My stepmom pounding on my bedroom door woke me up the next day,

"Raven! Hurry the heck up or you'll be late for school!"

Ughhhhhhh.

My head was fucking killing me. The pounding on the door hadn't helped at all. Why the shit did I have to drink at all last night?

I rolled out of bed and hit the floor with a thud. I pushed myself onto my feet and headed for the bathroom still clothed fully from last night. I stripped down and showered as quickly as I could.

Looking in the mirror as I attempted to make myself look passable for alive in my own devil may care way, I could see that my eyes were a little bloodshot. 'Good thing I ain't going to a fucking beauty pageant then,' I thought sarcastically.

I threw on a white low cut tank top, some jeans and my usual combat boots. My hair was pulled into its characteristic pony tail.

I made sure I wore my sunglasses to block out the brightness of the sun's rays as I pulled out of the driveway moments later in my red classic pickup. It wasn't one of the nicest cars to be in the school's lot but I was damn proud of it. Picked it up for a steal and fixed it up from scratch myself.

I took pride in that fact and that I'd worked damn hard for it, unlike the rest of these silver spooners with their flashy machinery they likely knew nothing about other than the brand name and the badge on the front.

As I pulled into a free space I could see Clarke across the lot walking into the building nearby and last night's events came flooding back to me. Octavia's fancy house, the drinking games, spin the bottle and then the kiss. I swear my lips tingled when I thought about it specifically and it was likeliest the girliest I've ever felt.

Shit this was going to be awkward.

Quickly rushing into my first class, Art (I swear I can explain!), you guessed it right in that I shared this class with Clarke. The only free seat just happened to be next to her as well.

I am the butt of the universe's latest joke.

Pretty much everyone else in the class was at the party too and judging from some of the looks they sent my way especially by the boys (Typical!), they'd obviously heard where my tongue had been last night.

I snuck a quick peek at Clarke and when she caught this not so subtle attempt I spun back around almost as quickly, knocking my things I'd gotten out as my inner dialogue raged on, right onto the floor.

"Son of a bitch!" I exclaimed as a few chuckles of those closest by could now be heard.

"You must have the foulest mouth of any young lady I've ever taught."

This brilliant insight from the teacher of this class, Mr Wallace. 'Stick around pops you ain't heard or seen nothing yet.' My face flamed with embarrassment though as I hastily gathered up my things. One look from Clarke and I was a hot mess. What was wrong with me?

I was ordinarily terrible at this class but today I was even worse than I normally was. I could swear that I could feel her eyes on me every so often and that made concentrated pretty damn difficult.

When the bell rang signalling the end of the period I was relieved and I hurried out of there without a backward glance. Fortunately in any of the other classes I had before lunch I was able to get a seat further away from Clarke.

Just when I was starting to feel good about how the day was going again it came back in full force as I entered the cafeteria.

The awkwardness that is.

I just grabbed some random food, paid for it and went to join my friends at our usual table. The trouble was, the only seat available was directly opposite Clarke. When Octavia had seen that I had stopped in my tracks, her mischievous grin told me that maybe she'd planned this as part of some joke.

That bitch.

I took my seat as if a drunken lesbian kiss between Clarke and I had not taken place the night before and took a bite out of the apple that was on my tray.

"So when's the wedding you two?" Octavia asked me as she openly acknowledged and embraced the awkwardness.

I slugged her in the arm with a fist, half playfully and half not so much. When I looked over at Clarke she looked down quickly, 'was she blushing?'

"Your line was priceless too Raven…I'll man up and do it," Finn paraphrased in a poor imitation of my voice.

How could that clown keep sitting there and talking to me as if he'd done nothing wrong?

"Well surprise, surprise I actually did Finn and you know what?" I snapped, pausing for effect as I gave him a stern glare, "She's actually a way better kisser than you ever were."

I got up leaving my tray of uneaten food there and grabbed up the apple. I walked over to him and shoved it into his open, gaping mouth,

"How do you like them apples?"

I walked away from my group of friends as they jeered and teased Finn. I realised with a shock that my words were really true though. She was a better kisser than he was but I wasn't sure why I left though. Was it because Finn was being a dick and I didn't want to deal with anymore of his shit?

Or was it because I was embarrassed that my friends' might discover that, that kiss was more than just a random hookup and potentially something more for me?

Thankfully the rest of the day passed without incident or so I thought. I stayed behind to let everyone else get out before I did so there'd be no chance of any further ribbing I might receive for today at least.

Walking out into the lot, I saw that there were only two cars that belonged to students still parked there. One was mine and the other belonged to Clarke. I looked up and cursed the heavens for constantly putting me in situations where I'd run into her.

Judging by her pacing and mild distress, her car clearly wasn't starting. Sighing I walked over to see if I could help out. I watched as her eyes widened in shock and then a look of relief passed over her face as I approached,

"Raven! Thank god you're here! My car won't start and I know nothing about any of this," her hands gesturing wildly to her car, "Can you help me out?"

I took a quick look under the hood of her car and told her to try starting it. I listened intently as it failed to start. I got right in there and played around with a few of the leads and checked levels of various fluids and told her to try again. This time though the sparks ignited and the car started.

"Thanks so much Raven! I don't know what I'd have done without you!"

She flung her arms around me and pulled me in for a quick hug. I stood there stiffly not because I was a jerk but my hands were now a little filthy and likely wouldn't come out of her outfit.

She stepped back and realised what she'd done and looked awkwardly at the ground, her cheeks a little pink. I looked to the side as I answered her,

"You probably would have called in a tow truck and had someone pick you up I guess. Anyway, if there's any other problems you know where to find me."

I started to walk past her and I felt her hand on my arm,

"Do you want to come hang out this afternoon? It'll just be the two of us I swear."

I turned and looked at her seeing her open, honest and warm smile on her face which was making me want to accept. But I felt like I hadn't been myself since after that kiss. I mean, I couldn't really be attracted to her could I? Surely it was just because I was drunkish and hadn't had much "action" as Octavia would say in awhile.

Putting some distance between Clarke and me would straighten things out, no pun intended.

"Oh thanks Clarke, but I've kinda got to do some more work on my car and I promised I'd look at the neighbour's car too."

She looked disappointed and I instantly felt bad as the guilt twisted in my stomach.

"Oh ok…maybe another time then," she replied lamely as I watched her then get in her car and speed away with a small wave and smile in my direction.

Was the princess of Ark High possibly interested in a lowly mechanic like me?

A/N:

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