Chapter 1

It all started with a bet. Although it was a drunken bet, a bet was a bet. And she wouldn't back down from anything. This was her time for fooling around. Her time for partying hard, and her phase of making stupid bets. She didn't think of it as a time for mistakes. How could living ever be considered a mistake?

Clarke sat back down grinning after agreeing to the bet, proposed by her best friend and partner in crime Raven. As far as the blonde was concerned that wager would be a piece of cake. Was she overconfident? Maybe. However, Clarke was known to get what she wanted. She kept the glass of whiskey close to her mouth but didn't drink from it, contemplating her actions when Raven spoke up again.

"So, how are you going to do it Griff? I'm not letting you off the hook this time. We need to agree on who and how long you'll have for them falling in love with you."

Yup, Clarke Griffin, young aspiring artist by day and party animal and heartbreaker by night, just accepted this challenge; to make anyone fall in love with her.

"Well, how about you choose the time and I decide on the person?"

"Naaah… you're not playing me that easily tiger." Raven lifted her glass off the table in the darkly lit corner of the bar. "I decide on the person and we can compromise on the time."

Clarke squinted her eyes and pursed her lips considering Raven's words. "I get no say in who at all?"

"Nope. Where would the fun be in that?"

The blonde nodded, lifted her hand to clink her glass to Raven's and drowned the amber liquid in one gulp. "I'm in."

It all started with a bet. Although it was only an office bet, a bet was a bet. And she wouldn't back down from anything. This was her time to be brilliant. Her time for writing interesting pieces and creating pieces of importance. She didn't believe being young meant having nothing to contribute. How could age ever be considered a limit?

Lexa stared out of the small window of the office she shared with her friend and co-author Anya. She thought about how to get this story to work. Was she overachieving? Maybe. However, Lexa was known for writing pertinent and daring articles. She tapped her pen lightly against her mouth and bit her lower lip, contemplating the possibilities when Anya spoke.

"So, how are you going to do that Woods? I don't believe you have it in you to pull this one off. You've only got 10 days to find someone, get them interested in you and then lose that person after the 10 days have passed. We need to find you that someone."

Yup, Lexa Woods, young aspiring journalist at day and introverted documentary lover at night, just agreed with her editor Nia Izard to write an article on how to lose a partner in 10 days.

"I really don't think it's going to be that big of a deal Anya. Take me to one of your playgrounds and I'll pick someone up."

"Lexa, why did you let yourself be pressured into writing bullshit like this. Nia knows you're a sensitive soul who can't hurt people. Damn, you're still friends with Costia after she broke your heart and your bank account because you can't let her go."

"What has this got to do with my career? I need to write this article so Nia will shut up and give me more important subjects. I'm still the youngest chick in this coop. I need to gain respect from her."

"She bullied you into this!"

Lexa squinted her eyes and pursed her lips considering Anya's words. "Let's go out!"

"Ok. But let me pick the poor soul who gets their heart broken!"

The brunette nodded, lifted her hand to shake Anya's to finalise their plan. "I'm in."

That was why Lexa found herself walking into a club at nearly midnight instead of lingering on her comfortable couch watching the newest documentary about squids. Anya convinced her to wear something out of her comfort zone to make that whole experience more of a play than reality. The journalist looked down on herself, appreciating the short white skirt and her long legs in black shoes. She wore a black slightly see through top over her favourite equally black lacy bra. All in all, Lexa felt comfortably sexy to find someone who would unknowingly assist in pushing her career.

A low wolf whistle to her right let Clarke know Raven might just have spotted the person of interest for their little bet. She followed Raven's eyes to the entrance of the club where two gorgeous girls just seemed to have entered the premises. Next to them Clarke could see some couples hanging around or groups of friends. So her eyes darted back to the two women, wondering if Raven lost her mind.

"You are not going to make me pursue a goddess!?" Big blue eyes turned back to look into amused brown ones.

"Anyone, you agreed! Remember?" Raven started laughing and pointed again to the women, who in the meantime had found a spot at the bar. Clarke felt her confidence crumble slightly at the sight of her possible opponent.

"Ok. Which one do you think? Tall blonde or gorgeous brunette?" She sighed.

"The Brunette!" Raven exclaimed, strongly nodding along with her decision. "Definitely!" She then turned back to Clarke and raised her glass again. "Now that we know who, how long do you think you need?" She grinned mischievously and enjoyed seeing her friend slightly shift uncomfortably in her seat. Clarke tried to ignore Raven for the benefit of studying the dark haired woman at the bar. She was probably a little taller than herself, although she wore high-heels. She was gorgeous Clarke had to admit. At least she would have fun by trying to make that woman fall in love with her. Raven could have picked much worse. At least she looked like her type. She seemed to be sophisticated, although clothes can be borrowed. All the while, as Clarke mused over the woman, Raven closely watched her.

