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Clarke woke up later that morning to a grumbling Octavia, “Clarke, I think I lost my shadow.”
“Again, O?” Clarke mumbled from her spot tucked between the side of the futon and Octavia.
“Will you help me find it?”
“Of course,” Clarke responded as the two friends continued to drift in hung-over lethargy.
“OH!” Octavia sat up before swearing and laying back down slowly. “Did you get that girl’s number?”
Clarke froze. The rest of the night flashing back in pieces. Lips, green, lips, brown, lips. Fuck. That girl had been so shy and so hot. She bolted up from the futon ignoring Octavia’s protests as well as her body’s and sprinted up the stairs for her phone. Grabbing it off her nightstand she opened her texts, nothing. Fuck. She squinted at the small screen, clicking on her contacts and painstakingly scrolling through. Double fuck. She groaned as she slowly made her way back down the stairs, clutching the handrail for support. She suddenly felt deeply disappointed in herself and sort of like she needed to vomit.
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College AU where Clarke meets a hot shy hockey player who shows up at a party at her apartment, but she doesn't catch her name.