Okay, first off, BIG THANK YOU to swanqueenfordays (My wonderful Homo!) who helped me learn about the American High School system (Seriously guys, the English Schooling system makes so much more sense than the American one, how do you cope!?)
Secondly, if I may: FUCKING TAYLOR SWIFT! You can blame her, and her song 'Fearless' for this monstrosity.
With nothing else (I think...) to say, here we go, have this... thing.
"I miss my uniform." Clarke whined as she slumped further in her once best friends car. Raven chuckled, shaking her head.
"It's not like you won't know anyone. Pretty much your entire school transferred there."
"Doesn't change the fact that I miss my uniform and my school." Clarke huffed, shaking her head.
"And stop talking to me like you're my stepmother, you're barely two years older than me. Just because you and my mom are-" Clarke cut herself off as she felt her stomach roil in complaint at the thought of Raven and her Mother. As it often did.
"Okay fine. Would you rather I talk to you like we were still friends? Because I can do that." Raven offered, which only made Clarke sulk more.
"No. Just... don't talk to me. Drop me at school and I'll get Octavia to drive me home. And tomorrow I'm taking my car back, I don't care if you're in college. It's my car." Raven rolled her eyes good-naturedly, but said nothing more as she continued to drive through the town, towards the larger campus of the other High School. Clarke's school, despite being only just down the road from her house, had shut at the end of the last year. Apparently there wasn't enough students going there, so the funding had been pulled. Which meant while a few had transferred to the private school up on the hill, most had moved over to Polis High.
"Just here's fine." Clarke reached for her bag, about a block from the school, and gripped the handle of the door.
"I can take you right to the door, if you want?"
"Here is fine Raven." Clarke insisted, reaching for the door again. Raven sighed and pulled over to the side of the road, glancing over at Clarke. Raven missed her best friend. She and Clarke had bonded hard, back in Raven's senior year. They'd been inseparable, but once Raven had met Abby, everything had changed and now Clarke could barely look at her without wanting to vomit.
"Are you sure you don't want me to pick you up later, Clarke? It's really no trouble." Raven leant over as Clarke hurried to get out of the car.
"I'm sure. Go away." Clarke demanded, grabbing her hand and slamming the door of her car, hurrying off towards her new school.
Clarke had her plan. She was going to sign up for the soccer team, aim for Captaincy, and apply to get on the Student Council, and if she could, become President, keep her 4.0 grade point average and get her car back from her mothers girlfriend. To Clarke, that last one seemed like the hardest task on her list. Her Mom was pretty insistent that Raven needed the car more than she did, just because Raven was in college now and couldn't afford her own damn car.
Clarke huffed and kicked a can on the sidewalk across the road as she headed towards the large school.
"Hey! Clarke wait up!" Clarke span to see Octavia jogging up the path behind her, hoisting her bag higher, her hair half braided.
"Running late again?" Clarke asked with a chuckle, taking Octavia's bag so she could finish her hair.
"Yeah, and Bellamy stole my car because his engine blew again, but I'm claiming it back this afternoon."
"Good, because you're my ride." Clarke said with a grin. Octavia rolled her eyes, quickly finishing her braid and taking her bag back.
"Didn't think to ask me, huh?"
"My Mom gave Raven my car and I am not riding with her again, so either I get a ride from you or a walk home."
"Tch, that's bullcheese."
"Bullcheese?"
"Yeah... My mom told me to stop swearing so much or she'd stop me from joining the football team. So I got creative."
"Soccer is better anyway."
"Only to Europeans." Clarke bumped against Octavia, nearly sending her sprawling into the bushes.
"Jesus, Clarke, how the hell are you so strong?"
"Soccer."
"Ass."
"I'll tell your mom you swore."
"What are we, five?"
"Sometimes I wonder." Jasper slung his arms around their shoulders with a grin. Octavia huffed, nudging at him.
"Why're you walking, Jas? Doesn't Monty normally give you a lift to school?" Clarke asked with a raised eyebrow, ducking out of his arm hold.
"He does. But he's going to the Private school, up on the hill. I'm just waiting for my conformation letter to there."
"What the hell are you doing going there?" Clarke asked with a defensive frown, stopping and twisting to cross her arms at Jasper, who just shrugged and fixed his goggles.
"It's a better school, I get a uniform back, and Monty's going there." Jasper shrugged.
"Just because you guys are happy to settle at Polis doesn't mean I have to be." He explained, getting an eye roll from Clarke.
"You're dead to me." Clarke grumbled, looping her arm through Ocatvia's.
"Fine, whatever you say." Jasper chuckled, dodging around them and walking backwards towards the gate.
"But while I'm here at Polis, we can still hang out even if I'm dead to you?" He asked hopefully, getting an upturned chin in return from Clarke.
"I'd take that as a no, Jasper." Octavia said with a grin, getting a grunt and a nod of approval from Clarke.
"Fine. Guess I won't share my mom's brownies." That caught Clarke's attention and she narrowed her eyes at him.
"That was a low blow, Jasper! A low blow."
"Yeah well if it worked, I don't care."
Clarke was half an hour early for home room. It was a common thing for her to be early, and she'd deliberately made sure she'd reached school long before it was due to start, just in case she got lost, but she'd found her locker and Home room with no trouble at all. Octavia was still hunting down her locker, and Jasper was in a different Home room, so for now, she was alone.
