Second day of college year two. And Clarke was tired. She was tired of everything. She was tired of getting up early, she was tired of her biology professor whose name she had forgotten, she was tired of her friends that kept teasing her with the party she had agreed on going to, she was tired of her mom, she was tired of the birds chirping outside, annoying the hell out of her.
"What am I doing here." Clarke groaned and checked her watch.
"Miss Griffin? Do you have a question?" Clarke raised her head and looked at her professor expectantly looking back at her, just as half of the students in the lecture hall.
"No, sorry. Go ahead, Ma'am." She said in a slightly too friendly tone, before she shifted her focus back to her phone again.
Clarke (8:42am): Someone help me.
Raven (8:43am): what's wrong, crybaby? afraid of the partaayy?
Clarke (8:43am): Afraid of dying from boredom.
Raven (8:44am): loser. guess who's in my astronomy class tho
Clarke (8:46am): I despise guessing games.
Raven (8:47am): as you wish, princess
And she was tired of good–mood–Raven. And her guessing games. Clarke sighed, pressed the power button and put her phone away, ready to pay full attention to what her professor was trying to teach them, but eventually, curiosity got the better of her, and she opened the chat again.
Clarke (8:59am): Okay Rae, you won. Who's in your astronomy class?
Raven (9:00am): flannel ponytail!
Clarke (9:00am): Cool.
Clarke pretended to be indifferent about it. At least, she tried. She really did, but not hard enough, as she realized. Also, she would be lying if she said hadn't been somewhat disappointed to see that she didn't share the biology class with her.
And although the brunette was new and she didn't even know her name, Clarke couldn't deny that she actually wanted to know who the girl was. So Clarke decided to get the girl's name.
When she entered the lecture hall, Clarke was barely able to contain an amused snort. Of course flannel ponytail would sit in advanced mathematics. She was a nerd, Clarke had figured out that much already. It was one of the seminars she had to take because it was part of the science program, of which Clarke still didn't know why she had chosen it, but what she did know was that she hated maths. Just as she was about to start her journey towards the back of the hall, a previous thought crossed her mind. She wanted to get the girl's name, and that was her chance, so she quickly changed her direction and sat down next to the brunette. Clarke waited a moment for the girl to turn her head, but when she realized the brunette wouldn't bother look at her, she sighed and got her sketchbook out.
When the blonde decided she had worked up enough courage to talk to the girl, the professor started her lecture. "Students. You're sitting in Advanced Mathematics, so if you're in the wrong room, be it because you were unable to read your schedule, or know that you will fail because you just happen to be one of those that just don't understand mathematics, then I suggest you leave the room now."
Clarke raised her eyebrows. Well, that's one way to introduce yourself. After two students actually got up and left the room, the professor continued.
"I'm sure you've checked the agenda for this class, but for those of you who didn't consider it necessary, here's what you can expect. We'll be looking at the easier topics of advanced mathematics, being calculus and analysis, combinatorics, dynamical systems and differential equations."
"Well shit." Clarke muttered into her palm as she scribbled down the topics, trying to keep up with the professor. To her surprise, the brunette next to her turned her head. Slightly, so that she was barely able to look at Clarke's notes, far away from actually meeting her gaze, but it was a start, considering the new girl usually didn't move at all.
As the professor began to write a bunch of matrices on the board, Clarke shifted deeper in her seat. "Please no."
The new girl next to her stopped in her writing and turned her head, this time enough for Clarke to catch her glance and see her eyes. And boy, did she have eyes. Clarke was sure she had never seen deeper and greener eyes. But something was off, the blonde noticed but couldn't quite catch it, and before she could even begin to wonder, the girl had turned her head back and continued taking notes.
Twenty minutes into writing down whatever the professor was trying, or not trying, to tell her with all those matrices and symbols and equations, Clarke gave up. She rarely was one to back down from a challenge, but this was definitely one of those times.
Clarke decided to spend her newly won free time to check out the girl next to her, until her eyes fell to the brunette's notebook, and her jaw dropped when she realized that the new girl actually knew exactly what she was doing and what was going on on the board in front of them. Well shit. A nerd and a genius,Clarke thought to herself.
A few minutes before the end of the lecture, the professor's mic gave her a squeaking feedback and in a split second, Clarke's attention was on her again.
"So, that was a rather harmless introduction to advanced mathematics. I'll have you know, because I'm no monster, that I will prepare a test every two weeks, so now that you know, I expect nothing but excellent results. Thank you and see you then."
The lecture hall grew louder as the students packed their bags and made their ways to the exit, while Clarke remained still and quiet, still trying to understand what on earth she had done to deserve to be there.
"May I?"
Clarke jumped back to reality and looked up at the new girl, who was now standing, tightly clutching the notebook that was pressed to her chest.
"Sorry?" Clarke blinked a few times, realizing she had no idea what the girl had said.
The girl shifted her weight, clearly uncomfortable, and cleared her throat. "May I?" She repeated in a quiet but oh so soft voice while gesturing to the way next to the blonde that led to the exit. It took Clarke another moment to understand what the girl was asking for, until she realized that she was sitting and blocking the way.
"Oh, sorry!" She muttered as she quickly jumped up, throwing her sketchbook down in the process, mentally facepalming herself, and offering for the brunette to walk past her. The girl bent down to get Clarke's sketchbook and handed it back to her, before quickly leaving the room.
Clarke sighed. So much for getting the girl's name.
