Chapter 2
“This cast totally fucks up my outfit,” Octavia complained as they pulled up outside Clarke’s house. Raven sighed, this must have been the third time she’d heard this from the younger girl.
“You were the one who decided it would be a good idea to pick a fight with a brick wall,” Raven responded sarcastically with a roll of her eyes. Octavia turned to look at the browned eyed girl, pouting. Raven let out a chuckle at the sight of her, she was adorable. “You look great O,” She said truthfully. “Even with the cast.”
Octavia smiled, once again she had gotten what she wanted. Raven could never resist the other girl. Just then, Clarke pulled open the door and positioned herself in the back seat of the car. “Hey,” She greeted excitedly. Octavia hadn’t spoken to Clarke since the incident earlier that day and had to explain what had happened again. “Picking fights with walls? Really Octavia?” Clarke joked.
“That’s what I said,” Raven added. Octavia slumped down further into the seat, faking a frown on her face. “Hey,” she said to the girl, touching her shoulder. “Cheer up, we’re here.” The trio headed inside to find the party in full swing. Some kid was already passed out in the corner and the majority of teenagers already seem fairly drunk. Octavia went off to get them some drinks and Clarke was scanning the room looking for Lexa. Raven took a seat on the couch. Her leg was aching more today than normal. She figured it was because she had spent the last few days under a car; she was a mechanic at a local garage. Octavia returned a few minutes later, handing Raven a cup.
“Where’s Clarke?” She asked. Raven just nodded behind her. Clarke was with Lexa giggling at some unknown joke. Octavia rolled her eyes knowingly, before downing the drink that was obviously meant for the blonde girl.
Raven took a sip of her own, grimacing at the taste. “Jesus O, how much vodka did you put in this?” Octavia just shrugged, taking a seat next to Raven, who was rubbing her leg under her brace.
“You’re leg hurt?” Raven instinctively moved her hand away from her braced leg. She hated talking about her leg, the accident, it didn’t bring back good memories for her. Octavia didn’t press the subject when Raven didn’t reply, which she appreciated. “There’s Lincoln,” Octavia muttered to herself. “I’m gonna go say ‘hey’” She gestured to Lincoln. “You gonna be okay?”
“Go,” she said reluctantly. “I’ll be fine.” Octavia smiled. Raven knew she’d been crushing over Lincoln for ages. She never stopped talking about him and as her best friend, Raven had heard all about the younger girl’s crush. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t jealous.
Clarke was steadying a swaying Lexa, as she attempted to guide the brunette girl to the stairs. They had only played one game of beer pong and Lexa was completely wasted. Clarke glanced up the mountain of stairs, with the other girl on her arm, the climb seemed like an impossibility. Clarke brought the girl’s arm around her own shoulders and began to climb the stairs. Lexa stumbled a few times but managed to reach the top. Clarke led Lexa to her bedroom, who slumped down on her bed as soon as they reached it.
“Clarke?” Lexa slurred, turning to face the blonde. Clarke sat on the edge of the bed, with a hand running through Lexa’s hair.
“Yeah?”
“I really like you,” Clarke’s heart started beating a little faster. The pair had been dancing around their feelings for a while now and they both knew it. The situation was much like Raven and Octavia's, accept for the fact they were both fully aware of their feelings. Unlike Octavia who was totally oblivious to the whole thing.
“And I really like you.”
“No,” the brunette squealed. “I mean I really like you,” she repeated.
“You’re drun-” Clarke trailed off and jumped a little when she realised how close Lexa was. The dark haired girl had moved so that she was sitting opposite Clarke on the bed. She had leaned in so their foreheads were almost touching and Clarke could feel the other girl’s breath on her face. Before Clarke could register to what was happening, Lexa’s lips had collided with her own. After a few moments, Lexa’s tongue brushed against hers. Clarke pulled back, blinking a couple of times to convince herself that this was really happening.
Lexa yawned and Clarke giggled, she was feeling a little giddy. Lexa fell back to the bed and her eyes started to close. Clarke smiled to herself as she rose to her feet.
“Where you going?” The brunette mumbled, eyes still closed.
“Go to sleep, I’ll be back later,” Clarke promised, reassuring the other girl that what happened was alright. In fact it was more than just alright, it was great. For Clarke, it had felt amazing to kiss her.
A couple of hours later, she was still sitting on the couch, feeling a little tipsy. She had spoken to different people throughout the night and joined in with a beer pong game. Clarke had joined her once Lexa had become too drunk to stand. Lexa didn’t usually drink, but when she did, she was a lightweight.
“So, you fucked Lexa yet?” Raven joked, when she saw the smile on the blondes face.
