Clarke slams her locker shut, and turns around to face Bellamy. "I have to go to Kane's office," Bellamy raises an eyebrow, "What did you do?" Clarke smiles up at Bellamy, "Nothing, my mom and the history teacher want me to get tutoring."
They start walking towards the main hall, "That's probably for the best, you suck at history." Clarke punches Bellamy in the shoulder, "Shut it." Clarke knows that he's right though, if she doesn't get a sufficient grade on her next test, she'll fail history.
When they're in front of Kane's office, Clarke feels a pat on her back, she turns around to face Raven, who's grinning like an idiot. "Ready to go?" Clarke shakes her head, "She has to go to Kane's office," Bellamy smirks.
"Oh I see, the princess is in trouble again is she?" Clarke rolls her eyes and knocks on Kane's door. A voice from inside calls "Just a minute."
Clarke leans against the wall next to the door, and her eyes fall on a group of juniors. She knows them, she has classes with them. They're all dressed in dark shades, some have tattoos on their arms, some have their hair dyed in bright colours. But there's one of them that always catches Clarke's attention.
She has her hair pulled back in a long braid, she's wearing black pants and a slightly lighter coloured open flannel. But still black. Clarke doesn't like her, not at all. She thinks she's so cool, like she doesn't have to pay attention to anything. But the thing Clarke hates the most, is how she always stands completely upright, back straight, looking as if she's superior. And then the fucking nosering.
"Clarke," Raven is snapping her fingers in front of Clarke's face. "Stop staring at the punky losers, Kane's ready for you." Clarke pushes a smirking Raven aside and marches into Kane's office.
"Clarke, have a seat," Clarke sits down in one of the wooden chairs in front of Kane's desk. Kane smiles at her like he's trying to be some kind of cool teacher. Clarke knows he's not, the smile doesn't work.
"I found a wonderful tutor for you, she's an exceptional history student, I have gotten countless of recommendations from teachers from several subjects. You'll love her." Clarke lets him talk, she's used to this, the boasting, the optimism. She doesn't believe him. "So where is this wonderful tutor, mr Kane?" If Kane hears her disrespectful tone, he doesn't let it show.
Kane gets up and motions towards the door, probably through the window, Clarke doesn't turn around to see. She doesn't care. Not at all. But then the door opens and she gets curious. So she turns around, which doesn't mean that she cares, because she doesn't.
Her heart sinks, it's the girl. She's going to hate this even more than she originally thought. The girl nods at Clarke, but Clarke ignores it. Maybe if she ignores her, she'll go away.
The girl walks over to the chair next to Clarke, and leans on the backrest. "What is she," Clarke thinks, "too good for a chair?" The girl doesn't say anything, and Kane sits back down in his deskchair.
"Right, Clarke, this is Alexandra Nash," He says, gesturing at the girls, as if there were more people in the room. "It's Lexa, actually," The girl corrects him and Clarke rolls her eyes, ofcourse it is.
Kane smiles politely and asks, "Can I call you Alexandra?" Lexa is silent for a minute, then without changing her facial expression, shrugs and replies, "My father calls me Alexandra." Kane shifts in his chair and turns his attention towards Clarke.
"I suppose you can work out the logistics on your own?" Lexa hums and Clarke nods. "I have a bus to catch," Lexa states, turns on her heel and walks out of the office in a way Clarke can only discribe as strutting.
"I have to get going aswell," Clarke gets up and turns around at the dooropening, "Thank you, mr Kane," Kane smiles at her, and Clarke walks out of the office. She's not happy with her tutor at all, but that doesn't mean that her mother hasn't raised her well.
Raven and Bellamy aren't waiting outside the office, Clarke checks her phone and there's a text from Raven: "We're outside, hurry up Griffin" Clarke makes her way outside, just in time to see Lexa skating in the direction of the busstop. Clarke huffs as she walks up to Raven.
"I'm going to beat your ass, Blake" Raven exclaims, before pulling Clarke toward Bellamy's car. Bellamy and Monty are the only ones of the group who have a car, so they're usually the ones stuck with driving them around, and having to stay sober while the rest gets drunk.
Clarke gets in the backseat with Raven and Octavia, while Jasper and Monty get in Monty's car. "There's no way in hell you're going to beat me, Reyes," Raven just smirks knowingly and looks out of the window. Raven always wins, Clarke has tried to beat her countless times, but it's not possible. The only one who ever came close to beating Raven was Jasper.
"So, who's going to be your tutor then?" Raven asks while bumping into Bellamy's kart. "You're going down, Blake!" Raven is seated on the floor, in front of the couch, next to Bellamy. Clarke and Octavia are sprawled out on the couch, while Jasper and Monty are sitting in a corner, playing some game on their 3ds's.
