The last day of summer.

10.

A/n: I really liked writing this one! Is a long one so be aware

—Are you sure is this way Clarke? —Octavia asked, walking down the corridor.

—Listen, who has been here before?—

—You've only been here once, and you don't have the best memory.. —Raven broke down, making her blonde friend frown.

—Shut up-

And with that, the three girls arrived at the end of the hallway. They stood in front of the wooden door for a couple of minutes before Octavia decided to step forward and start knocking, not giving a damn about what time it was.

They needed answers, and they needed them now.

—God, how much of a heavy sleeper is she? — O was getting impatient.

From the inside they could hear a voice complaining. Then silence, and right after a couple of seconds they heard the keys before the door opened.

—What the hell are you doing here? —A very sleepy Lexa opened the door, eyes clenched due to the daylight that was now peaking through the half open door —Do you know what time it is!? —

—Yeah time for you to give us fucking answers —

Whoever saw these girls right now would probably wonder what was going on there, and that was a good story to tell.

It all started on Friday morning, Octavia was waiting for her roommate to finish showering so she could finally do her own morning routine. She had been considering moving out, because lately she couldn't handle her anymore. Ugh, but that definitely could be a pain in the ass. Finding a new place.. being able to afford it... couldn't she just move out with one of her friends? A lightbulb appeared at the top of her head, that was it! Maybe she could ask them...persuade them...how bad could that turn out?

She was making herself some breakfast as she waited, and at the same time was mindlessly scrolling down her phone. There were three things that she always did first thing in the morning when she got her phone on her hands. Number one, send a good morning meme to her friends' groupchat. Number two, check those stupid buzfeed news they dropped everyday and maybe reed a couple of them. And number three check out her agenda, yeah, she was a very organized girl. But for the past month she had added a new bulletpoint to her phone routine: check every social media The Dropshop owned. Someday this was a waste of time because they didn't post everyday. Of course they had to keep a low profile on social media because the place wasn't particularly normal. Sure, it was approved to be a bar and a dance place, but the owners knew very well what other illegal things circled around their place. Yet, they never tried to stop it. Octavia had already checked every picture in Instagram and on twitter, to see if maybe there was something about her friend. But she found nothing.

Yet.

That morning there was nothing new except for an Instagram story reminding that the fifth year anniversary of The Dropship was soon. She made sure to write that down, it could be helpful.

After she was done with the phone routine she could finally eat breakfast, and later on do her morning routine. She usually did it the other way around, but that day she didn't want to waste time, she needs to be on time for her class. She even asked Clarke if she could pick her up on her way to the campus, which her friend of course accepted. And at 8:30am the blonde was already waiting for Octavia.

It only took them half an hour to get to college, a record time considering sometimes they did useless stops to get an extra coffee or a snack.

The day went pretty okay, she handed in a very important homework, which she hope would get a great mark, and then dealt with two classes before lunchtime. At 1pm she joined her friends at the cafeteria for a quick chat and some food.