some of Wells' attention off of me.

They were funny too, another relief. I found myself drawn into a conversation with Monty about class work. He was a lot calmer than Jasper which was a nice relief. While Jasper and Wells got into a semi-heated conversation, Monty and I just watched and listen for a couple of minutes and laughed. They finally caught on to us watching them and attempted to pull us into the conversation, which we both refused heavily. I excused myself to the bathroom and checked my phone.

"I don't understand this alien language." a text from Bellamy read.

"Ok, my handwriting is not that bad." I typed quickly before I got back to the table. Jasper had turned the conversation the conversation to partying.

"I'm telling you, we are going to have to attend a party at some point. We can't not attend a college party."

"Well when you have to study your butt off like every second, then you don't have that must time to party," I said sitting back down.

"Oh, I'm sure you can clear out some time Dr. Clarke." He toyed with me.

"Well if you can get into one and my schedule is clear," which it never is now "then you can consider me your date." His eyes lit up and he started trying to make plans. My eyes flicked down to Wells' watch, the time was definitely cutting into personal time. I stayed for a couple more minutes, then excused myself back to my room.

I had an hour or so before I was to start studying. I grabbed my sketch book and pencil from the desk and made myself comfy. I started with random curves which curved sharper and sharper, forming the shape of the face. The sharpness gave away softer rounded eyes than Monty did and dimpled chin. His face gave away, bit by bit, with the slope of his nose and sharp jaw. Faces were easy, but hair is something that never was easy. His curly hair was particularly difficult, trying to get everything lay correctly. It hung a little awkward along his forehead but other than that he was done. I rested the pad on my lap and my boss' face stared up at me.

I flipped the pages back to the watercolor I started a couple days ago. I shouldn't have drawn him, I don't even know where the inspiration came from. The scene was different from days prior, but it gave me a good mental exercise. I perched myself up on the window again and went to town on my watercolor palette. When my alarm went on my phone to study and I couldn't pull my attention from the painting.

When I finally deemed it finished, the time had really flown by. I didn't have as much time for some serious studying as I would have wanted, but there would still be time at the club itself. Before I left for the night, I scooped up my clothes from last night and stuffed them into my backpack along with my wallet to avoid flying loose cash. I stopped by the atm to deposit last night's wad into my account. I stood fairly close to the machine with the paranoia of someone seeing the amount I had. I ripped the receipt out of the machine, jammed it in my pocket, and ran to catch my ride that was waiting in the parking lot. I really need to look into getting a bus pass, I thought to myself as the car tore out of the parking lot.

Bellamy POV

Everyone had slowly started to drift in for the night. Murphy was shuffling around the bottles and washing cups. Octavia's heels were audible throughout the whole building as she went to straighten up the place. Life was starting to buzz into the building, preparing for the oncoming swarm of kids tonight. A swarm that was almost as bad at the mess of papers on my desk. Light feet started heading up the steps as I was shuffling through the papers followed by a slight knock.

"Come in!" I yelled from my chair, trying to sort that papers into piles. Clarke's blonde hair peeked in through the door. When she saw me she stepped completely into the room with the door closing behind her.

"I just came to get my stuff." She said quietly, eyes shifting around the room, thumbs hooked into her backpack straps.

"They are on the shelf over here," I said standing up from the desk and reaching to the bookshelf next to her. She looked so small, like one false move and she would snap. I held the books out to her, staring at the writing.

"My writing isn't normally that bad. I just wouldn't recommend taking notes at 1 am." She said taking them with a tiny step forward.

"Notes at 1 am in a club doesn't sound very good idea to start with," I said with a straight with.

"If not now, then never." She said with her head cocked up to meet me. I flicked my eyes down to meet hers, unexpectedly getting a little peak where her neckline of her t-shirt dipped out a little. I felt the small smirk rise on my lips. I took my hand from out of my pocket and reached behind her to grab the door handle, grazing her hips along the way. Her eyes looked startled for a second before regaining her composure, but that look was undeniable.

