Six Hours Earlier

"Of all the places in the world, you had to choose Vegas? If I see one sign of Elvis or strippers, I'm leaving." Raven rolled her eyes as she put the finishing touches to her make-up. Neither Raven, Harper nor Emori had told Clarke anything about the trip; they hadn't even told her where they were going until they got the airport. Clarke had never felt more cliché in her life.

"Harper, best cancel those strippers, Clarke's onto us." Clarke threw the pillow she was laying on at the back of Raven's head. She laughed loudly.

"I'm being serious, I'm a mom…"

"You're child isn't here, Clarke, meaning you're not on mom duty, so loosen up!" Emori yelled from the bathroom.

"I'd loosen up if one of you told me what we were doing." She saw Raven smiling in the mirror and heard Emori snickering across the room.

"I've got it covered, stop worrying." Clarke was worrying though, Emori was relatively new to their friendship group. Clarke, Raven and Harper had been friends since middle school, Emori had started working with Raven the year before; Emori had fitted in well with the group, but she was definitely more outgoing than all three of them put together. Clarke had thought that Raven was organising all of the trip, but it turned out that she had only picked Vegas as a destination and left the entertainment to Emori as she had 'connections'.

The phone started ringing and Emori answered, the conversation was brief and she turned to the girls, motioning to get their bags as the car was here for them. Raven walked over to Clarke and linked their arms as they walked out of the condo, Emori's friend had let them stay in it for free; she really did have lots of connections. The girls entered the limo and cheered when they saw the copious amounts of alcohol provided for them.

"So, where are we heading? You can tell me now surely?" Clarke pleaded. The three other girls smiled devilishly at each other.

"Well, we actually have another surprise for you. You need to wear this." Raven handed her a bandana.

"I'm not a bandana type of gal, Rae. Plus, it'll mess up my hair." The girls laughed and shook their heads.

"No, you dork. Put it over your eyes, so you can be surprised when we get there." Clarke complied and covered her eyes; this almost confirmed her stripper theory.

Five minutes later, the limo stopped and the engine was turned off. She heard the door beside her open and two people crawled over her to get out.

"You've got to be kidding me, you said men without shirts…" Raven whispered, not quietly enough.

"This is men without shirts, just not the type you were thinking of obviously." Emori retorted.

"What's going on?" Clarke got out of the car, stumbling slightly with the mixture of alcohol and lack of sight not helping the situation.

"Yeah, what's… oh?" She felt Harper stand beside her, her body language was very tense.

"That's it, I'm taking this off." Clarke removed the bandana before Raven could tell her not to. She blinked a few times to adjust to the light, when her eyes came into focus, she was met with a giant photo of Bellamy, his name in huge letters. She finally realised that Emori had taken them to his fight, she didn't know how to feel.

"How are you guys not excited? This is one of Bellamy Blake's biggest fights, and I've got us tickets!" Clarke could hear the excitement in Emori's voice, she almost felt bad for her, and Raven obviously had never told her who Jamie's dad was. Usually she was grateful for how discreet her best friend is, but now, she wished she had shouted it from the rooftops.

"Are you alright Clarke? We can leave. We are leaving." Before she even knew what she was saying, Clarke told her that she was fine and she wanted to stay. She knew that tickets to Bellamy's fights are like gold dust and she would have done a lot to get these tickets, plus they would be up in the clouds, so she wouldn't even be able to tell it was him. Right? They started walking towards the stadium doors, Clarke's hands became very sweaty, she wiped them on her jeans; she'd definitely need several drinks to get through this night.

Emori handed the tickets over to the bouncer at the door, he pointed them towards the direction they needed to walk in, which luckily for Clarke, was straight passed the bar. After purchasing a couple, more than a couple, of shots, and a large vodka and coke, minus the coke, she felt as though she could attempt to get through the night. That was until they started walking closer and closer to the ring, Clarke felt as though her heart was in her mouth as Emori sat on the front row, clearly so pleased with her seats.

"How did you even manage to get these seats?" Harper questioned Emori, a look of sadness on her face as she glanced at Clarke.

"I met one of Blake's team last week, he said he'd get me front row seats if I went on a date with him. I was going to say yes anyway, but this was an added perk. Why do you three look so uneasy?" Raven turned to look at Clarke and smiled softly.

"Not really a boxing fan, I'm gonna go and get another drink, any of you want another one?" Clarke didn't wait for their answer before she turned and walked quickly, back towards the bar. The queue was massive, so she stepped back, trying to catch her breath, she felt exactly the way she used to when she watched Bellamy fight. Terrified.

Clarke took the opportunity to call Jamie and see how he was getting on at her parents. A few minutes into the phone call, Clarke could feel herself calming down; Jamie was being spoilt rotten and was attempting to encourage her to spend more time away so he could get more gifts from his grandparents. She told him she loved him and hung up, Clarke collected more drinks and made her way back to her seat; she noticed Emori, Raven and Harper huddled close together, quietly having a heated discussion. She coughed to alert them of her presence; the three girls twisted their head and forced smiles.

"Was the line at the bar long?" Raven asked.

"Huge, but I rung Jamie to see how he was, he told me to say hi by the way." She took another sip of her drink.

"Listen, Clarke, I'm so sorry, if I would've known, I wouldn't have dragged you here. We can leave, I insist in fact." Clarke could feel the buzz of the alcohol in her system, she smiled and laughed gently.

"I'll be fine, honestly. It'll be a great night. Plus, it's different now, we're not together, I won't feel like I used to." She lied.

"Anyway, I can always hide out in the bathroom, or the bar, that is a really good bar." Clarke took another sip of her drink, spilling it slightly on her black halter neck; she wiped the liquid away, thanking the lord that she didn't choose to wear a lighter colour. She noticed her hand was shaking and apparently so did Raven, who took her hand in her own and squeezed it tight. Clarke gave her a look that she hoped told her she was fine, but she didn't know how convincing she was.

Suddenly, the lights went down and a voice boomed in the air, the pre fights were beginning , meaning that soon Bellamy would be fighting and she would probably pass out from holding her breath until it was over.