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I was sitting in this place, wondering how the fuck I ended up there.

I knew my mother always wanted the best for me, because I was her only daughter and she has a heart of pure gold. She needed to look after me, especially because she had to know if everything was fine. I couldn't expect more from her: I was gifted to have such a caring mother.

But there was times when I needed to pick up the pieces and fix myself on my own. Like now. All I really needed was my friends and perhaps some time. I knew I could get to my normal self again, but this had been a particularly rough year. My father's life was taken away from a car thief… and he was only a casualty. When I thought everything was going to be fine, everything started to go wrong with Finn.

And now I was sitting for the first time of my miserable life in a small gym, about to learn martial arts. My mother told me that I couldn't drop off the classes, because they were already paid. Yet, I was not feeling at my place there, with all this people. I knew the instructor's name was Gustus and that he was a high ranked MMA fighter, but that was pretty much all. I wasn't fitting in: I was probably the youngest and I felt like everyone was staring at me.

"Alright everyone, let's start today's warming up!" The instructor says walking around us.

He started explaining what they were about to do and, after a few minutes, a girl entered the gym and joined them. I saw the look Gustus gave her and I knew he was mad because she was obviously late.

The girl was beautiful. Long curly chestnut hair, all put in a ponytail. Emerald green eyes and a body every girl could kill for. I looked at her a little longer and realized she couldn't be much older than I am.

The instructor continued talking about the warming up and I took my eyes off the young brunette. I knew I would have a hard time focusing because of that girl.

After an hour, I was heavily breathing and telling myself that I was really out of shape – everyone seemed to be having fun, while I looked like I have been tortured a few times. Martial arts were difficult and I had to start from the basics movements on my own. Gustus was looking at me sometimes, correcting my position and teaching me few notions, but that was it. I was fighting against a mighty dummy and it was probably winning over me, because I fell two or three times on my ass after kicking it.

I wasn't strong and I started getting desperate and wanting to give up the training. I wasn't fit to fight anything. I was afraid to kill a goddamn spider because I could think about its own sentiments. What? Spiders could probably feel pain too.

"Break time everyone! 10 minutes, well deserved I must say." The instructor said.

I was dying for water and probably chugged all the bottle I had. I didn't realised how sweaty I was before entering the bathroom to refresh myself. I untied my hair to make another bun. Man, fighting against a dummy is pretty rough, sometimes.

When I got back, everyone were gathering around two people about to fight. You could guess the surprise on my face when I saw Gustus fighting with… the girl. They were in a fighting stance, looking at each other with a smirk on their lips. Some were cheering for him, others for her.

She stepped and make a feigned, trying to push him to make a movement. He did, he stepped forward and punched in the air, but she was crouching and then tackling the instructor. It was beautiful to see her move against him, putting her hands in specific places. Gustus could be reacting without even thinking, pushing her to the ground. She dragged him with her, pushing him aside and wrapping his neck with her arms.

The young brunette was strong, but she knew Gustus was a grown-up man and therefore he was stronger. He was probably more experienced than she was, so he escaped her hold and he tossed her under him quickly. Next thing I knew, the girl was unable to move and the instructor was applying pressure on her arm. She surrendered with a few taps to the ground and he smiled. I understood the fight was now over. They got up and he gave her a light tap on the top of her head. For a moment, she looked mad, but then she smirked at the instructor and give him a nudge in the ribs.

Some clapped their hands and Gustus made a little reverence before speaking again. "Good. Now that you have all refreshed yourselves…" and I was thinking about the girl again, standing in front of me. All I could see was her back and the tribal-ish tattoo on her arm. I didn't realized I was staring at her before my eyes met hers. I gave her a confused look when I heard her talk for the first time. She had a soft voice.

"You're Clarke, the new girl, right?" She asked with the same serious face. She didn't even looked exhausted, while she probably had been training ten thousand times harder than I.

"That's me." I answered, giving her a nod.

"We're training together from now on. Did you understand what the exercise is?"

"Uh… not really." I answered with all honesty.

"I know, you were not listening." She told me, raising her eyebrows and giving me a smirk. She knew I wasn't listening because I was staring at her incredibly fit body. I blushed and she to me to "Focus a bit more". Then she explained me what I had to do.

When she was showing me, using me while demonstrating, I couldn't help but think how flawless she looked in her tight shorts and tank top. She had this way to move, like doing martial arts was easier than walking for her. I knew I would look horribly clumsier compared to her.

And for maybe the fifth time this night, I felt myself pushed backwards and I fell on my back. The impact took my breath away and I may also have whined a bit. I wasn't prepared for being pushed so easily. The brunette chuckled and helped me to get back on my feet.

"You had to grab my arm. That's why you fell." She reprimanded me. She was looking a bit upset, probably because she was training with me. Anyways, who would like to exercise with someone as bad as I was? I wasn't even listening to her or Gustus.

"Sorry, it won't happen again." I promised her, getting in my fighting stance again. I was tired, my whole body was aching and my clothes were soaked from my sweat. Pretty sure I was looking horrible too.

