Chapter 1
"What the fuck?" O giggled, running a hand through a mane of dark hair. Lincoln had an arm wrapped around her waist supporting most of the girl's weight. Clarke just laughed, of course Octavia was wasted before they even stepped foot into the bar. Bell’s arm was swung over the blonde’s shoulders, Clarke had an arm wrapped around his waist and gave him a squeeze.
The Blake’s were like home to Clarke, they have been a constant in her ever chaotic life. She stayed in Bellamy’s flat when her father died and her mother buried herself in work and couldn’t find the time to give a shit about her daughter. Octavia held her while she cried herself to sleep. But the companionship went both ways, Clarke stitched up Bellamy when skin was broken by his step-father. Held Octavia throughout the night without question. The three of them were inseparable.
Bell threw a hand up and nodded in Raven’s direction behind the bar. The motion jostled Clarke out of her thoughts.
Clarke’s eyes surveyed the place, eyes glancing longingly at the pool table. Debating the pro’s and con’s of commandeering the table, she let out a sigh. Drinks first, then taking all of these assholes money at the table. Once again Bell shook her out of her thoughts quit literally.
"Princess, check out the bar. Brunette, white dress, leather jacket; looks just your type." He winked, "way cuter than Finn. Anyway."
Clarke followed Bell's line of sight to a girl, scratch that, she was seriously one of the prettiest girls she had ever seen. The brunette looked up and blue eyes meet soft green. Clarke felt her cheeks redden, Clarke reached next to her and grabbed Bellamy's arm and pulled him to the bar,
"I think I just fell in love, this requires shots. Lots and lots of shots."
"Reyes!" Bellamy bellowed over the chatter, louder then normal due to his possibly already inebriated state. Leaning all of his weight against the sticky surface of the bar.
A real smile crossed Raven's face, she propped herself on the bar and planted a swift kiss to Bell's lips.
"Blake! Griffin! What's the news today?" Raven was Bellamy’s girlfriend and Clarke’s best friend of the last few years, beautiful, confident, sassy, and a literal engineering genius.
Bellamy gestured to Clarke who was still drooling a little over the brunette at the other end of the bar and leaned closer to whisper in Raven’s ear. The conversation was lost on their blonde friend.
"Princess here needs some liquid courage." Bellamy spoke up and wrapped an arm around Clarke’s shoulders, successfully dragging her attention away from the other girl.
"Tequila...Please." Clarke’s lips twitched into a smile as she looked over at the brunette.
The darker girl just shook her head and reached for the liquor bottle and pulled out three shot glasses, lined them up and filled them with expert precision.
A couple of shots and a beer later, Clarke glanced over at the girl and met green eyes once more; and the eyes were pleading for help, she nuddged her head in the direction of a guy who was in her personal space and mouthed “Help.” The guy looked like a douche, and was that? His collar was popped. Ugh, Clarke hated pretentious frat boys. The blonde steeled herself and pushed away from the bar and headed to the mystery girl.
“Hey, I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” Clarke beamed and grabbed the girl’s hand pulling her out of her bar stool. With a well placed hip-check she managed to jostle the boy enough for him to spill his beer. With a wave the blonde pulled the other girl into the mess of people dancing.
Clarke felt heat pool in her stomach, and heat rise to her cheeks. Yep totally in love. Clarke wrapped her hands lazily around the stranger’s neck and let the music move her body.
The taller girl leaned down, Clarke could feel her breath ghost against her ear, “Lexa, by the way.”
Clarke smiled, “Clarke.”
Hours or minutes could have passed, Clarke couldn’t be sure. All she knew was that she had to get to know the girl in front of her. Lexa’s eyes widened as she saw something behind Clarke, the taller girl laced her fingers in Clarke’s hair and kissed her. It was messy, a clash of teeth and tongue. Clarke’s insides felt like they were turning into mush, yep this was love, or at least lust to a whole new level.
“What the fuck is this shit?” Popped Collar from earlier had grabbed the blonde from behind and jerked her away from Lexa.
“Jesus Fucking Christ, what are you some kind of dyke?” The boy spat in Lexa’s direction. His friends stood at his back trying to look intimidating; they were failing.
Lexa rolled her eyes, “Geez, you think? What gave it away?”
Clarke squared up up to the boy and his friends. “I dare you, say it again." A smirk tugged at the blonde girl's lips, oh yeah, she was pissed. Her right hand curling into a fist. Bellamy had made his way over in the commotion, he was stood next to her. Hands stuffed in his dark jeans. His posture was lax, but his eyes were hard as steel.
