Clexa College AU (part 1: The Debt)

"Mmmmm!" I inhaled the sweet smell of the delicious feast before me, well a feast packed into one mouth-watering sandwich. I raised the tray with the plate containing the sandwich up to eye level. I looked at the proud creation of the kitchen employees, one in particular that I bribed to make my feast-sandwich for me. She owed me one, and this was the perfect favor to pull.

The hands on my shoulder snapped me out of my admiration of the great sandwich. Jasper urged me forward and led me toward our table. I looked up at him and with wide eyes and a grin and he looked down at me and furrowed his brow.

"Don't give me that look you just gave your sandwich Clarke. I feel like you're gonna eat me after you finish that. Or if Raven somehow screwed up the order, and God forbid put something in there not to your liking, that your stomach will still need something to fill it." His voice got low and his one eye widened.

"Pfft, for your sake let's hope this sandwich IS to my liking." I gave him a broad smile again and wiggled my eyebrows. He chuckled but his face was serious again the next second, raising his eyebrow at me again.

I could always give him the creeps even though the tip of my head barely reaches his chin and body size-wise, I had a little more meat on my bones. Jasper makes for a really enjoyable teasing target. I looked back at the splendid sight of my feast-sandwich and I try to not to just wolf it down right then and there. That's not very lady-like, but then who gives a shit. Who wants to be a "lady" anyway? Besides we were nearing our table already and Jasper called out to Monty, eyes glued to his laptop with books and a couple of notebooks scattered around him, no doubt catching up on homework or hacking into something somewhere. Just regular Monty stuff.

"Yo, Monty!" Jasper called again to catch his best friend's attention. When he failed to pry Monty's eyes from his laptop screen, he pushed past me to go ahead to the table. His shoulders hit mine and in turn I jerked my arm sideways. My sandwich! The plate slid to the edge of the tray and just before it could have completely flown off, I raised the tray to stop the motion. Whooh! Nice save if I do say so myself.

"Shit! Jasper!" I shouted at his back. He turned to me and held up his hands. "Oooh, sorry Clarke!" He chuckled and turned again, toward our table.

Jerk. I composed myself and let out a long sigh. That was close, too close. I repositioned the plate to the center of the tray, where it was safe. I took my step forward to the two boys, now laughing at me for going so slow. I didn't care. If someone else actually knocked off the plate with my precious still on it, might as well stab my heart right then and there.

Slowly but surely, I reached the table with the two laughing idiots. I narrowed my eyes at Jasper and gave him my sandwich stare. He stopped laughing and nudged Monty's side. He stopped laughing too and cleared his throat. Nothing like implied cannibalism to get them to stop. I chuckled and just one step away from the table, I leaned down to set my tray down when I felt something bump into me.

CRASH!

The plate broke when it hit the floor and I couldn't help dropping the tray. My jaw dropped open when I saw bread, egg, lettuce, ham and tomatoes scattered on the floor, along with the broken pieces of the plate. My body felt heavy and I kneeled down on the floor. I fought back tears and ignored the rumbling of my stomach, mourning the loss of what was supposed to be my first meal in two days.

I ran my hands over the remains of what used to be my feast-sandwich. The ketchup smeared on the floor and on the rest of the sandwich remains looked to me like a murder scene. In a sense it was, someone killed my sandwich and I was gonna make them pay – or at least for another sandwich.

I willed myself to stand up, in honor of my feast-sandwich – may it rest in peace. I turned around with all my strength and faced the perpetrator for this tragic crime.

"I'm sorry!" She said. The first thing I noticed were her green eyes. Then I saw her mouth, still and agape for a second then moving to speak words of apology again and again. She held up her hands and reached for my shoulder.

"Are you okay? Did you cut yourself?" Her hands travelled down to mine and I didn't realize they were balled into fists until she tried to pry them open. She checked my palms for injuries and gasped.

"Oh my god! You're hurt…" I tore my eyes away from her down to my open hands. I almost laughed.

"Oh," she chuckled a little, "it's just ketchup." She smiled at me, her eyes seemed to twinkle and I let myself stare for a second…okay maybe a little longer. When she didn't let go, I immediately drew my hands back from hers. I bit down the hunger and looked at her and narrowed my eyes. She furrowed her brow and frowned.

"I'm sorry, I really am…" she apologized again. I followed her eyes and she looked past me down to the murder scene behind me.

She hissed like she was the one hurt, her green eyes looked directly into mine and she bit her lip. I swallowed the lump in my throat I didn't know I had and straightened myself. Think biting your lip all sexy like that with those puppy dog eyes gonna make— wait what? Since when did I think she was sexy? She murdered my feast-sandwich! Jesus Clarke! Can't you think straight for once? Revenge, think revenge!

When she met my eyes again, I narrowed my eyes at her looked around. There was some people staring at us, wide-eyed and waiting for what will happen next. I looked to my left and Jasper and Monty were standing from their seats, with the same look a few others around me and the sandwich murderer had.

I reached for one of Monty's notebooks on the table and ripped a small piece of paper from the corner of a page. I grabbed a pen next to the laptop and wrote something on the piece of paper.

"Here." I pushed the small piece of paper in murderer girl's face. "That's the only break I have in-between classes tomorrow."

"Oh…okay." She stepped back a little and took the small piece of paper in my hand. When her fingers accidentally touched mine, I let go of the paper and drew back my hand. Revenge Clarke, remember.

She looked from side to side at her friends-accomplices to the crime- who were just as bewildered as her. "I…uh, I don't really…"

I raised my eyebrow at her. "I'll be there," she said quickly. "You better be…" I huffed.

"You owe me a sandwich."