Pulling out a sketch book, Clarke tied her hair back with one hand, her other routing through her backpack for her pencil case so that she could at least do something to avoid going insane. Glancing round the sparse classroom, Clarke finally settled on the small flower that sat on the teachers desk. It was simple, something she could probably draw with her eyes closed by this point, but it was better than a desk. Selecting a pencil, Clarke glanced at the flower again, before putting lead to paper and beginning to draw.
"Who're you?" The voice made Clarke jump and she frowned deeply at the line that appeared on the page from her movement. She swung her head to confront whoever had caused her to mess up before hesitating. She was beautiful. Clarke had an eye for beauty, and she was pretty much certain that she'd never seen anyone as beautiful as the girl stood in front of her.
"Clarke." She finally managed to get out, quickly shaking her head to clear it and offering her hand out to the other girl.
"Clarke Griffin. And you?"
"Lexa. You're in my seat." Clarke frowned, dropping her hand.
"It's the first day. There are plenty of other seats and I was here first."
"You're clearly new. That's my seat. I've sat there since my first year. Move."
"Make me!" The second the words were out of her mouth, Clarke knew she'd made a mistake. Lexa's blue eyes darkened as she bent, picking up Clarke's bag and grabbing her sketchpad, setting them on the next desk.
"Do I have to pick you up too, or are you going to just move?" Clarke considered it for a moment before relenting and standing, shifting over one desk.
"Better." Lexa dropped her own bag, settling in the seat Clarke had just vacated and lounging in it comfortably. Clarke rolled her eyes and pulled out her eraser, muttering under her breath as she fixed the mistake that had been caused by Lexa's entrance.
"You're a bit of a sore loser, huh?" Clarke looked up again as Lexa spoke and raised an eyebrow at her in question.
"The muttering. It's kinda unbecoming. You're clearly a sore loser. You could have fought me."
"I don't get into fights. And I am not a sore loser." Clarke wanted to protest as Lexa looked her up and down slowly, before tutting and looking away.
"Whatever you say."
Before Clarke could make another rebuttal, the door was filled with Octavia, who looked a little worse for wear, though she was grinning brightly.
"Clarke! There you are!" Clarke sighed softly as Octavia flopped down on her other side, still grinning like an idiot.
"I got the wrong locker. A little bit of hell broke loose before I realised my mistake. All fixed now though. And the guy who's locker it actually was? God, Clarke might as well change my name to fucking melted butter!"
"You're disgusting. And your hair's come undone again."
"Yeah I know. On the hair thing. Wanna introduce me to your new friend?" Octavia leaned around Clarke to wave at Lexa, who gave no reaction.
"Sure. Octavia, this is Lexa. She's a violent hooligan too, you two should get on well." Lexa snorted through her nose.
"More spirit than I gave you credit for, Clarke. If I was really a violent hooligan, that would have been a very stupid remark to make. Lucky for you, I consider myself very refined."
"I think our definitions of refined are very different." Clarke stated, earning herself another eye roll from Lexa.
"Whatever you say."
"Guys... hate to interrupt this little flirting..."
"I was not flirting!"
"Whatever Clarke, shut up! Look, there's the guy." Octavia pointed to the door. Clarke sighed softly as she took in Octavia's new interest. He was tall, she'd give him that, and well muscled. But kinda looked like there wasn't much going on in the brain department.
"Yes, very nice Octavia." Clarke turned her attention back to her sketchpad with a sigh. She had a distinct feeling that this guy would be all she heard about for the next few months as Octavia worked him out of her system.
"His name's Lincoln. In case you were wondering." Lexa said, which gained a happy sigh from Octavia.
"Lincoln."
"Did you have to encourage her?" Clarke asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Don't you want your friend to be happy?"
"Of course but not... I just... god I've known you for five minutes and you're already so annoying!" Lexa just smirked, shifting to sit up a little straighter as the teacher finally arrived, just before the bell rang. Clarke closed her sketchpad and sat up to listen, resisting the need to kick Octavia, who was staring at Lincoln like a lovestruck puppy.
"Ah, right, yes. Hello all, welcome back, to those of you that have been here before, and for those of you who are new, I'm Mr Jaha. It's lovely to have you all here, and all on time that I can see, always a plus." Clarke listened intently to his rambling, chewing on her bottom lip as he listed Home room Rules and the expectations of the school for them, along with information about try-outs and auditions for various clubs. Soccer was to take place at Lunch and they had kit avaliable for anyone who came unprepared. Wonderful, so no lunch, but she'd get to Try out, which was on her list.
"One last thing before our time together is up. Student Council President. The Council were elected at the end of last term, but President will be elected at Halloween, giving you two months to run. Is anyone in here interested?" Clarke's hand shot into the air and she quickly glanced around the class, to see if anyone else had shown any interest.
"Well this should be interesting." Clarke glanced to the side to see Lexa with her arm firmly in the air, an arrogant smirk resting on her lips.
"Wonderful! If both of you could see me at some point today and I'll help you fill out your application form to run and get your campaigns underway." Jaha smiled, not really noticing the way the two girls were glaring at each other.
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