West Ark High

Mr Steal Your Girl

"Are you coming out or do we have to come in?"

The doorknob rattled and Clarke jumped slightly, forgetting that the door was securely locked. "Don't come in!" she hissed back through the wooden door.

"Then you come out!" Harper's pushy voice answered once again from the other side.

Clarke groaned, sizing up her reflection in the mirror. She was currently wearing what had to have been at least the twentieth dress that Harper had given to her to try on; it was a cherry red bodycon dress that was strapless from the front but with a complicated backing that left most of her back exposed.

Originally she hadn't really planned on going to the dance—she had no one to go with anyway. When Harper had caught wind of this (through Jasper, curse the little bugger) she showed up on Clarke's doorstep and forced her to go to the mall under the pretense that "Harper needed a dress."

Only once they met up with Fox in the dress department of JCPenney's did their true intentions become clear—they were going to buy Clarke a dress even if they had to wrestle her into one.

"I don't like this one," she stated bluntly, a frown forming as she stared at her reflection a little closer. She didn't like how much cleavage was showing nor how tightly pressed the fabric was against her body.

"That's what you said about the last six," Fox's voice complained this time. "At least come out and show us what you look like with it on!"

"No way!" Clarke began the process of stripping the dress until she was standing in her bra and panties. After she slipped back into her jogging shorts and t-shirt, she put the dress back on the hanger and stepped out of the dressing room.

Harper and Fox were sitting on a grey sofa, their backs to each other. Fox had a sparkly pink dress resting across her lap which Clarke assumed was the dress her friend had decided on buying. Harper jumped to her feet, giving an exasperated eyeroll as she stalked up to her friend.

"And what was wrong with this one?" she asked, snagging the hanger from Clarke to admire it again.

Clarke raised her eyebrows in the slightest look of annoyance. "It was too tight and was showing off more skin than I want."

Harper grunted, biting the tip of her pinky finger. "You would have looked so good in this though..." she murmured under her breath.

Now it was Clarke's turn to roll her eyes. "Oh please. It made me look like a psychotic prostitute. Besides, I don't even want to go. There's no point wasting money on a dress when I'm not going to wear it anyway."

Harper looked like she had gotten punched in the gut. Then she got this hardened look in her eyes that made Clarke a tad nervous. "Geez, Clarke! We've been planning this stupid dance for two months and now you're going to miss it?"

Clarke shrugged, hoping that she was pulling off the puppy dog eyes that Jasper was always using. "Well, I don't have a date and what's the use—"

"—then go with Bellamy," Fox interrupted. Clarke pivoted to face her friend; there's no way she heard that correctly was there? Did she really just suggest Bellamy as a date option? Fox cocked her head to one side and continued, "You guys are friends now aren't you?"

Clarke could tell that that her nose was twitching, but whether it was out of anger or embarrassment she wasn't sure. After all...Bellamy? "Sure we're friends, if you could say that," she said after a few moments of smoldering. Harper had a smug grin on her face that Clarke wanted to slap right off. "But just because we aren't trying to strangle each other doesn't mean that I want him to be my date to the dance!"