Without warning, she tried to push me, but I grabbed her arm, but my leg behind her and pushed. She lost balance and fell on her back. At the moment I thought her back was going to hit the ground – and that she was probably going to break one or two bones – she opened her arms and smacked the ground to cushion the fall.

"You'll learn that sooner." My training partner said, getting back to her feet. "You should have used all parts of your body to push me."

"Uh… I did." I answered with embarrassment.

"You're weak."

"And that is the reason why my mother ended up signing me for this." I admitted, blushing again.

When the torture of my first class of martial art was over, I was in the changing room to get myself into more casual clothes. All my muscles were tensed because of everything I endured in the training I had with the brunette. Speaking of her, she was into the changing room too. I looked at her for a moment and she noticed me staring at her again.

"It was definitely… something, to work with you." I said with a small grin on my lips.

"Don't think that because you're new here that we'll go easy on you." She continued.

"I know." I dropped, giving her a nod. "I still don't know what your name is."

The green eyed goddess took her bags and walked to the exit door. I thought, in all honesty, that she was not going to answer my question. What? The girl could probably kill a man with only a look. Maybe I was wrong, she could be a total sweetheart, but I often right with the first impressions.

Just before pushing the door, the brunette turned her head around and smirked at me. "I'm Lexa." And then she left Clarke me all alone in the changing room. A part of me was upset, but I don't know why. Maybe because she was just a mysterious girl. She had been tackling me for over thirty minutes and I heard her only say a few things, but that was enough to get me interested in her. I sighed and headed out of the gym complex.

My apartment was near the gym complex, maybe 10 minutes from walking. Trying to avoid as much pain as possible, I was making small steps and moving slowly. I was only in the gym's parking lot and I thought about giving up and call a taxi, but it felt to me like cheating. I just spend about two hours of doing martial arts training, a 10 minutes' walk was supposed to be nothing compared to this.

I saw a car stopping in front of me and I immediately recognized my best friend's car, especially because of the rust. This car shouldn't be trusted and I told her that a lot. "Jump in, million dollar baby!" A voice said and it didn't belonged to Octavia. It probably was our other friend and roommate, Raven. I smiled and walked to the car, struggling with every step I was taking.

I opened the door and sat in the backseat, while Octavia was driving and Raven in the passenger's front seat. I greeted them with a smiled and buckled up my seatbelt. I knew my body's condition was going to be worse by the next few days, but my next martial arts training was only in three days. By then, the bruises I probably had because of Lexa would have stopped hurting and started to disappear.

"So, Clarke. I did martial arts once and I knew you would have needed a ride to get back home. Here I am, amazing best friend, saving your very nice ass from walking like you just had really hard sex." Octavia said with a grin on her face. Raven burst into laughter and I looked at them, slightly shaking my head. I couldn't resist to smile, though. Those two were my favourite people in the world, always knowing when to cheer me up and make me laugh.

"Ohhh, I can already guess that someone is going to be grumpy tomorrow." Raven continued, looking at Octavia with a smile. "I wonder if she'll be able to even walk."

"I'll be able to kick your ass anytime, Raven." I answered, raising a brow.

"It wouldn't be fair to kick a disabled's girl ass, right O.?" The new other roommate asked to Octavia, who started the car. Raven ended up with a screwed leg after she had been running into her foster father's garage. She always had a thing for every mechanical devices. The accident happened so fast, a car lift fell on her spine when she was trying to catch her ball under it. She was 13 years old then and she had to go through a lot after that. I recently learned that my mom was helped her with the rehabilitation. Doctors thought Raven wouldn't even be able to use both legs, but she worked hard to regain half of her mobility. One of her leg had been severely injured and she tried to regain its use and sensations, but she couldn't do anything. But without this accident, Raven wouldn't be our Raven.

Octavia chuckled and nudge her in her ribs. "You're right, but Clarke isn't that strong, you know." She said, looking in her mirror to see my reaction. I pulled my tongue out to make a grimace.

"Clarke is here and can perfectly hear you, dumbass." I said to her as she parked the car into our parking spot. As soon as the car stopped, I took my gym bag and stepped outside with a grimace on my face. "I should have taken volleyball lessons instead." I muttered to myself.

Raven heard it and smirked. "Yeah… because you'd rather play with big rounds balls?" She brought her hands in the air and made a squeezing movement. This girl really had a dirty mind all the time.

"Oh, come on." Started Octavia, pulling down Raven's hand. "I know you wouldn't miss an occasion to make sexual references, but think about it. She has to get closer to someone, one on top of each other, trying to get the other into submission." My best friend raised a brow and Raven nodded.

"Hmm… yes. I can definitely think about it." Raven answered, bringing a hand to her chin. "I can totally picture Clarke attempting miserably to get a hold of someone."

"And put them into submission." Octavia added with a smile to her ears.

"You know I'm also learning to kick and punch." I added, throwing gentle punches to their shoulders. Both faked being in intense pain and we started laughing together, getting inside our apartment.

