I stood there, outside the front door of Clarke's house, which is fricken huge by the way, trying to summon up the courage to knock or ring the doorbell or whatever. I hadn't wasted much time in going after her that afternoon so here I stood playing the hand I'd been dealt.

I wasn't familiar with this feeling of nervousness. I was more of a jump in with both feet kind of girl, you know, to hell with the consequences and all that. So why the shit was I afraid to go inside and face her?

Fuck it, I'm being stupid.

Raising my hand to knock, my fist met nothing but air as the door suddenly opened in front of me and there she stood. I felt fucking stupid and was about to cover my brilliance of failing to knock with a sarcastic comment until I saw her smile.

That smile could do all kinds of things to a girl and I'm sure it had a certain effect on all the boys who saw it.

"Oh hey Raven! Do you want to come in and hang out? Or would you rather stand out here on the doorstep all afternoon?"

She was fucking teasing me and I loved it. Don't think I didn't notice how I started twirling some of my hair around my finger. All I needed to do was start giggling like a dumbfuck bimbo and the image would be complete.

"Yeah, sure. I ain't got anything better to do."

I'm sure she wasn't fooled by my attempt at playing it cool but it was better than looking like a moron drooling over her sexy bod.

Could the real Raven Reyes please stand up and take this pod person away please?

I could see that her house was just as expensive as Octavia's. The place practically screamed money from all the high priced shit on the walls down to the way it just plain looked. I mean you can tell the difference between a house made of money and something that any bozo can get just by looking at it.

Shit, it looked like one of those pads you'd see on MTV cribs. All that was missing was the camera crew to follow her around as she gave the tour and well you get the picture.

I whistled as we entered her upstairs bedroom,

"Nice digs princess," I commented as my eyes took in the splendour she woke up to each morning. I practically lived in a hovel in comparison.

She frowned, "I wish people would stop calling me that!"

I raised an eyebrow, as an amused grin appeared on my face,

"Well you do practically live in a castle."

I felt the full force of her glare and I held up my hands as if to say 'don't shoot the messenger.' My room could easily fit in here twice. There was a large double bed, which faced a wall on which a flat screen rested. There was an easel off to the corner, along with a whole host of art supplies and of course there was the usual dresser and generic shit like that.

Paintings lined the walls and I wondered for a moment if any were her creations or if they were just by some artists I'd never heard of.

"Do you want to sit down and watch a movie?"

The sound of her voice had me looking back over at her now as she sat on the edge of her bed. I shrugged and then walked over to her. I honestly didn't know where to go from here. I can say that putting on a movie was not really the reason why I came over here.

Neither of us seemed to be willing to address the huge MFing elephant in the room. You know the one I'm talking about right?

The one that was pink about yay big, floating up near the ceiling that was the metaphorical representation of our attraction that neither of us seemed to talk about now that we were alone and sober.

Well soberish in my case.

She ducked out of her room for a few moments, so I took the opportunity to take a seat on her bed and browse through the endless selections available on Netflix. She came back in with a couple of sodas in her hand and handed me one as she sat down pretty much right next to me.

I wasn't paying attention to whatever it was she ended up picking. What I mean to say is that I saw whatever it was she picked but after a few minutes of watching and my interest levels dropping, it was hard to concentrate on anything but her.

I took a swig or two of my soda and placed it on the floor not far from where I sat. I almost joined it on the floor after what I saw next. I turned my head to face Clarke about to say something when what it was I was going to say, packed up and took the first train outta there.

Her face was not far from mine and I was struck dumb by the look in her eyes. She was looking at me like there was nothing else going on in the world right now. It was kind of that look of wonder I'm sure I got at least for a little while when I stumbled into a place that was too rich for me.

I watched as her eyes darted down to look at my lips and it was hard not to do the same, so fuck it, I couldn't stop it even if I wanted to. I wondered if it would feel the same as it did the first time we kissed.

I was the first to look away though, this all didn't seem real. I felt her hand on my cheek, which brought my face level with hers again.

"I don't know what you've done to me Raven, but gosh I want more of you."

She leant in, her lips almost on top of mine as she paused. Maybe she thought I'd pull away again, or maybe she was giving me the opportunity to. I was frozen on that spot though.

She was asking me what I'd done to her. I'd like to know what the fuck she was doing to me. In the small space of time since that first kiss, I'd already started to think, feel and act differently and not just around her. God knows how I fought it, denied it and convinced myself I was being a fucking idiot. But maybe I was wrong.

Shit this crap was turning into something from one of those daytime soaps that bored sexless housewives would watch. Here I was certifiably nuts about this girl who seemingly wanted me as much as I wanted her (whether I'd admit it or not). What made it even crazier was, this was the girl who my ex-boyfriend cheated on me with.

Just when I was sure she was going to kiss me though, a loud rap on the door startled us both and ended the 'moment' that we'd been having. I was flustered and looked away from her before I scooted away so there was some distance between us.

"Clarke!" The voice of her mom Abigail came from the other side of the door before she walked in.

"Oh! You've got a friend over. How lovely!"

Her attention was briefly on me before it turned back to her daughter,

"Don't forget I've got that dinner this evening and I'd really like it if you'd come along with me."

Clarke sighed,

"I know mom. I'll make sure I'm ready," she said sounding more than a little resigned.

I looked over at the clock and noticed that it was later than I thought it was. I really had to leave; otherwise I'd have to fend for myself food wise. My foster parents were pretty messed up in that if I wasn't there by a certain time they wouldn't bother feeding me.

I stood up,

"I should probably get going. I'll see you tomorrow Clarke."

She looked a little sad that I was leaving but shit I mean fuck. Maybe I'd be able to think clearly now that I was not around her.

Did I really want to get involved with her? Shit, who was I kidding? It wasn't a question of whether I'd get involved with her; it was how much I was going to get involved with her?

She was already under my skin and it freaked me the fuck out. I'd had some pretty bad experiences where relationships were concerned so would one with Clarke be any different (aside from the obvious)?