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Chapter Two

"You have to go, it is your fist day of school." Clarke placed the backpack on the couch beside her teenage son; he was lounging in his sweats watching re-runs of the Simpsons. They had argued about this last night to no avail.

Zeke huffed in annoyance. "I'm not going. I told you that. Did you not hear me?" He waved his hand. "Move! You're blocking the tv."

Clarke did not move but she did feel the weakness flow through her, Zeke had the power to take away any confidence she felt, much like his father had been able to do. It scared her, the thought of comparing Zeke to his father. The teenager however did have a sweet side, and fifty percent of the time was rather tolerable, however that was usually only when Ontari was causing her grief. "You have to go to school." She reiterated. "And do not get suspended on your first day. Make an effort."

"I'm not going."

"This is not a debate, get dressed. Ontari, Maddie; are you ready?" Clarke called up the stairs, slightly surprised when she heard Zeke's footsteps behind her.

"Why did we have to move here? New York was great. It was home!"

"You know why!" Clarke spun around, anger clouding her eyes when she saw him. "Underage." She hissed snatching the smoke from his hand.

Zeke grabbed it back off her. "Who cares. You don't control me, I smoke, get over it."

Clarke glared at him. "This is exactly why we moved to Arkadia. New York had to many bad influences."

"Why are you yelling at this ungodly hour?!" Ontari demanded to know as she entered the room. "Oh, can I have..."

"No!" Clarke shouted, snatching the smokes from Zeke's hand.

"No fun." Ontari glared, reaching across the kitchen bench for an apple.

"Sorry for caring about your health." Clarke snapped. "Just get ready, walk Maddie to school and try to enjoy this fresh start. Ontari, remember you have that community service thing at The Dropship, at 4pm. Do not be late."

"Ew, no thanks."

"Do you want to end up in jail? This isn't a choice."

"I just..."

"Enough. Enough smoking. Enough back chatting. Enough whining. Just please get ready." Clarke closed her eyes to keep herself from breaking down in front of them, she wondered why they felt it necessary to drive her to the brink of insanity.

"Mommy, you can go to work. Tari and Zee will take me to school, promise." Maddie appeared beside Clarke, with her work bag, grabbing her mothers hand she pulled her towards the front door. "Go!"

...

Zeke sat at the back of the classroom, slumped down hidden behind his textbook, his phone in hand. This was the last place he wanted to be, in a classroom, at a new school with a label as the new kid. If he was 8 like Maddie, it would be easier to make friends and fit in but at 16, well, there is already to many cliques.
He almost let out a groan when a kid slipped into the chair beside his, the reason he'd seated himself at the back of the class was so he didn't have to deal with anyone.

"You're the new kid right?"

"Apparently." Zeke replied in a short tone, he knew that if he was short with people in the beginning then they usually left him alone.

"I guess you've got that question quiet a bit. You should put the phone away, we aren't allowed them in class."

He didn't even bother with a reply, just pulled up Ontari's name in messenger. For once he cared about where the hell she was, he would be avoiding all these unpleasant interactions with other kids if she was in the seat beside him.

'Where are you?'

He wondered if he really needed to send that message, she was probably at home ditching the class.

"You got a name?"

Zeke rolled his eyes, damn the kid was persistent. "Doesn't everyone."

"Move Finn, your in my seat."

"It isn't your seat, Murphy."

"I said, move."

Zeke looked up at the tone of voice, it was a clear warning on this other kids part. He found himself slightly relieved, yet surprised when the other kid Finn moved. He tried not to pay to much attention when the other kid Murphy dropped into the chair beside his, pulling out his textbook and phone.

"New kid." Murphy acknowledged, as he leaned forward and kicked the chair of the boy sitting in front of their table. "Oi, did you see the list? Wells made the team."

Zeke watched the other kids face form into that of disgust.

"I am not playing with him, he's got to go." He briefly eyed the new kid. "Uh, we'll talk about it later?"

Zeke rolled his eyes. "You may not know me but I'm not about to tattle on you, this isn't 1st grade."

"Names Jasper."

Zeke nodded in his direction. "Zeke."

"Murphy." Murphy chimed in, before focusing his attention back on Jasper. "So plan?"

"We could plant some steroids in his gym locker, coach will boot him from the team."

Zeke raised his eyebrow at that, these seemed like his type of people, after all that was something he would do.

"Alright, we'll have to see if Raven get her hands on what we need." Murphy turned in his seat slightly. "So, what's your deal?"

"What do you mean?" Zeke replied stiffly.

"He means, no one just decides to move to Arkadia, so why are you here?"

"Oh, it's my adoptive mothers home town. She decided it would be a good idea to move here after my sister," He spoke the term with distaste. "Was arrested." He immediately reached up to grab the back of his head. "Ow!"

"You deserved it. Don't tell people about my life, asshole." Ontari spoke bitterly as she walked away and plopped down into a chair.

Murphy whistled lowly. "That's your sister?"

Zeke knew that look, he had seen it in many boys before Murphy and each one had never ended well. "That's Ontari."

...

"I am sorry about this, Miss Griffin, I know this wasn't part of the job description."

Clarke gave a tight smile. "Things happen, and I'm happy to help."

"Good, I'm glad to hear that. We've had some major staffing issues these past few years." She stopped in front of the History classroom. "The lesson plan is all laid out, all you need to do is follow it. I'll contact the department and let them know about our situation."

Clarke nodded, of all the ways she expected her first day to go, this was not it. She wasn't even completely certain it was legal for her to be in this position, she wasn't a teacher, she was a guidance counsellor. Though she had a sneaky suspicion that what happened within the walls of this school was not always how it should be. "No problem. Any last words of advice." She saw the Headmistresses slightly nervous look. "Are you about tell me half my class is axe murders?" She teased.