"Lexa Nash. The one with the braid and her little punk gang." Clarke sneers, while poking her toes at Octavia's face. Octavia slaps Clarke's foot away with a grin.
"Yeah, that must be so horrible," Raven mocks while banging her shoulder into Bellamy's, making him lose the race. "You fucking cheater," Bellamy hisses. "It is horrible, she's irritating," Clarke deadpans, and she pokes her toes in Octavia's side.
"Sure, but she's hot," Bellamy grins, "Really hot," Raven joins in, smiling. "I don't care how hot she is," Clarke scoffs, now poking her toes at Octavia's face again. "Cut it out!"
"I'm going to convince my mom that I don't need a tutor." Jasper snorts from the corner, "Good luck with that."
Clarke had spent her entire weekend trying to convince her mom that she doesn't need tutoring. But Abby had been relentless, and now Clarke has to find some other excuse to not get tutoring from Lexa.
She supposes going to Kane and just asking for a different tutor won't go over well. She'd have to explain why she doesn't want Lexa to tutor her, and really, if her friends don't get it, Kane definitely won't get it.
But now it's lunchbreak, and Clarke is just enjoying her sandwich, which she made by herself, and even though Raven always says Clarke can't make food for shit, it tastes pretty good.
She's sitting at the table with Bellamy, Monty and Jasper, but none of them are talking to her. Monty and Jasper are discussing some kind of videogame, and Bellamy is texting a girl, which he'd referred to as "hot soccerplayer" and Clarke had lost interest. She's perfectly happy with just sitting in silence and thinking of ways to get rid of Lexa.
A loud thud shakes Clarke from her thoughts, she looks up to see Raven´s bag on the table in front of her, and Raven looking at her with a smug face.
"Okay, so," She says as she sits down across from Clarke, 'I had physics just now, and there's this dude, and he's hot," Clarke shakes her head, ofcourse Raven first notice somebody in April. 'Raven, it's April, you´ve had class with this dude for months now,"
Raven reaches out and takes a slice of Clarke´s sandwich from her lunchbox, "Sure," she shrugs. "What does he look like, give me details," Raven grins at Clarke, and kicks Bellamy's shin under the table, "Pay attention, this is interesting." Bellamy squints his eyes at Raven, before looking down at his phone again.
"Right, so he has this blond hair, and -" "Excuse me," A voice interrupts Raven and she and Clarke both look up at the source of the disturbance. It's Lexa. She has her hands folded together, and looks like she would want nothing more than to be somewhere else.
"Sorry to disturb you, but I don't have your number, and if you want that tutoring I'm going to need something to work with," Clarke says nothing, she just stares at Lexa, maybe if she doesn't say anything Lexa will go away.
"I'll just give you my number," Lexa tosses a piece of paper in front on the table. Clarke looks passed Lexa, and sees her gang watching from a distance. Ofcourse they are, she thinks, Lexa never goes anywhere without her gang.
She looks back at Lexa, who has her eyes fixated on Clarke, waiting for her to respond, or even acknowledge the fact that Lexa said anything to her. Clarke looks at the paper and picks it up, "Yeah, I'll text you." She grabs the sandwich she had put down, and takes a bite, ignoring Lexa standing next to her.
"Whatever," Lexa says, spins on her heel and walks away, or struts as Clarke calls it. "Okaay, loads of tension there huh?" Clarke shrugs and takes another bite from her sandwich, she definitely doesn't care that she might've pissed Lexa off, or that what she did might be considered as mean by some people. Maybe not mean, but it was definitely rude, Clarke decides she doesn't care.
"Anyway, the teacher calls him Kyle, but everybody else calls him Wick" Raven looks at Clarke smugly, as if she's proud to have found basic information. "I know him," Monty says suddenly, when Raven raises her eyebrow, he adds "We play videogames together, I always beat him."
Raven nods, as if that gives her any sort of information, and Monty goes back to his conversation with Jasper. Clarke finishes her sandwich, she thinks she prefers her mom's sandwiches.
Clarke is staring at Lexa and her gang, for no other purpose than to keep an eye on them, obviously. She redirects her attention to Octavia, who's holding a monologue about her math class.
"Somebody left drawings in my notebook, don't you think that's weird?" Octavia pulls scraps of paper out of her bag. "Look at them, flowers and shit,"
Raven picks up a piece of paper, "Yeah, but really well drawn flowers," Clarke nods and adds "It's pretty cute actually,"
Raven twirls a piece in front of her face, "I think I'll put this one in my locker, it'd look great don't you think?" She smirks at Clarke.
