Her Step Brother

Party?

"Okay, so we've spent all day out and about," Raven spoke. "So, how do you feel about going to a party?"

"Well, my dear, that depends. What party?"

"Kyle said he knows some guys that are throwing a big party. One of the guys family lives close to campus and they have this huge barn and field where they throw parties. They even have a guest house!"

Clarke shrugged. She wasn't sure of how fun it would be if Raven was going to spend the duration of the party glued to her boyfriend. But, maybe it would be fun. It would surely help her focus on other things than Bellamy.

"You know what? Yeah, let's go. Is he picking us up or should I drive?"

"Oh, you've been stressed all day. He is picking us up and he won't be drinking so that you can have fun," Raven grinned. "Maybe find you a man."

Clarke lauged, but agreed. She didn't plan on hooking up, but who knows? She'd never had a one night stand before, but, why not?

Surely Bellamy had had a million, she thought bitterly.

The girls spent over an hour getting ready while waiting for Kyle. Clarke was wearing her shorts and a blue shirt Raven let her borrow that was a bit too short.

"Okay, wear these," Raven demanded.

Clarke took the wedged sandals from her friend, sliding her feet into them. "Is this because I'm short? Because that's rude."

"They're cute," Raven laughed. "Oh, Kyle's here. Are you ready?"

Clarke took money and slid it into her front pocket, just in case of an emergency. She grabbed her phone off of the charger, sliding it into her back pocket. She was ready to release some steam.

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Raven wasn't lying. The place they pulled up to was a mansion, with a big guest house that overlooked a big field with a barn, covered in different colored lights.

As Kyle parked, Clarke could already see keg stands going on and girls in bathing suits, cups in hand.

She exited the car, keeping her cell phone between her breasts instead of pocket so it wouldn't fall out. She stayed next to Raven, walking towards the barn that housed all of the booze.

Clarke grabbed a beer, refusing a drink from some guy in a woman's bikini, with what looked like a lot of questionable hair glued to his body in patches.

She drank the beer, watching Raven and Kyle jump around the music. Raven pulled her into the crowd though, making her dance around, too.

Clarke spun around, laughing with Raven as someone approached her. He was tall with a man bun. Brown hair and green eyes. Very handsome.

"Hey," he smiled. "I'm Ben."

"Clarke," she introduced.

"Can I get you a drink? Dance with you?" He grinned.

Raven nudged her, urging her on. "Yeah, thank you," Clarke smiled. "A beer."

"Be right back." Ben promised.

Clarke turned around to Raven, fanning herself. "Damn, he's hot."

"Yes, he is," Raven laughed. "Kyle, give me that! You're DD." She snatched a cup from Kyle's hand.

"Shit, I'm sorry," he apologized. "I won't have anything else and I'll still get us home."

Raven sighed. "Yes, you will. Can you take me to find the restroom? Clarke, will you hold my cell?"

"Yeah," Clarke agreed, putting Raven's phone in her bra with hers.

"Here you go," Ben handed her a beer as Raven and Kyle walked out.

"Thanks," she smiled. She took a few sips, dancing with Ben. She jumped around and laughed, swaying her body to the music.

Ben rubbed their bodies together, leaning in close to her. She breathed slowly, meeting his green eyes in the shining lights. Her heart didn't flutter, but it should have.

She kissed him, wrapping her free arm around his neck. He kissed her back, his hands firm on her waist. She allowed him to deepen the kiss, holding her against him. It wasn't the same as when she kissed Bell.

"Finish your drink," he whispered. "Let me take you for a walk."

Clarke felt a little nauseous. She shouldn't, she was kissing someone who wasn't Bellamy. But, she was. She put a hand on her stomach.

"I think I need air," she told Ben, not feeling good.

He pushed the crowd aside, getting her out into the field. She put the beer on the ground, her head starting to pound. She needed to find Raven and Kyle.

"You want me to get you some water?" Ben offered. He pushed her hair from her face, staring into her eyes.

"No, it's okay. I just, I need to find my friends." She pulled from his grip.

"Come on. I can walk you around the guest house and help you. I've been here a million times. You'll get lost," he warned.

Clarke stomach rolled, her mind trying to clear. She started walked, trying to find Kyle's car.

"I'll just, I'll be right back," she told Ben.

She tried to hurry the best she could, looking for the green mustang. She almost took her shoes off out of frustration for almost falling. It felt like hours before she finally found it, sliding in and locking the doors.

She fished out her phone, pressing Raven's contact. It rang for a second, but she hung up, realizing she was also holding Raven's phone.

Her head was starting to pound, the phone hard to see. She blinked furiously.

She opened Raven's screen, dialing for Kyle. She tried three times, finally getting an answer.

"Clarke?" Raven was shouting over the music. "Where are you?"

"I'm in the car," Clarke told her. "I need to go."

"I can't hear you," Raven yelled. "Let me step out."

Clarke waited, the music getting lower and lower.

"Where are you?" Raven asked again.

"I need to go home," Clarke explained. "I think I'm going to call my mom. In the car."

"Hold on, babe. We're on the way."

Clarke sat back in the passenger seat, her eyes wanting to close. Kyle opened the door, nearly making her fall out on the ground as she was leaning on the door.

"Fuck," he said, quickly grabbing her and putting her back into the seat. "Clarke? What did you drink?"

"Just beer," Clarke groaned. "I gotta go." She tried to curl up, the nausea no better.

"I can drive," Kyle said. "I'll just go really slow."

"Absolutely not," Raven demanded. "We could die or you could arrested. Clarke? I'm gonna find a cab service."

She closed her eyes, the music starting to fade.

"Hey, man." Clarke heard a familiar voice. "Raven, I didn't think you two would be here. So, where is she?" Everything was quiet. "Move!" The voice demanded. She felt her head being turned, making it pound harder. "What the fuck happened to her?! Who did this?" The guys was angry, making her head pound harder. "Tell me who the fuck did this to her! I'll fucking kill him!"

"She said she only had a beer." Some girl, Clarke thought. "A guy was dancing with her when we went to the restroom. She called us after locking herself in."

"Show me which mother fucker did this and then take her home!" Man, that guy was pissed.

She was so sleepy, she just needed to sleep. Everyone needed to be quiet.