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Clarke was finishing up typing her paper on the laptop that was sitting in front of her. She had completely tuned the teacher out for the entire class. However, the only thing that was on her mind was finishing this research essay.
She looked over at the girl sitting next to her. She was paying close attention, taking notes, highlighting parts of the textbook, and even bookmarking pages. Clarke wrote the final sentence of her essay before nudging the girl on the shoulder lightly.
“Lexa,” she whispered as to make sure the teacher didn't hear when his back was turned. “Can I take a picture of your notes?” she asked.
Lexa looked up for a moment from writing in her notebook before giving Clarke a small nod. She slid her textbook across the table and Clarke took out her phone. She snapped a photo of each of the pages of the chapter before sliding the book back to Lexa. Then Lexa slid her notebook over and Clarke took pictures of every note page from today and even a few from yesterday. Clarke slid the notebook back to Lexa and smiled a little at her before putting her phone back in her pocket.
“Thank you.” Clarke whispered in a slightly louder voice than she whispered the first time.
Lexa bit her bottom lip a little as if she was nervous before speaking back “No problem.” in a voice so quiet Clarke could barely understand what she was saying. Good thing Clarke was able to read lips.
After a short moment, the two girls exchanged, the teacher turned around to face his class. “That is all from me for today. The test is in 3 days. Be ready. No homework tonight, just study. See you all next class, you are dismissed.” Then he walked to his desk while Clarke heard the shifting and shuffling of students getting their things together to leave.
She put her computer in its case and stuffed it into her backpack. She dropped her stray pencils back in her bag before turning to face Lexa again. She was going to ask if Lexa had a study partner but as she began to speak she realized the girl was already gone. Damn.
She slung her backpack over one of her shoulders and walked out of class. She walked down the halls of the campus and out of the building. 3 pm and she was finally done with classes. She walked for a few minutes before reaching her dorm’s building. She stepped into the elevator and waited as it took her to the 5th floor.
She walked until she reached room 13 and then unlocked the dorm. She noticed a pair of shoes at the door as she kicked hers off, threw her backpack down, and went to flop on her bed.
“You’re back?” A voice called from the other end of the dorm. Clarke shifted from her flopped position on her bed into a sitting up position now. She looked to where the voice was coming from and there stood Octavia leaning on the doorframe of the bathroom, brushing her teeth.
Clarke groaned and flopped back down onto the bed. Octavia finished brushing her teeth before walking to where Clarke was laying. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the worn-out college student. “What? Did you not finish your paper?”
Clarke shakes her head. And Octavia gives her a confused look. “Well then why do you look like…” She laughed a bit to herself before gesturing toward Clarke. “That?” she finished asking with a smirk.
Clarke rolled her eyes and scoffed at Octavia’s comment. “Now what is that supposed to mean?” she growls.
Octavia only laughs again before standing up and stretching. “Relax Clarke, it was a joke.” She walked over to the closet and opens the door, searching for something. “Seeing as you’re done with your work...you can finally go out with Raven and me!” She shouts with a cheerful grin on her face.
Clarke sits up once again and looks toward her dormmate. “I have a test in a few days, I can’t get distracted.”
Octavia groans and slams the closet door shut. She then shoots a look toward Clarke. A glaring look, one that burns into her skin without any words needing to be spoken from her lips. “Fine, one night.” Clarke says reluctantly.
Octavia smiles again and reopens the doors of the closet. After another few minutes of searching, she pulls out a dark blue dress and throws it at the bed Clarke is sitting on. She throws another dress onto the red afterward. This one was blood red. Then she closes the closet for a final time and opens their shoe drawer. She grabs two pairs of three-inch wide heeled black zip-up boots and places them softly onto the floor.
She walks over to the bed and grabs the red dress taking it into the bathroom, shutting the door, and locking it behind her. Guess that means the blue one is mine. Clarke thinks to herself before standing up and grabbing the dress.
She took off the ratty clothes she decided to wear to classes for the day and threw on the dress. After fixing and pulling it for a few moments it fit snug. The dress was almost the same shade as a freshly ripe blueberry. The end of the dress cut off a little further past her knees. She tried to pull it down further but knew it would be no use. She couldn’t make the dress longer and the more she tried all it did was stretch the silk fabric.
Then Octavia walked out of the bathroom, her hair was already done so nicely and Clarke just turned to stare at her. Octavia gave her a warm smile before catching a glimpse of Clarke’s hair. “Yeah, this won't do.” She grabbed Clarke’s wrist, pulling her into their bathroom.
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The three girls walked into the bar. Music was blasting, people were dancing, some were making out but Clarke averted her eyes from them. Raven, another one of their friends, ended up not wearing a dress. She showed up in ripped jeans and a short-sleeve button-up shirt. Octavia had berated her enough in the car about not dressing up enough. Clarke just listened to that conversation and it was soon forgotten when they arrived at the building.
Octavia was gone within seconds after spotting Lincoln. Lincoln was Octavia’s boyfriend. They met one day when Octavia was skipping class, Lincoln was the one to show her to the best hiding places on campus. They had only been dating for 2 months but even strangers could tell they were perfect for each other.
Clarke looked around for any other familiar faces, but there were none. Only Raven, Octavia, and Lincoln. She sighed to herself and made her way over to the bar. Raven was the designated driver for the night but Clarke promised she wouldn’t get too drunk, only a few shots here and there.
Clarke ordered a shot of tequila and rested her elbow on the countertop waiting for the bartender to finish pouring it. He slid her the shot glass and she downed it within a second. The bartender then threw her a plastic water bottle, Clarke caught it and nodded as a thank you. She started to make her way over to the middle of the bar.
Octavia liked this bar the best because it had a stage. And on the stage? There was always some small band playing music. Clarke looked over her shoulder for a moment to see Raven leaning up against the wall. She was surrounded by two guys and one girl. Clarke smiled to herself and finished making her way to the stage area.
There was currently a break between the bands that we're playing tonight, but that didn't stop people from dancing where they could. Clarke made her way into the crowd, holding her water and taking a few sips here and there. Then the music playing over the speakers stopped and someone walked out onto the stage.
Everyone’s attention including Clarke’s turned toward the stage. “Hope you are enjoying yourselves.” The man started to say, “Today we have a new band performing for us, let's give it up for Trikru!” The man finishes his announcement and gestures toward the band walking out onto the stage.
The lights were dimmed so the faces of this new band were hard to make out. Even Clarke couldn't figure out if they were male, female, or both. The band got themselves situated on the stage and the lights raised. Clarke could see much clearer now. 2 girls, 2 boys. One girl was standing in the middle, she seemed to be ready to sing. She was darker than the rest of her crew but her looks were captivating. The two guys were carrying guitars, Clarke assumed they wouldn’t be singing as there was no mic in front of them.
Then she caught a glimpse of the drummer in the back. There was a mic in front of this girl. She had heavy makeup on that made her look almost like a raccoon but it didn't look..bad. In fact, to Clarke, the drummer was the best-looking one.
The guys on guitar started to play a few notes and then the drummer joined them. Clarke listened to their music, almost completely immersed in their sound. The lead singer had a voice like honey but it was still deep and a little raspy. And then the drummer’s voice chimed in and Clarke felt her heart skip a beat. It was a feeling that she had not yet experienced during her time at college. This voice coming from the drummer was beautiful, beautiful yet familiar. She couldn’t place her finger on where or when she had heard a voice like this before but she was sure she had. As the first song started to come to an end Clarke figured it out, where she heard this person before and the voice inside her own head spoke.
Lexa?