"Clarke, honey I just want you to have a dependable income. I know you like coloring but being an artist won't bring in money forever." Abby told her daughter, Clarke Griffin an only child with a knack for "coloring". Abby wanted her to become a doctor like her. Her dad just wanted Clarke to be happy and encouraged her to become an artist and go to art school in New York.
Clarke understood being a painter wouldn't assure her a place to sleep or put food on the table, but it was what she wanted to do. Why couldn't her parents support her? Why couldn't Abby support her? It wasn't like the Griffin's were barely making ends meet. They were higher than middle-class. Clarke could be an artist and a still be able to splurge every once in a while. Abby wouldn't accept that choice. She refused to pay for Clarke's college tuition. She thought that Clarke would declare defeat and just agree to go to medical school. Some people want me to be heads or tails. She didn't expect her to actually get a job. I say no way, try again, another day. Clarke had gotten multiple jobs to be able to pay for her tuition and books for the semester.
Clarke had won the battle. She had worked out a deal with the college, and had managed to make a steady income from her jobs to pay rent.
I should be happy, not tipping the scales. She felt something was missing. Without Abby to fuel her rage she had no inspiration for art. "Make me feel something, show me that original ideas still exist" said Mindy, this assignment would be worth 20% of her grade. She had a week to create a piece. A week. So why not take some time off and get relieved of some stress.
I just won't play letting my life get away. Between working and school Clarke barely got any alone time. She always had to be somewhere. But that Friday she had nowhere to be. No school tomorrow no work for hours. So she made plans and headed to a popular club. She was accompanied by Raven and Lexa. A mechanic and a scientology major, respectively. Clarke wasn't particularly close to both girls but knew them well enough to know they knew how to have a good time. After an hour of dancing, hot sweaty grinding bodies and spilled drinks. They were approached by a man. He seemed to be around their age. And he was hot. Like really hot. He offered blue pills as a "party favor". Both Raven and Lexa had taken one and downed them in a flash. Raven, Lexa and the hot stranger were all staring at Clarke expectantly.
I'm no fool, no I'm not a follower. She was not a sucker to peer pressure. She knew drugs were highly addictive. She was about to decline when hot stranger arched his eyebrow at her. I don't take things as they come. It was as if he was challenging her. For all Clarke knew she was about to be roofied.
If they bring me down. Under normal circumstance she would have declined and taken her leave. But Clarke Griffin was no coward. She took a pill and quickly swallowed. All while maintaining eye contact with the hot stranger. A loud "Whoop" was heard and the partying commenced.
The next morning Clarke awoke in a bed that wasn't hers, in a room that wasn't hers next to the hot stranger. He laid on his back his face towards hers. His arm resting on her hip. Clarke looked under the covers to confirm her fear. She was naked. She groaned and shut her eyes. Flashes of last night played in her head. Her dancing with the stranger. More blue pills. A shirtless stranger. A bed. A lot of groans and shouts. Clarke disentangled herself from the stranger. She stood in an unfamiliar room, naked, looking for her phone. She saw a bright flash under what she assumed to be his jeans. She leaped at her phone before it made noise and checked the screen. A series of messages from Raven and Lexa. Clarke rushed to put on her dress, she searched for her heels. She headed for the bedroom door. A loud "creak" was heard and then some bedsheets rustling.
"Are you skipping out on me princess?" said a sleepy raspy voice. Clarke turned toward the hot stranger. He sat up and the sheets feel down to his waist, he ran a hair through his hair. He was beautiful.
