"I got another drawing," Octavia says as she tosses a piece of paper on the table. Clarke grabs it, this time it's a dawing of a a face, Octavia's face. She shoves it underneath Raven's face.
"It's crazy, it actually looks like her," Raven exclaims, before snatching the paper and holding it up to Octavia's face, squinting one eye closed. Octavia grins and plucks the piece from Raven's hand.
"You could definitely draw her better though," Raven nudges Clarke, Clarke nods, "I could," Octavia shoots them a look, and Raven snorts before leaning her head on Clarke's shoulder.
"I think it's one of the guys that sit behind us," Jasper says, looking up from his phone, he has math class together with Octavia, and they always sit next to each other.
"You think so?" Jasper nods and Octavia sits down next to him. The both of them quickly engaged in a quiet conversation which Clarke zones out of. Her attention has been drawn by the group of punks standing at the doorway that leads out of the cafetaria. And ofcourse Lexa is there. Clarke wouldn't be staring if Lexa wasn't there, not that she'd admit that to herself.
"Yo," Clarke looks up only to see Murphy grinning at her group of friends, Bellamy standing slightly behind him, looking somewhat dubious. Raven raises her eyebrow in question, nobody sitting at the table says anything, it's not that they dislike Murphy, but it's not like they're too fond of him either.
"Right," Murphy shifts his backback, "I wanted to ask you guys if you wanted to come to the lake on Saturday, and bring some people if you want," Raven nods and puts her head back on Clarke's shoulder and directs her attention to her phone. Octavia clears her throat.
"Sounds great Murphy, looking forward to it," Clarke figures Octavia's only being nice to Murphy because he's her brother's best friend. But then Murphy smiles at her and Octavia returns the smile. Murphy turns around and slaps Bellamy on the shoulder before walking away.
Bellamy sighs and sits down, "You people better be coming and be excited, he's actually looking forward to it," He runs a hand through his hair, Clarke thinks it's getting too long, he should cut it. Raven replies, without looking up from her phone, "We'll see, if there's booze, maybe," Bellamy rolls his eyes, Clarke redirects her attention back to Lexa. She's wearing a band t-shirt and a pair of black jeans today, it doesn't look good on her at all. At all. Clarke knows she's in denial, but she decides to ignore it. Again.
"She's doing it again," Raven mumbles against her shoulder, "Has she texted her yet?" She hears Bellamy respond. "Ofcourse she hasn't," Raven replies.
"I can hear you, you know," Raven shrugs, Clarke turns her head towards Bellamy, "I might not even be able to go Saturday, because my mom isn't happy that I haven't texted Lexa yet," she declares, trying to hide the tone inher voice suggesting that she doesn't care at all if she goes or not.
Raven sits up and glares at Clarke, "Too bad Griffin, cuz you're going. If you want to or not, and your mom isn't stopping that," Clarke supresses a smile, Raven usually forces her to go to social gatherings she doesn't want to go to, and then halfway Raven wants to go home, but by then Clarke will be having such a good time that she forces Raven to stay longer. It helps that Clarke knows how to get Raven drunk, which makes it easier to get her to listen to Clarke. Clarke doesn't get drunk, she hasn't since sophomore year. "Sure," she replies.
She's in English class again, and she doesn't think she'll survive this particular lesson. The teacher is making them read from Romeo and Juliet, one by one. Clarke hates it, she wants to throw something against a wall. Everytime the teacher appoints another person to read, she groans slightly, earning her a grin from Raven, who is infinitely amused by Clarke's annoyance.
"Lexa, you can continue," Clarke groans internally, this is going to be horrible, Lexa never participates in class. Not during English anyway. There's a beat of silence before Lexa starts reading.
"These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triump die, like fire and powder
Which, as they kiss, consume"
Her voice is surprisingly clear and soft, not that Clarke pays any attention to what her voice usually sounds like. Raven must notice the change in Clarke's attitude, because she elbows Clarke and whispers, "Hide your boner, Griffin," Which earns her a glare in return.
When the teacher finally lets them read for themselves, on Clarke's request, Raven leans over to Clarke. "So Monty said that he'd ask Wick to come over to the lake too," Raven says, her eyes gleaming. Clarke is about to say something when Raven deflects, "Which is, you know, whatever," and turns back to the book on her desk. Clarke smiles to herself, it's cute when Raven gets excited.
Friday starts with another History class, and Clarke is done with it before it begins. She enters the classroom to see Lexa already sitting in the spot next to hers. She sits down in her seat, and mumbles out a "'morning," she might as well be civil. Raven will kill her if she can't go to the lake because she didn't get tutoring. She tells herself that's why she's being polite.
After the teacher puts them to work on their homework assignment, Lexa turns to Clarke. "If you're not going to name a date, Clarke, I will." She gives Clarke a determined look. "Fine," Clarke shrugs, "Name a date."