I kept close to her and leaned in a little more "Well we wouldn't want anything to wait, now would we?" I heard her breath hitch in the smallest bit, causing my smirk to grow a bit more. I twisted the handle and opened, switching hands behind her back.

She stepped out without turning her back to me. I followed slightly, leaning against the doorframe. She broke first and turned around to head down the steps. But as a slap in the face, her backpack was covering her ass to take away any show. I stood there until she was half across before melting back into the shadows for the night.

When I finally deemed myself done with bills, paperwork, and whatever else Octavia had placed on my desk, most of the night had faded away. The clock was edging around two in the morning. I shoved everything into their files and walked about of my office, needing to get out of that stale room. I leaned my weight on my hands onto the railing, looking at the chaos that I helped create.

The crowd was livelier than last night by far. The bouncers had let more in to start with, per request. Octavia and a couple of her minions were noticeable, enticing everyone into the spirit, exchange the little baggies for wads of cash before dancing off to their next victims. Murphy was packed around the bar, Emori was probably out having a smoke. I was walking down to towards the steps when I saw a blonde head of hair emerge from the dancer's hallway with Finn in tow. I felt my jaw clench and my eyes were glued onto her.

It was the same choreography that I had seen them do before, taking some of the tension away. As she moved in and out of the spotlights on stage, new specks of sweat shone. Her hips endless, never stopping twirling or circling. As mesmerizing as she was to those in the couches, the illusion was almost ruined by Finn. His hands were reluctant to move and sloppy when they did. He looked like he was trying to dry hump her rather than dance with her. A guy in the front row leaned closer to the edge of the stage, his head almost at ninety degrees.

When I couldn't watch any more of Finn or the perv who had been trying to get a look under Clarke's skirt, I nodded over him at Kane who was standing at the wall by the stage. Kane signaled ok and started moving over to the stage, evaluating the situation. When I returned my eyes back to the floor, there was a girl standing at one of the tables closer to my office staring at me.

Shadow hide half her face, but from what I couple see she was fine. Long straight hair hung under her breast, which they almost slipping from her dress. I could see her pout from up there and nodded for her to come up. She finished her drink without breaking eye contact, eyes lined with black.

Her walk was an attempt at sultry, but she had a few too many drinks for that. She went up the stairs slowly, either to actually make it up to them or to add to the appeal. Break an ankle if you have to, you are wasting time. She got up there and I finally got a better look at her.

In her heels, she probably came just a few inches shorter than me. Her hair was dark and lips were overdrawn obviously. She looked slightly kinda sloppy, but she had fallen victim to Octavia's persuasive strategies. Barely any eye color was noticeable beyond her pupils.

"Gina." She said, her voice with a bit of husk, while she placed a hand on my bicep. Her eyes flicked over me a couple times.

"Bellamy," I said before grabbing the back of her neck and slamming her into a kiss. When I broke her free, her lips were parted. I felt the stick of her lipgloss under my lip. A yell drew my attention away and out to the floor.

I looked over at the stage when more yelling kept emerging from it. Kane had the guy, who was probably thirty, by the arm and was attempting to escort him away. Clarke's concentration was broken as she looked to what was going on. Kane looked to me for what to do with the guy. I signaled for him to kick him out and lead Gina to the office door.

I turned around just to make sure Kane had got him out. He was probably plastered, so while he attempted to fight, Kane had no problem slipping him out the back door. Clarke's eyes slipped to mine and then to Gina whose hands were in my hair and lips on my neck. I smirked at her before closing the door, cutting out Clarke and the club.

I pinned Gina against the wall immediately, lips and teeth attaching to her neck as she wrapped her legs around my hips. The only time I disconnected from her neck is when I pulled away to smirk when she pulled my pants down and pushed her thong to the side, her dress still on. My hands left her hips and pulled the top down and squeezed the ball of flesh hard to elicit a surly moan.I stood taller my shadow completely covering her as I bent down to her once again.

