Bellarke: modern love

Chapter 1

A/N: First ever fanfiction, I hope you like it and there will be more Bellarke in the ne t chapter! 😆
Clarke POV:
I've never been very popular. Even in college I only had four really close friends, Octavia, Wells, Monty, and Jasper.
"Yo, Clarke!" Jasper yells from across the quad.
He jogs over to me, goggles bouncing on his head. I laugh as I reach up to fix them, "Hey Jasper, where is Monty?" I look behind him and then look back at him,puzzled, "He is usually right behind you."
"Oh, yeah, he had to stay back and study." He says quickly, he seems excited, "So, you up to go out tonight with me and Octavia.
I look at him, hesitant, "I don't know, Jasper..."
"Come on Clarke, O is bringing her new boyfriend and I don't want to third wheel. S Monty was supposed to come, but now he can't."
"I still don't know, Jasper..."
"Pllleaasse?"
Jasper looks at me, his bottom lip covering his top, and his eyes looking up at me.
"Damnit, fine, I'll go."
"Yes!" He says, pumping his fist in the air, "Thanks Clarke." He starts to run towards the dorm building, "See you tonight!"
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When I get back to my dorm, Octavia is lying on her bed reading a book on butterflies.
"Hey, O." I say.
She looks up, dazed at first, "Oh, hey Clarke."
"Good book?" I ask.
"Yeah, actually. It's a lot more interesting than I thought it would be." She says, obviously excited. "So, did Jasper ask you?"
"Yeah." I say, of course she knew, she probably gave Jasper the idea to ask me. I look over at the clock, it says 6:00. "We should get ready O, Jasper is going to be here at 7."
"Oooooo, can I do your makeup, oh and pick out your outfit?"
I hesitate, "Um, O, that doesn't sound like a good idea."
"Oh come on Clarke, please, I can make you look hot. Well hotter than you already are."
"Fine,but I want to do my hair."
Octavia sqeal in delight, "Ok, let's get started."
O sits me down in front of the mirror, and pulls out some black eyeliner, she coats my eyelid, and then adds a dramatic wing. Then she attacks my eyelashes with mascara, finishing off the look with some deep red lipstick. When we get over to the closet, Octavia pulls out a tight black dress with a V-neck in the front and a slit down the back. O, finishes me off with some black, high heeled ankle boots. Octavia, then does her hair and makeup, and slips on a tight cheetah print skirt and black tank top, paired with black stilettos.
"Ready to go?" She asks.
"Ready as I'll ever be." I say, and with that we leave.