"Griffin, your gay is showing. Why don't you pick your jaw up from off the ground and give me a number."

"Huh?" Clarke turned back to Raven. Puzzlement soon changed to embarrassment. "Uh, I mean. Yeah."

"Stop stalling!"

"Ok ok. How about 21 days?"

"Is that a question or a statement?" Raven leaned back, watching the two women at the bar. "I can understand if you feel you don't stand a chance…" Clarke vehemently shook her head and interrupted the other girl. "It's not that Rae. Gimme me 21 days. I'll do it." The blonde put on her winning smile and winked at Raven, who took that as a challenge in itself. "Know what… I'll give you half. You get 10 days. She must say she loves you after those 10 days."

"10 days? Are you crazy Rae?!" Clarke lifted her hands in defeat, huffed out expressively and let her head fall onto the table in front of her.

"You can't do it? The big mouth is saying she can't do it?" Raven patted the other girls back.

"Why do you hate me?" She mumbled into her arms.

"I don't hate you. It's a bet. One you will lose. It's all. I love you Clarke. You're my best friend. You know that." The budding artist lifted her head slightly and smiled at her friend.

"Ok. 10 days and she must say she loves me?"

"10 days and she must say she loves you." Clarke sat up again and straightened her back.

"Deal." And with that she chugged down her other drink, stood up, pulled up her tight black jeans, put on her most confident smile and walked off towards the bar.

"Look Lexa. Now we are here. Just pick one. There are so many. What about the brunette at the table in the back?" Lexa only shook her head.

"She seems to be here with someone. See the blonde? I don't want to dive head first into a disaster."

"Speaking of… the blonde is approaching."

"What?" Lexa had been looking towards the entrance of the bar, when she heard Anya speaking. She whipped her head around to indeed see the woman walking towards them. "She might want a drink?" Lexa mumbled between clenched teeth, unable to look away. The woman in question wore tight black jeans with holes above her knees and a blue denim button down shirt; sleeves pulled up above her elbows. The long necklace around her neck moved with every step while she sauntered over. She leaned against the counter next to Lexa's stool and signaled the bartender. The hand gesture indicated a 5 minute wait for service. She pushed herself back from the bar to turn towards Lexa who has been sitting as still as possible to avoid being noticed.

"Giant polar bear." Clarke said in a deep voice close to Lexa's ear, who in turn furrowed her brows and turned to look at the her.

"What?" The eloquent writer replied, amused.

Clarke leaned even closer than before, her breath brushing the brunettes ear. "It's an icebreaker."

Lexa shivered by the close proximity of the woman. When the meaning of the words hit home, Lexa laughed out loud and Clarke swore in that moment she would give her last everything to hear that sound again.

"I'm Clarke and you look like the type of girl who has heard every line in the book, so I thought I'd go for something unexpected." Lexa tilted her head to the side to get a better look at the blonde. A small smile still played at the corner of her mouth when she replied. "Hi Clarke and thanks for not asking me if I hurt from my fall from heaven. I'm Lexa." They looked at each other for another second before Lexa awkwardly cleared her throat and turned back to the bar and her drink.

"What are you having? Can I get you anything, Lexa?" Clarke tasted the name on her lips. It fell so easily from her mouth.

"Thanks Clarke but I'm ok." The brunette then turned to her other side and gestured to Anya while introducing her to Clarke. While Clarke managed to order some drinks, Anya took her chance to wink at the writer, but was unable to speak as the blonde interjected.

"So, I'm here with my friend Raven. Do you ladies want to join us for a while?" Clarke pointed back to the table she had come from earlier.

"Sure. Lead the way." Anya jumped off the stool eagerly and pulled a hesitant Lexa with her. Clarke nodded and walked ahead of the duo.

"She seems nice and uncomplicated. Sure she wouldn't mind being played a little." Anya whispered to Lexa.

"Yeah. She is… nice." Lexa pushed some strands of hair behind her ear and followed Clarke through the throng of people.

"Cool. Alright. Clarke it is. Let's see how well you can play that game." Anya gleefully patted Lexa on the back and smiled at Raven when they reached the table.

"Hi there." Raven smiled wide and did little to hide her amusement.

"Rae this is Lexa and her friend Anya. This is my friend Raven." Clarke plopped back onto the seat she'd vacated earlier, leaving the other two stools for their new aquaintances.

"So Clarke convinced you to leave your prime seats at the bar to hang out with us?"

"She made it sound more interesting." Anya grinned.

After a short silence Anya and Raven started to talk to each other about the perks of their current seats compared to the bar stools. Clarke kept sneaking glances at Lexa who in turn smiled every time she caught her looking at her.