"No, you won't." Octavia snatches the scraps back and puts them in her bag. "Guess you're not the only one who thinks that they're cute, Clarke."
Clarke doesn't respond, she's staring at Lexa again. Observing, she's observing, not staring. Lexa with her stupid perfectly fitting jeans and her stupid face.
"Look at her stupid smug face and her stupid punk friends," Raven snorts, "You sound like a bitter ex-girlfriend," Clarke glares at Raven. Bellamy looks up from his phone, "Haven't you texted her yet?" "No." Clarke says firmly, leaving no room for more questions.
"Right," She gets up from her seat, "I have to get to English,"
Clarke loves English, it's one of her favourite subjects. Unfortunately, not everybody shares her love for the subject, Raven is seated next to her and texting underneath the table. "Don't be fucking rude," Clarke hisses under her breath. Raven shrugs and continues texting.
Clarke huffs, Raven texting during a class she actually cares about is annoying, but not as annoying as Lexa in the back of the class. Everytime the teacher makes a comment on the poems they're reading, Lexa groans or exhales loudly. The worst part is, the teacher does absolutely nothing. "Probably because she gets good grades," Clarke thinks.
The teacher turns around to face the class, "In this paragraph, the author compares -" Clarke doesn't hear the rest of the sentence, because someone in the backrow decided this was a great time to sigh particularly loud. Clarke turns around, just in time to see Lexa rolling her eyes. "Fucking brat," Clarke thinks.
Wednesday morning, Clarke walks into her history class, only to see Lexa sitting on the seat next to hers. There are only three other people in the class, all of whom Clarke doesn't know. Clarke walks up to Lexa, but before she can say anything along the lines of "What the fuck are you doing, you can't sit here." The teacher comes over to her and Lexa.
"Clarke, I thought I would be a good idea to have Lexa sit next to you from now on. Since she's tutoring you. Is that okay?" Clarke is sure that if she says no, she'll disappoint the teacher, who's looking at her with uncertainty of his decision.
"Sure, no problem," Clarke smiles at him and takes the seat next to Lexa. This is just great, now she's stuck next to Lexa for the rest of the year, and it's not like history was one of her favourite subjects to begin with.
There are only 15 minutes of the class left when Lexa turns her head towards Clarke. They had gone almost the entire lesson without saying a word.
"You're going to have to text me a date and a time sometime. You know that right?" Clarke shrugs her shoulders noncommittally and goes back to doodling in her notebook. Lexa sighs and turns her attention back to the blackboard, where the teacher scribbled on the homework at the beginning of the class.
The bell rings, they both gather their stuff, and Lexa gets up. "An adress would be nice too, Clarke." She says, turns around, and marches out of the class. Clarke sighs and continues packing her bag.
"And then she said I had to text her an adress too," Clarke fumes. She just rehashed the entire story to Raven, Octavia and Bellamy, who all listened intently.
"Okay," Octavia starts slowly, "What's the problem exactly?" Clarke sighs and puts her bag on the floor, "The problem is-" "That Clarke's totally into Lexa, but won't admit it." Raven interrupts with a grin.
Before Clarke can deny the fact that she might be into Lexa, Bellamy cuts in, "That's bullshit Raven, Clarke doesn't even like girls." They all fall silent, Bellamy looks so sure of himself, Clarke almost starts laughing.
Octavia clears her throat, "Actually Bell-" Raven puts her hand on Octavia's shoulder, "So what's with the math drawings? You figure that out yet?" She winks at Clarke and Octavia answers her, understanding what Raven is doing.
Clarke is relieved that Raven interrupted Octavia, it's not that she doesn't want Bellamy to know, she just needs to have some time to properly tell Bellamy. She can't just drop a bomb on him like that, she doesn't think it's fair.
"Hey," Bellamy leans against the locker wall, while Clarke gets the books she needs at home. "Hey." She replies, without looking at him.
"So, the thing during lunch, I didn't really get the chance to ask but, are you into girls now?" Clarke puts a book in her bag, and smiles at Bellamy. "I'm bisexual, yes."
"Both, okay," Bellamy shifts, so he's slightly more comfortable. As comfortable as you can be leaning against a wall of high school lockers. "How did you find out?"
Clarke closes her locker and leans against the locker to face Bellamy. "I liked Octavia for a while, and I kissed Raven once when I was drunk, but we decided it was better to just leave that," Clarke explains coolly as if talking about the weather.
"Right, okay, just, don't touch Octavia, you know my rules." Clarke snorts, "Octavia can handle herself perfectly fine, Bell." And walks off. "I'm serious, Griffin," Bellamy replies sternly, following Clarke quickly.