Bellarke College AU

Moving Day

Clarke's POV

"Are you sure you don't want me to drive you?" Abby disbelievingly asked for the 100th time.
"Yes mum, I'll be fine! I'll call you when I'm there." Clarke replied with an annoyed huff.

Today was the day, Clarke was finally moving to college, she'd secretly been counting the days till when she was no longer under the constant criticism of her mother, although Abby would most probably call her everyday to pick at the most trivial flaws in Clarke's decision making skills, her most recent decision being to take up art studies instead of medical. Abby was one of the most highly respected brain surgeons in the country, although she was the most needy for brain surgery of them all, considering she couldn't get the fact that Clarke didn't want to study med, through her thick skull into her dense brain.
Clarke did love her mother, she just wished she would be a little more accepting and understanding.

It was 7:36am and Clarke was doing her best to get out the front door before she accidentally opened another can of questions from her mother. She carried a big green duffel bag over her shoulder, a large tote bag on her forearm, a computer bag in her hand, her handbag on her other forearm and her car keys in her other hand.

"Call me as soon as you get there or you're coming home before you learn your roommates name!" Abby threatened, her voice laced with determination.
With a roll of her eyes, Clarke stepped out of the front door. "Freedom at last" Clarke thought to herself and she took a deep breath at the realisation that she's moving out. Actually moving out at last.

"Clarke, don't forget your phone!" Abby came rushing out of the house waving Clarke's phone around wildly. Clarke hurriedly took her phone, kissed her mothers cheek and jumped into her little black car.

6 hours later

Clarke received her room key and made her way for number 103. After a solid half an hour of walking up and down halls she finally spotted her room.
"Yes" Clarke sighed under her breath.
She eagerly opened the door and was pulled out of all her thoughts, by literally getting pulled into the room. She didn't even get the chance to lay eyes on her small room.

"OH MY GOSH! You're finally here so I'm going to need to know what colour rug we should get, I'm thinking a magenta and grey or black and brown" the young, energetic girl managed to spit out the sentence without a breath.
"I umm" Clarke started.
"Oh, hi I'm Octavia, you're Clarke. It's lovely to meet you. Sorry about the verbal assault thing, I'm just really excited, this is my first year and I-"
"It's okay, it's nice to meet you too. And I think magenta a grey would be perfect." Clarke giggled and extended her hand and exchanged a simple hand shake with Octavia.
"So what's your major?" Octavia asked as she made her way over to her bag on the counter.
"It was a toss up between art and pre-med. Pre-med was my mother's dream for me, and I do enjoy it, but it's not a passion like art. I find myself itching for paints or pencils or even charcoal, anything I can draw with. So I decided to go with art." Clarke explained. Whenever she talked about art, her eyes would wonder into another dimension. One with ink stained carpets, vibrant tapestries, the soft, yet coarse feel of paper. Clarke seemed to float on clouds while letting her mouth run about her deep passion for art.

"I've always enjoyed art class, despite the fact that I can't draw for shit. Once I was assigned a project to draw a landscape that I caught myself thinking about the most, and my drawing turned out like a bowl of soggy noodles. I was going for a footy field but I do think about noodles quite often so it's all good." Octavia shrugged and made her way to Clarke with 2 glasses of iced tea.
"Do you play football?" Clarke asked and took a sip of her drink and sat on the sofa. Octavia lit a pumpkin vanilla slice candle and joined her. "Yeah I do, it started out as a pass time during lunch at school. I grew up without a mother, I was raised by my older brother so I found it easier to talk to boys. I played with them everyday until I finally decided to join a competition team. I played tackle, much to my brothers' disapproval. And that's where my love for footy began, I just finished a world tour playing with other countries' rep teams, I left school in year 10 for that, now I've decided I want to go back to school to study PE science." Octavia said in a 'matter of fact' tone.
"Wow that's awesome!" Clarke made an over exasperated facial expression. She didn't like football at all; in fact, she hated anything to do with physical activity. Well, almost everything.
"Oh my god, I just realised I forgot my bags downstairs, I'll be right back!" Clarke hurried out of the door leaving no time for Octavia to reply.
Clarke ran down the hallway, which was unusual for her because she almost never ran. But she was worried someone had stolen her bags, being first week of college everyone is a little strange and most of the time, drunk. Once she reached the elevator, she slammed her finger down on the 'G' button.
She impatiently tapped her foot until the cabin reached the ground. The elevator doors opened and she took in the sight. 20 or so rowdy boys and girls that looked to be around her age. The lobby was small and cosy. There were four 2-seater sofas, a coffee table and a vending machine. The bunch of people were standing in the sofa area, not taking up too much space.
Clarke uneasily made her way to the pile of bags and found the strap for hers. It was buried under the rest of the big bags, she pulled the strap with incredible force until her fingers slipped and her arm went flying behind her and hit something solid.
"Easy up there Princess"