“More like you and Octavia,” Clarke shot back, slurring a little. Raven slightly regretted the choice of words, but she blamed the alcohol.
“There’s nothing between me and Octavia,” Raven lied defensively. Raven knew that Clarke had caught onto the situation between her and Octavia. They were always together and continuously flirting. Apparently everyone knew about it, except for Octavia.
“Just like there’s nothing between me and Lexa,” Clarke said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “I thought you were driving tonight?” She asked, changing the subject.
“Shit.” Clarke rolled her eyes again, clearly too drunk to argue with her. Raven put her drink to the side, hoping she could sober up before they had to leave, knowing she probably wouldn't.
“Raven, Clarke!” Came an overly excited voice from the other side of the room. Raven glanced in the direction of the voice. She saw Octavia sitting in a circle with a group of people all looking very drunk. “We’re playing ‘I’ve never,’” she squealed. Clarke groaned before getting up to join the group. Raven just shook her head, knowing that she had to sober up. Octavia rose to her feet and hurried over to Raven. “C’mon Raven,” she whinned, giving the older girl her best puppy dog eyes and pout.
Once again Raven couldn’t resist the girl.
They played a few rounds of the game. Raven was drinking water, but nobody seemed to have noticed.
“I’ve never,” Anya started, looking deep in thought. “Had a threesome.”
Clarke took a gulp of her drink before turning her attention to Raven. “You told me you had,” she announced loudly, clearly feeling the effects of the alcohol. Raven had already finished her water and someone handed her a drink.
She refused the drink. “I have, I’m just not drinking,” Raven said confidently. “I have to sober up if you guys wanna get home tonight.”
“Fuck it,” Anya exclaimed loudly. “Just stay here tonight.”
“Can’t, this one's brother would kill me,” she nodded to Octavia, who had her head against Raven’s shoulder. Octavia mumbled something into her shoulder which sounded something like ‘fuck Bellamy’ Raven just rolled her eyes, laughing slightly. “I think it’s time to go.”
“I’m gonna stay,” Clarke slurred loudly, as Raven helped Octavia to her feet. She nodded at Clarke.
“Are you sure you’re okay to drive?” Lincoln asked her seriously as Octavia struggled to find her feet, holding onto Raven as though her life depended on it. Raven would be lying if she said she wasn’t enjoying the younger girl’s attention.
Raven nodded. “Yeah I’m fine.” She wasn’t lying, she felt sober enough now to drive. If she hadn’t, she wouldn’t have risked it. She couldn’t risk Octavia’s life, especially after the accident. She wouldn’t have been able to live with herself. “Can you help me get her to the car?” Lincoln nodded, gently grabbing Octavia’s other arm. They led her out to the car and opened the passenger door. Sliding her into the seat, Lincoln made sure her seat belt was on. Raven thanked him before taking her position behind the wheel.
As soon as they started moving, Raven was sure Octavia was asleep. That was until she started mumbling. “Rae,” Raven turned her head to look at the girl who was beaming at her, before quickly averting her gaze back to the road.
“What?”
“Can you text Bellamy?” She slurred, she was very drunk. Raven gave her a confused look. “I don’t wanna go home,” She sounded like a small child, but Raven knew what she meant. Every time she got drunk, Octavia would want to come back to Raven’s place. She hated going home drunk; her brother would always be awake and would always lecture her when she walked through the door. Raven’s place was quieter. She shared an apartment with Jasper, who was a total stoner. Raven had moved out as soon as she could, the day she turned eighteen she was gone. Her mother was an alcoholic and Raven couldn’t stand living with her anymore, she was the reason for her fucked up leg.
They pulled up outside Raven’s apartment. Raven took out her phone and sent a quick text to the older Blake.
Raven: O is staying at my place tonight
She got a reply almost immediately.
Bellamy: Figured, she always does. Thanks Raven
“Come on,” she said, attempting to lift Octavia out of the car. She had sobered up slightly and managed to climb out of the car, with only a little help from Raven.
“Hey, Raven” Octavia exclaimed loudly as the entered the apartment. Raven shushed her and received an apologetic smile from her best friend. “Guess what,” She whispered this time.
“What?”
Octavia’s smile widened, excitement growing on her face. “It’s my birthday,” Raven laughed, turning glance at the clock. It was 2am.
“Yeah it is,” The older girl confirmed, matching her best friend’s excitement. “Happy Birthday!” Octavia didn’t reply verbally, she just threw herself into Raven’s arms.
“I love you, Raven,” she whispered and Raven felt the butterflies in her stomach. “You’re my best friend ever.” Her heart sank a little at the last part.
Raven pulled back slightly, staring into the bright green eyes of the girl in front of her. “I love you too, O.”