“I said, keep your hands to yourself. Dyke.” Popped Collar spat, he was furious. Clarke found it cute, it wouldn’t matter how mad he got.
The girl's knuckles split when they made contact with the dark haired boy's face. There was a satisfying crunch of bone and cartilage; Popped Collar’s hands flew to his face. Clarke’s foot shot out and kicked him in the knee cap. He was down for now.
Bell's fist connected with other boy's stomach knocking the air from his lungs; and left the taller boy doubled over. Bell interlocked his hands and brought them down on the boy's back effectively taking him out of the fight.
Bell had a wide grin plastered on his face, as he turned to find Octavia his head snapped back from the force of a fist, he felt blood running down his face.
The commotion from the fight brought little attention to the group, the Ark wasn't known to be the most sanitary of places, or a place of any moral renown. Apparently these frat boys were new to the area.
Raven leaned over the bar with a megaphone,
"Oy! Assholes, break a table, I break your fucking knee caps!"
Clarke shoved the guy in a polo who had sucker punched Bell, causing him to knock into a regular, Gustus who was a pretty gnarly dude. That's when all hell broke loose. Gustus spun around and shoved the polo kid back and threw a punch to the kid’s stomach. Fists and bottles flew, it was chaos. Clarke was shoved from behind and stumbled into Lincoln who had made is way over to join Bell and Clarke.
The blonde shouted over the din, “Have you seen Octavia?”
Lincoln made to shake his head, but caught sight of something over Clarke’s head. Clarke turned around to see what had caught his attention. She caught a glimpse of Octavia standing on the pool table with something in her hand, before she could register anything else a fist was thrown in Clarke’s direction and the fight was back on. Lincoln hit the man who had swung in his friend’s direction.
O had grabbed a fire extinguisher from somewhere and and was shooting foam all over the place; until it clicked empty. The girl looked down, surprise evident on her features. With a shrug she chucked it at the boy who was dangling on Lincoln's back, with a death grip around his neck.
Lincoln jerked forward at the contact and spun around to see the kid unconscious. Clarke made eye contact with her tall friend, and they both turned to see Octavia shrug and blow a kiss in Lincoln’s direction. “Keep your head in the game girl.” Clarke muttered as she ran shoulder first into a man who was reaching for Raven’s bat, when the bartender’s back was turned was turned.
Arms wrapped around Clarke's waist yanking her forcefully off of douchebag number 2. Her feet kicking in uselessly in the air. "Let go of me you fucking ass hat!"
*CRACK
The arms let go of Clarke and she pin wheeled around, arms flailing. And came face to face with forest green eyes. Looking down Clarke saw that Lexa was grasping part of a shattered pool stick.
"I think I'm in love."
Lexa just smiled, " I bet you say that to all of the pretty girls." Red and blue lights flashed across her features. Bellamy staggered over to the girls all black eyes and bloody nose. Lincoln trailed behind him with Octavia slung over his shoulder struggling, yelling obscenities towards the crowd.
"That Princess, is our sign to skiddadle!"
Lexa wrapped her hands in Clarke’s long blonde hair and pulled her in for a kiss, it was tainted with the taste of copper. She pulled away and laced fingers with Clarke, “Let’s go Princess.” With a smile, Lexa tugged Clarke over to the bar where Raven was standing, bat in hand yelling threats and swatting at people to run them out.
“Lexa! I see you finally got to meet Clarke.” Raven winked.
Clarke’s face scrunched in confusion. Lexa found it adorable. “Raven and I grew up together, I just moved here.”
Raven ran around the bar, well hobbled at a fast pace due to her leg. “Talk later, run now. You know the drill, out the back door.” While the others made their way out the back Bell hovered uncertainly.
“Will you be okay? I don’t want to leave you here.”
Raven smiled, it was a soft thing. “Don’t worry about little ol’ me. You know the regulars love me and won’t let anything happen. Besides someone has to deal with this mess, and considering that I actually work here.” Her words trailed off. “Besides, I’ll meet up with y’all in a few hours.” The tan girl made to move away. “Oh, and Bell? Don’t let anything happen to Lexa, I’m serious.”
“Of course not.” The boy winked and placed a kiss on the bartender’s lips; spun around and ran out the door to catch up with his friends.
As he ran out the door Bell saw Octavia kick one of the numerous police cruisers. Oh yeah it was going to be a long night.