The Headmistress laughed slightly. "No. No. Nothing that bad. Just keep an eye on Octavia and Raven, they can be a handful at times. Please send them to me if you have any issues."

Clarke frowned, she wondered if that happened often. If other teachers sent the girls to her so that they wouldn't need to deal with their own students. "Sure thing." The bell sounded through the halls and Clarke took a deep breath.

"Good luck, Clarke."

"Thank-you, Lexa." Clarke watched the Headmistress leave before she placed her hand on the doorhandle and proceeded to enter the classroom.

"You are not Miss Gaia."

Clarke looked at the boy in the front row who had immediately voiced her presence causing the whole class to look up. "I am not." She placed her things down on the desk. "I am actually your new guidance counsellor, however, it appears I'm your history teacher for today. I'm Miss Clarke." She did find it a little weird how this school did not refer to teachers using their last name.

"Is that legal?"

Clarke glanced at the back of the class where a two girls were slouched in their chairs, she gathered from the look that it was the girl with brown eyes. "Yes." Though Clarke knew it was most likely not. "Now, could you please take out your history books?"

"What happened to Miss Gaia?"

Clarke turned to the boy in front. "You are?"

"Kyle Wick."

"Right, Kyle. I believe she has decided to take a few weeks holiday at short notice."

"Typical, she was a flake."

"She probably took the holiday because of you, Octavia."

"Oh shut up Wick, she probably left because you were low key in love with her."

Clarke watched the scene, the boy turning bright red at the statement. "That's enough." She took note that the girl with green eyes was Octavia, one of the students Lexa had said to be wary of. "Textbooks please."

...

Raven glanced over at Octavia as the new teacher instructed them on how the lesson would run. "A new teacher to break in."

Octavia smiled slyly. "Hmm, at least this one we know. Her daughters already been arrested twice."

Raven raised her eyebrow. "You went snooping in Bell's stuff."

"He left the file out." Octavia spoke as if it was nothing. "Linc said Lexa would cover for us today if we got ourselves sent to her office but I think I want to see how this plays out."

"Ladies, are you paying attention?"

Raven plastered on a fake smile, turning in the direction of Clarke. "Of course, Miss."

Clarke wandered over to their desk, away from the student she had been helping. "You are?"

"Raven Reyes."

"Octavia Blake."

Raven almost snickered as Octavia sounded her last name in a knowing way, and she could see the recognition flicking in Clarke's eyes.

"I suppose you are related to Bellamy Blake." The hesitance in Clarke's eyes told them that she wasn't ready for the information on her daughter to be released. After all why would a school like theirs employ a counsellor who couldn't even keep their own child out of trouble.

"You mean the guy your criminal daughter is doing community service with. Oh yes, definitely." Octavia smiled innocently as if she had said nothing wrong. "It's going to be so fun having you teach our class, Miss Clarke, we are going to get along famously."

...

"You're seriously taking on a community service kid, don't you have enough going on?"

Bellamy glanced over at Nathan Miller, his best-friend since he'd moved to Arkadia. "Your dad called, said he needed a place for this kid, I could hardly say no."

Miller snorted. "It's not that he needs a place for her, he could have her picking up rubbish at a park. He thinks you'll make a difference. You know, Bellamy Blake best fath…"

Bellamy chucked the towel he was holding at his friends head. "I am not the best father this town has, I just run a tight household, that's all." He picked up the cushions, throwing them back onto the couch. The Dropship wasn't his main job, it was a side project he had. A place for the kids of the town to come and hang out, it was a place for everyone to feel safe and included. Something he had never had growing up.

"Alright, whatever you say." Miller sat down on the arm of the couch. "I heard you're heading out of town this weekend."

"I'm undecided."

"Dude, this will be the fourth weekend out of six that you've been away." He watched Bellamy grimace as the statistics were aired out. "Everything going alright?"

"Fine. Just work."

Nathan raised his eyebrow. "We work together, Blake. This isn't work. Is everything okay? Is it the girls?"

Bellamy sighed, rubbing a hand through his hair. "You're right, it isn't work but I don't want to talk about it." He hated the thought of off loading his problems onto his friends, this wasn't Nathan's burden to carry, it was his.

"Bellamy, seriously man, if something is going on you can talk to me. Is everything alright with the girls? Raven's dad giving you trouble?" Nathan knew the moment the question left his lips that he shouldn't have asked it. Vince was not a topic many people willingly broached with Bellamy.

"He's not her dad." Bellamy growled, and Nathan immediately gave him an apologetic look. "Vince isn't the issue. It's Aurora."

"Your mom?"

Bellamy rolled his eyes, sinking down onto the stool. "She got out of rehab, again..."

Nathan shook his head, Aurora Blake would forever be Bellamy's downfall. "You've been visiting her."

"I've been helping her get set up."

"And lying to Octavia about it." Nathan hit the nail right on the head.

"I'm protecting her. She doesn't need to know Aurora is out again, not after last time. I made that mistake once."

Nathan merely raised his eyebrow, as if he was questioning Bellamy's sanity. "And now you are making another mistake. Look, man, I'm not going to tell you how to parent but Octavia is a smart girl and she'll eventually find out."

Bellamy was about to respond when the door to the Dropship opened and in walked a teenage girl, a sullen look on her face. "You must be Ontari…"

Ontari dropped her bag on the floor. "Look I don't want to be here. You can talk all you want but I am not going to listen. So give me something to do, and it better not be manual labour and then stay away from me."

Nathan hid a chuckle behind his hand, fake coughing instead. Bellamy was going to have his hands full with this one.

Thoughts?