I really like to live with these two. Octavia was like the sister I never had: I've known her long enough to know everything about her and even when she was at her worse, I would always be there for her. And Raven, she was a friend of Octavia and I from high school. We always knew her but never really talked to her before sophomore year. But since then, they were almost inseparable.

I finally got to take a shower and I felt like every effort in made in my first mixed martial arts training was worth it. I cleaned myself under hot water. Feeling my skin burning from the water temperature was better than feeling every muscles aching – even muscles I didn't know existed. I immediately go to bed after that and when my face touched my pillow, I fell asleep right away.

The next day was way more painful than I expected. I regretted the moment I opened my eyes because even blinking was hard. Damn. That girl wrecked me – though, I was pretty sure the warm up session had a small part in it too. My lower back was racked.

I walked to the kitchen to discover that someone already made coffee. Raven was at the table with a big opened book in her hands and she was looking at me with her usual smirk. I simply nodded at her.

"Have you had a fight with your pillows? Cause they won." She greeted me.

"Raven." I just said, tilting my head to the side. "Shhhh."

"Don't you dare shush me, Clarke!"

"Just… keep quiet. I have a class in an hour."

"DID SOMEONE SAY CLASS?!" Octavia jumped in the kitchen with her finished bowl of cereals. I always had been a bit jealous of her at some point: my best friend always had all this energy the morning and she always looked great even after being partying and puking all night. My younger self thought it was sorcery. "Oh. God. Clarke you looked like you've been hit ten times by a bus." The brunette said, looking at her with wide eyes.

Octavia had that thing where she always needed everything perfect and well looking. It was annoying but it made her realized a few times that she couldn't get out of the apartment to do groceries shopping while still in pyjamas. Octavia was like the fashion police.

"I'm going back to my room." I muttered, leaving them to go inside my room. It was messy, but I was used to it. Actually, it was even a bit cleaner, because I could see my floor under the mass of clothes on the ground.

I heard my phone ringing and I took it. It was my mother and she obviously wants to chat about my first training with Gustus. I picked up the phone and said: "Hi mom. Before you ask me anything, I must say that every muscles in my body is aching and I am terribly mad at you for not signing me up for volleyball."

"Good morning to you too, honey." I heard my mother say with amusement in her voice. Her tone changed quickly, though. "You know why I chose this for you. I'd be better if you know how to defend yourself."

I had trouble swallowing. I knew what she meant by that, she was talking, of course, about my ex-boyfriend Finn. Ex-boyfriend for countless reasons, but particularly one that pushed my mother to sign me up for that sport. "I understand." I muttered, then taking few sips of coffee. I was trying to talk like I didn't care, I was over what he did to me, but I really wasn't. The most profound scars are not the ones we can see.

"Okay. Now, talk to me about that first training." She asked me. "How was it? Did you make any friends?"

"Uh, training was really hard." I answered. "I've been doing sports all my life, but after what they made me do, I think I am out of shape. And I haven't really been able to talk to anyone but the girl I was paired with. Her name is Lexa, she's a really good fighter. She fought Gustus during the break and almost win."

"She fought your six foot tall instructor, the one with the beard and tribal tattoos?"

"There's only one instructor, mom." I reminded her.

"He told me he had an assistant to help him, sometimes." She continued. "Anyways, it's good you talked to someone."

"There was almost no talk… most of the time, I was on my butt because, oh, my, god, she's so strong and I feel like a dumbass compared to her. I don't even get some movements right and she looks at me like I'm twelve years old and don't understand anything she says."

"Don't worry Clarke, you'll get to know people and get used to the routine. Just give it time, okay?"

"Sure, mom…" I sighed. "You already paid for it, I would feel like the worse daughter ever if I don't make any effort at all."

"Thank you, sweetie." She told me and knew she was smiling. My mom and I got closer after my father's death and, in this moment, I felt like she was finally letting herself be happy.

But I had to get going, or I would be late for class and I was pretty sure my mother wouldn't tolerate her daughter to be late at her important college classes. "Hey, I'm sorry, I have class in like, oh… shit, 45 minutes! Gotta go! Love you!"

I barely heard her answer 'Love you too' before hanging up. I changed myself into jeans and a t-shirt and took my schoolbag to put my textbook in it.

I opened my room's door and almost spit out the coffee I was drinking. My two best friends were standing there, a smile on their faces. "What the fuck." I said, making my way between them to the kitchen. I chugged my almost cold drink and looked at them.

"So." Octavia looked at me and winked. "You were training with that… Lexa, right, Raven?"

"Yeah, you said she was a pretty good fighter. I wonder, Clarke, is she pretty hot too?" The other girl asked me.

"This isn't a good time, I'm going to be –"

"You know, you always do that thing when you think someone's hot. You just, like, avoid bringing up the conversation and go in an absolute denial phase." Octavia explained with a smirk.

"Aww Clarke, are you blushing?!" Raven continued while pinching my cheek.

"No, I'm entering an absolute "I-will-kill-you-if-you-guys-don't-get-out-of-my-way-phase" right now!" I said, going to our apartment's entrance to put my boots on. "I'll be back after four." I was already closing the door and leaving them.