Clarke POV

Who even was she? Well obviously she was a customer, but don't they have a rule about that are something? I kept thinking about what I saw to myself as I tired of studying. I was honestly trying to study, but the combination of the events ten minutes ago and the severity of the music was prohibiting me from thinking. Seriously, my glass of water was shaking from the music a hallway down.

I was about ready to give up when Octavia came in without a knock. She plopped herself in the vanity chair, legs over the arm. She looked exhausted and looked to my rack of clothes and what I was wearing tonight. I pulled an outfit from the middle again, but a little nicer than last nights.

"We have got to get you some more clothes. Wanna go shopping tomorrow?" she said looking at me, her ponytail dangling behind her.

"Yeah, that sounds good."

"Cool, we'll head to some of the boutiques more in town after breakfast. They have so much cuter stuff."

"Where do you wanna do breakfast?" I asked without looking up from my books.

"Oh, I thought that you would get the invitation. You are staying at my house tonight." That I did look up from my books to stare at her.

"Your house?" My voice was a tad shaky

"Yeah, like a sleepover except not corny." She was so nonchalant.

"I don't really have anything for staying overnight anywhere." I blurted out.

"Don't worry, we have plenty of extra toiletries for Bell's… Anyway, we have stuff for you. So you up for it? You can go out on the floor if you think that you are gonna need some more money.

I never really did sleepovers. But then again I had Wells and a couple other distant friends, only one was a girl. Wells would stay over some nights in high school, but never like with me. My mind was racing at the speed of light. My heart spoke faster than my brain.

"I'd love to," I said and mimicked the large grin spreading across Octavia's face. I could've sworn I heard a squeal too.

"Great! Now we will probably be the last ones out, but just wait and help around after close until everything is all locked up." she jumped out of her seat and bounced her way back into the hall in five-inch heels.

I looked down at my wallet that did have a few my earnings from tonight. A little extra wouldn't hurt right.I smiled a little bit and strutted out to the floor. I found a group of girls that looked like fun and worked my way into their group. They welcomed me with a squeal and ushered me in as I started taking drink orders.

My feet were killing me was the only thing that I think about as I lowered myself onto a couch and started massaging my feet while people starting picking up glasses. My bag was at my feet and I was attempting to place my flats on as delicately as possible without flaring them up more. A shadow fell over me and I looked up to see Finn crouching down to help me with my shoes.

"Rough night?" He asked jokingly.

"Just rough shoes. Thank you." I said after he had placed them delicately on my feet.

"I can tell. Does that mean that you will finally accept a ride home?" He asked with puppy eyes that locked with mine.

"Actually she is coming home with me tonight," Octavia said strutting over, heels still clicking against the concrete.

"You?" He asked while shifting his focus between the two of us, resting on me with confusion.

"We are going shopping in the morning." I offered as a weak explanation.

"Which if we want any energy for, we need to get to sleep asap. Come on Clarke, Bell got Kane to drop us off on his way home." Octavia said as she slung my backpack onto her shoulders with grace.

"I'll see you later," I said lifting myself from the seat and following after Octavia, leaving Finn still crouching in front of my seat.

She yelled over her shoulder "Murphy if Bellamy ever comes down tell him that I'm on my way home." She adjusted her own bag and walked out the door.

"I'm sure he already hear you!" Was all I could hear from Murphy's retort before the heavy door shut.

For once, the car was actually waiting on us in front. We climbed in and it took off without Octavia giving an address. She relaxed into her seat and I did the same, giving into my heavy eyelids. It wasn't too much rest though. The car stopped and Octavia started climbing out, thanking Kane. I muttered a thank you for the drive and earlier tonight that he waved off. I crawled out and kept following behind Octavia up steps and onto a porch.

I was so tired that everything seemed a blur. I remember Octavia showing me to a room and setting out some things by the door for me to take a shower with down the hall. After a solid three minutes of figuring out the shower, the hot water pulsed around me. When I walked back to the room, clothes had been laid out on the bed which I pulled myself into. They hung off of me, clearly for someone that was bigger than me. But they were comfy as the bed was. Right before I drifted off, the door cracked open and someone, I'm guessing Octavia, whispered goodnight.