"So, you come here often? Ok. That was bad. Don't answer that. It's just, you're so beautiful you made me forgot all my pick-up lines." Lexa laughed out loud again and shook her head.

"You are good at that." Lexa leaned towards Clarke, head on one hand.

"And by 'that' you mean?" Clarke mirrored Lexa's position.

"Paying a compliment."

"Well if I see a gorgeous woman I have a duty to tell her that I've noticed her beauty." Both women were oblivious to their surroundings as they kept looking at each other. Lexa 's gaze wandered from Clarke's eyes to her nose to her lips and back up to her eyes while Clarke unashamedly kept her eyes on Lexa's lips.

"So." Lexa spoke up again making Clarke lift her gaze to the brunette's eyes again. "What are you doing for a living?" Clarke bit her bottom lip considering an answer as closely to the truth as possible. She might be a player but she had difficulties holding up lies. Green eyes glanced down for a split second to see the action. Lexa slowly inhaled much needed air through her nose licking her lips subconsciously in the process.

"I'm an artist." The statement received a surprised look on the other woman's face.

"What is your art?"

"Everything really. I paint, draw or sketch. Mainly. I dabble in music a little. Nothing big though."

"Paint? What do you like to paint?"

"That really depends on my mood. When I feel relaxed I paint landscapes. When I want a challenge I paint people."

"Why is that a challenge?"

"I find it challenging to get the real essence of the human body. Muscles, joints, skin over bones. It's daring really."

"I understand. I have to admit I'm intrigued. Can I see some of your art Clarke." The writer asked flirtatiously.
"If you're a nice girl I might take you to my studio." Clarke flirted back.

"What is getting your bank account filled up each month?" Clarke asked after a short break. Lexa hesitated for a moment unsure of what to say. Being a writer is not revealing anything she assured herself.

"I'm a writer."

"Oh, an artist of sorts as well." The blonde smiled over her glass before drinking a sip and licking her lips noticing how Lexa's eyes again fall onto her mouth for a brief second. Clarke smiled confidently. Peace of cake, the artist thought.

"More a creator of openings to escape reality." Lexa smiled and leaned back a little to stretch her tired muscles after a long day at work. She noted how Clarke's eyes wandered down to her breast before quickly ascending to her eyes, stopping a moment on her lips. Cakewalk, the writer presumed.

"That answer in itself screams artist with words." Clarke laughed out raucous, the sounds sending shivers down Lexa's spine. "Have I've been able to come across some of your 'openings to escape'?" Clarke winked at the brunette. Blushing slightly the writer admired the blonde's ability to listen closely although the music was loud and bassy.

"I don't know your taste in literature Clarke. But maybe a small book store might have one of my earlier works." The journalist has ventured into writing short stories while attending University.

"Really? I'd like to read your stuff." The other woman amazed Clarke. She can't be much older than the painter herself and has already published books. That was a little intimidating but Clarke had been able to sell a few of her paintings in the last year.

"If you're a nice girl I might take you to my studio." Lexa repeated Clarke's words from earlier while looking deeply into the blonde's eyes. Clarke raised one eyebrow and smiled seductively back.

While Clarke and Lexa were obliviously absorbed in their own little world, Raven and Anya changed their conversation to similar subjects such as jobs, hobbies, latest movies. It was obvious all four women enjoyed each other's company. Conversations flowed easily, liquor evaporated just as effortlessly. Without realizing the club has started to empty. None of the four had heard the last call before closing.

"Wow… it's that late. Hey Griffin we need to leave." Raven piped up from somewhere beyond the bubble Lexa and Clarke had created.

"Huh? Leave? What?" Finally the blonde looked from Lexa to Raven, to see a mischievous grin give way to a generous smile.

"We. Need. To. Go. Now." Raven pronounced each word while gesturing between her and Clarke.

"We just came here!"

"And by just she means 4 hours ago. The club is closing C." Raven started to pick up her bag and handed Clarke her own. Lexa and Anya got to their feed as well. Everyone turned to leave when Clarke held Lexa back. Last nail to the cheesy coffin Clarke smiled.

"Well Lexa, I seem to be missing something. You wanna help me find it?" Clarke had turned the brunette and took her hand into her own.

"What are you looking for?" Lexa asked confused as if on cue.

"I seem to be missing a phone number. How about yours?" Lexa burst out laughing; Anya shook her head and Raven clapped Clarke on her back. The blonde kept holding eye contact, stroking her thumb over the sensitive skin.

"I can't believe she gave you her number after that line!" Raven exclaimed when the two climbed into the cab. Clarke looked back to the club seeing Lexa and Anya getting into another taxi.

"I can't believe you were such a tacko blocko! That's manipulation that is." Clarke turned back and complained heavily.

"Not on me girl. The club was closing. Either you have game or not. Easy as that."

And so the game had begun.