Chapter Two – Two Months before the Accident

Flashback

Clarke and Wells had a tradition, every Friday night they'd hang out, order Chinese and watch a movie. It had started their last day of high school, they'd promised each other that no matter what happened in college, they'd still hang out. Clarke thought that Wells would forget or he'd get too caught up in college life, but he never did. Every Friday without fail, he was there.

About a year ago, Wells had met Sasha, they both worked at the local primary school, and as Wells had descried it, they'd hit it off straight away. At first, Clarke was unsure about Sasha, Clarke thought that Sasha was interested in Wells because his Dad is the mayor, but when the girls met, Clarke could see how much Wells had in common with the girl.

That night when Wells had turned up, he had a wide smile on his face, but refused to tell Clarke why. It wasn't until Clarke had tackled him to the fall and the red, velvet ring box fell out of his coat pocket that she realised why he was so happy.

"Are you going to propose to Sasha?" Clarke's eyes were wide as she grasped the ring box.

"I was going to tell you after I'd decided when I'm going to do it," Wells was still smiling. He started to get up off of the floor and offered his hand out to Clarke. She watched as he smiled at her but couldn't bring herself to stand up.

"Are you sure?" Wells' smile fell.

"I meant, are you one hundred percent sure about this, it's probably one of the biggest decisions you'll ever make. I just want to make sure you understand that." Clarke stuttered. She began to stand up and Wells grabbed her hand.

"I have thought about this, I've thought about this a lot. When Sasha walks into the room, she takes my breath away. When I'm with her, I feel like the luckiest man on the planet, and when I'm not with her, I miss her. I want to spend the rest of my life with this girl. Just understand though, if Sasha and I do get married, nothing will ever change between us. I've tried many times to get rid of you and it's never worked, so what makes you think it will happen in the future?" Clarke laughed, Wells wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tight.

"Now, since you've finished your little freak out, do you think we could possibly order food? I'm starving," Clarke nodded, she always forgot how much she loved her best friend.

They ate in silence, they liked it that way; they didn't need to speak because each other's company was enough. The silence was broke by the sound of Clarke's phone buzzing.

Bellamy – 19:54

Do you know what time your Dad usually arrives at the precinct on a morning?

Clarke – 19:55

Yes, why?

Bellamy – 19:56

Fancy telling me princess?

Clarke – 19:57

Not until you tell me why, and don't call me that.

Bellamy – 19:58

I was supposed to have a report finished before the end of the day and at this rate, I'm going to be here all night. If you tell me what time he comes in on a morning, I can make sure I get in before him and put it on his desk. I want to go home.

Days like this, Clarke hated that Bellamy was a cop and worked with her Dad, she was tired of the inside jokes the shared and always heard when she went to spend her lunch hour with Jake. That's where the nickname came from. Bellamy believed that because Jake was in charge of the precinct which made Clarke the princess. She really hated that name.

Clarke – 20:00

Aww, poor baby. He usually gets in about 06:50, but he may have a meeting so it may be later. Maybe this will teach you to stop leaving your work until the last minute ;)

Bellamy – 20:01

Thank, princess. I owe you one.

Clarke – 20:02

Stop calling me that!

"Are you ever going to stop texting lover boy or am I going to have to break your phone?" Wells smirked.

"He is not my lover boy and I am watching the film." As Clarke turned her attention to the screen, the scene became slightly more adult orientated and Clarke's face turned bright red. Wells didn't need to look at Clarke to know she would be embarrassed.

"You really need to get laid" Wells laughed. Clarke turned to face him.

"Yeah, because that last time went so well," He rolled his eyes.

"Come on, I was a good wingman," Clarke laughed.

"I seem to recall that you closed your eyes, spun around twice and then pointed your finger. I'm lucky you did that technique a few times, otherwise I would've been going home with a bar stool," Wells threw his hands in the air.

"I got it right in the end didn't I?" He squirmed, realising a moment too late that he'd said the wrong thing. Clarke moved her legs onto the couch so she could kneel beside him.

"You got it right? Are you kidding me? I ended up having a one night stand with Finn Collins, the man who had been in a relationship for six years and didn't bother telling me until his girlfriend caught us in bed together. Best wingman ever," Clarke breathed.

"Think about it though, you and Raven became friends after all of that, so I did well in some ways," Wells joked.

"I guess you're an alright friend, you did take the blame after all," Clarke kidded.

"Yes and I even ended up with a black eye because of it. I deserve a medal for putting up with you," Wells teased.

"Don't push it Jaha," Clarke warned.

"Would dream of it Griffin," Wells smiled.

Two Days Later

Clarke had decided that she needed more than her usual one fix of coffee and asked Sasha and her friend Emori to meet her at the Drop Ship, her favourite coffee bar. She had believed it was a great idea until Finn Collins had walked through the door accompanied by John Murphy, one of the officers that worked with her Dad and Bellamy. She tried to lower her head, hoping that Finn wouldn't see her, it didn't work. He started to walk over to the table.

"What does that idiot want?" Clarke whispered.

"You'll have to be more specific, there's two of them," Sasha replied. The men reached the table seconds after Emori snorted and started to choke on her coffee. Sasha began to pat her on the back when a bottle of water appeared in front of her. Clarke looked up to find Murphy stood beside Emori.

"You look like you need it." Emori smiled and took the water from Murphy's hand.

"Clarke, can we talk?" Clarke had almost forgot Fin was stood behind her. She was about to reply when Murphy cut in.

"Finn, not here, just leave it." Clarke was shocked, Murphy was never the nice guy, was he finally changing?

"You're right, but at some point, you'll want to talk to me Clarke." He smiled and left. Murphy said goodbye and walked over to his friend.

When the three girls left the coffee shop twenty minutes later, Clarke felt as though she could finally get on with her day with her extra coffee fix. Emori waved and got into her car, which left Sasha and Clarke. Before Clarke could walk away, Sasha spoke.

"If I tell you something, you have to promise not to tell Wells," Clarke was intrigued and she nodded.

"I've been offered a job on the East Coast, it's a really good school and it's a higher position which would mean more money. I was going to talk to Wells about it but I didn't know how he'd react. What should I do?" Clarke froze. Wells was planning to propose and Sasha was planning to move to the other side of the country. There was only one thing she could say.

"Talk to Wells, he'll understand. He's good and big decision making." Clarke hoped that Sasha wouldn't question what she meant.

"I guess you're right. I best be going, I'll see you later," Sasha began to walk away, but Clarke needed to say something else first.

"Sasha!" She shouted, Sasha turned to face Clarke.

"Please don't hurt my friend," Clarke smiled and Sasha returned it.

"I won't," Sasha turned and walked away.

Anybody recognise Sasha?

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