Note: Yay! I'm back! I didn't get the chance to thank everyone for all these beautiful comments on my last Fanfic "Fall", but if any of you read this new story, this is for you: Thank you so, so much! It means a lot to me that Fall was so incredibly well received. (especially silentstruggle55, your last review had me tear up a bit. So beautiful, thank you so much)
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Clarke was mindlessly tapping her pen, a hopeless attempt to kill her boredom. It was the second period of the day, the first day of college after the summer break, and honestly, she was ready for another summer break again.
She huffed and checked her watch; Four minutes down, eighty–six minutes left to go. Oh how she hated the Ancient Greek History class. Not that it was boring, the stories and theories themselves, but Clarke didn't find them particularly entertaining either. It didn't help that the professor, Mr. Titus Brown, had one of the most monotone ways to speak in history. Pun intended. Clarke thought and rolled her eyes. She checked her watch again. Six minutes down, eighty–four minutes left to… Just as she was about to doze off, there was a knock on the door and the lecture hall fell quiet. Mr. Brown put down his glasses, obviously not pleased of an interruption, and turned to the door, which opened a second later and a girl hesitantly entered the room, glancing at the professor, but when he remained silent, she quickly dropped her head and headed to one of the empty seats in the front rows. With a long sigh, Mr. Brown set his glasses back in place and continued his lecture.
To say Clarke was interested in the girl whom she had never seen before, was an overstatement. But then again, she was ten minutes into a class that she just couldn't bring herself to like, so the new girl gave her just the distraction she had been so desperately wishing for.
She slightly leaned to the side to get a better look of the new girl, and couldn't help but feel a bit envious of the girl's long brown wavy hair, tied up in a ponytail. All in all, from what Clarke could see from her seat in the back of the lecture hall, the new girl seemed to have a casual clothing style. Blue flannel, and from what she remembered when the girl entered, she was wearing dark grey skinny jeans and black converse high tops.
Clarke kept studying the girl throughout the lecture, trying to catch anything that seemed out of place or peaked her interest, but the brunette didn't really move, apart from quickly taking notes of whatever the professor said. An hour later, Clarke shook her head and drew her attention back to Mr. Brown who was enthusiastically, or as enthusiastically as he could get, explaining the political systems of Ancient Athens. Clarke sighed. This was going to be a long year.
Clarke flicked the stub of her cigarette away and checked her schedule. What the hell was she thinking when she decided to take political science; Just another class that she was sure she would never need in her life.
When she entered the lecture hall, she was surprised to see the new girl sitting in the second row in the front. On second thought, she wasn't surprised, since the girl had been taking notes in their History class, which was a definite sign that she was interested in the subject, and political science wasn't too far away. Clarke shook her head and made her way to her usual seat in the back, where her friends were already waiting.
"God Clarke, you look like shit."
"Thanks Raven. I'm glad you didn't lose your talent of flattering people over the summer break. Hey O."
Octavia, the short brunette next to a grinning Raven nodded quickly and shot Clarke a wide smile. The group fell silent, mindlessly scrolling through their phones, until Clarke spoke again.
"Did you see the new girl?"
"Hm?" Raven raised her head, lazily scanning the room.
"The new girl. There, the flannel ponytail in the front row." Clarke said as she pointed to the brunette.
"Nah."
Raven directed her attention back to her phone, leaving Clarke rolling her eyes. "Well thanks for that conversation, Rae."
"Welcome."
Several minutes later, Mr. Kane entered the hall and threw his bag on the ground. Clarke liked him. He seemed nice, he was one of the cool professors but not in the I have to play the cool kid so my students like me–way, he was just a laid–back guy, and Clarke immediately felt less miserable about the new year, looking forward to Mr. Kane's lectures that were usually filled with bad and not so bad jokes.
"Howdy y'all!" Kane winced. "Sorry, that was horrible. But welcome back to another year at Polis, I'm glad to see a lot of familiar faces, which means you passed last year's exams. Great, I'm proud." Some students chuckled.
"I'm glad as well to see some new heads here," he looked encouragingly at the new girl. Clarke noticed her slightly sliding down in her seat, and Kane seemed to sense her unease, "so if you're alright with it, I'd like to skip any humiliating introduction in front of everybody."
Clarke couldn't see her face but she was sure the new girl shot Kane a thankful smile, because he nodded and smiled back, before he turned to his bag to get his notes out, mumbling something about why he threw it on the ground in the first place, when he had to pick it up again anyway, which made the audience chuckle again.
This class was far more interesting, but Clarke couldn't resist checking the new girl every once in a while, who, as expected, was busy taking notes. Clarke frowned, she hadn't even seen the girl's face when she had entered the room earlier, because the brunette had had her head down. I hope you're pretty, girl, because otherwise I might think you're a huge nerd. Clarke thought to herself, as she drew her gaze away from the girl and went back to scrolling through her Facebook feed.
"Hey babe", Clarke said as she ruffled her boyfriend's dark mane and left a quick kiss on his cheek, earning a few eye rolls from the group at their lunch table.
Bellamy grinned. "Hey princess, can I get a hug, too?"
Clarke laughed. "Oh Bellamy, hey. Didn't see you there. And no, you're not getting a hug. I don't want to keep your hopes up."
Octavia, who was currently snuggled into her boyfriend's side, laughed. "I don't think you have to worry about that anymore, blondie."
Clarke raised her eyebrows and followed Octavia's nod towards a girl that was sitting on the other side of the canteen, and she was barely able to contain a laughter. "Oh Bell. Please tell me you didn't hook up with Echo."
Bellamy blushed and the rest of their friends dropped their heads, trying to hide their grins.
Clarke shook her head and turned back to Octavia. "Oh man. That bad?" The brunette nodded.
"Hey Clarke," Raven chimed in, "isn't that flannel ponytail?"
Clarke looked up to where Raven was pointing and tilted her head to the side. The new girl clutched her meal tray as she scanned the cafeteria with an unsure gaze. She looked beautiful, Clarke thought. High cheekbones, sharp jawline, small nose and plump soft lips.
"Clarke?"
Clarke cleared her throat and quickly looked at Raven, "Yeah that's her."
She couldn't help but let her eyes wander back to the girl, still holding the tray, looking quite lost, and for a moment, Clarke contemplated waving her over to sit with them, but before she could raise her hand, the brunette turned around and left the canteen.
"Clarke!" The blonde felt a sharp elbow poking her ribs and looked at Octavia.
"What!"
"I asked you something."
"Right, yes."
"So what's your answer?"
"Yes."
Octavia raised her eyebrows. "Really?"
"Jesus, O. Yes." Clarke took a sip of her coke, narrowing her eyes at her chuckling friends and a winner–grin sporting Octavia. "What's the question anyway?"
"O wanted to know if you'll come to the party with us on Friday." Lincoln helped her out.
"What party?"
Raven blinked in disbelief. "Clarke. The party."
Clarke frowned. "Oh shit." Raven nodded. "Did I just say yes?" Raven nodded again. "Oh shit."
"Yep."