"Saturday afternoon," Lexa says, matter of factly, and turns back to her notebook. Clarke supposes she could leave it at that, but she can't not say anything. "Don't you have stuff to do with your punk gang?" Ofcourse there's the possibility of Lexa getting angry with her, and refusing to give her tutoring, but in that case, Clarke wouldn't be the one to blame. Not really anyway, because Lexa would've been the one to blow it off.
Lexa swings her head around at Clarke, she squints her eyes and says defensively, "They're not my gang," Clarke knows she should leave it at that, but it'd be much more fun to not leave it at that. "They follow you around everywhere, get pissed if people even look at you wrong, but they're not your gang. Ofcourse not." Lexa squints her eyes even more, Clarke didn't think that was even possible. "Mockery isn't the product of a strong mind, Clarke," And she turns away from Clarke, who decides it's really better to keep her mouth shut now.
When the bell rings, Lexa gets up first, turns to Clarke, "See you tomorrow, you'll text me the adress." She nods at Clarke and walks away.
"Wick is coming to the lake tomorrow," Monty says, while putting his bag on the table. The boy standing next to him, Clarke assumes, must be Wick. He has the blond hair, and looks completely sure of what he's doing.
"Hi," he says, looking at each one of them seperately, but lingering his gaze on Raven. Monty sits down, and Wick sits down next to him, Clarke wonders if she'll have to say anything to him, but Monty and he start talking about something Clarke doesn't understand at all. She looks over at Raven, who seems very calm under the circumstances, not that she'd expected anything different from Raven.
Octavia strides over to their table, and slams a piece of paper on the table. "My locker this time," She exclaims, Clarke looks at the drawing, this time it's a way more detailed drawing of Octavia with a flower in her hair. "How does he even know which locker is mine?" She plops down in the seat next to Clarke.
"Dedication," Raven deadpans, then leans in closer to Octavia, "Hey O, here's a fun idea, find out who keeps leaving these drawings for you, and solve this mystery!" Octavia smiles before punching Raven against her shoulder. Raven returns what Clarke can only call a shiteating grin.
"Griffin," Raven says, turning her attention to Clarke, "we're still up for tonight, right?" Clarke smiles, she loves hanging out with Raven, even though she's an asshole most of the time. A loveable asshole. "Ofcourse,"
The doorbell rings, and as soon as Clarke opens the door, Raven barges in, chucks her coat under the coat rack, kicks off her shoes, and lets herself fall down onto the couch. "Hello, Raven, please come in, you can hang your coat up here, and put your shoes down there, please make yourself comfortable."
Raven smirks at Clarke as she plops down next to Raven. "You wanna watch a movie?" Clarke asks, and Raven nods. They decide on some generic action movie, because Raven loves fire and explosions.
After about an hour of watching the movie, Raven grabs the remote and lowers the volume. "Now I wanna talk about your hot tutor," Clarke tries to grab the remote from Raven, but she holds the remote too far to reach. "I was just getting into the movie!," She exclaims, which makes Raven chuckle, "Yeah right, you weren't paying attention at all."
"Now tell me about her," Raven eggs on. "She's coming over tomorrow afternoon," Clarke replies grudgingly. "You have a crush on her," Raven states, which earns her a glare from Clarke. She doesn't have a crush, she's sure of it, she's just - "You stare at her alot, too much for it to be just hatred," Raven pauses, analyzing Clarke's facial expression, "Or maybe it's both hatred and a crush, could lead to great sex," She concludes.
"What? I don't have a crush on her, Raven," Raven hums in response, "It'd be good for you to finally have somebody so you can get over me, I know it'll be hard for you, but you have to atleast try," Clarke kicks at Raven, but misses.
They look at each other for a while, before Raven snorts, "What is it now?" Raven grins at Clarke, "Oh you know, I was just thinking of, when she's tutoring you and she gives you those eyes, the intense ones you know, you should just back her into a table or something," Clarke grabs the pillow she has her head on, and throws it at Raven's face, who starts laughing right after the pillow hits.
They sit together for a while, occasionally chucking things at each other when the the other makes a remark about something. Then they hear a car drive up the driveway and the frontdoor slams shut. Clarke's mom walks into the livingroom and greets them. "I didn't think you'd still be here, Raven," Raven shrugs and replies, "Gotta keep Clarke company, you know how she gets on friday nights," Raven makes a circular motion with her finger next to her temple. Abby smiles, and Raven kicks at Clarke.
"Do it now," she hisses, Clarke turns towards her mom, "Mom, can I go to the lake tomorrow?" Abby sighs and looks up from shifting through the mail. "We talked about this, Clarke," Clarke is about to turn around to Raven to give her a "told you so" face, but Raven cuts in. "But Clarke has tutoring tomorrow before we're going to the lake. She totally took care of that today,"
Abby puts the mail on the coffeetable, "Okay, you know the rules about driving and alcohol, I'll drop you off at your house in a few minutes Raven," Abby leaves the room and Raven grins at Clarke, "You're totally useless, it's a good thing I was here to make sure you wouldn't bail on me." Clarke decides the best response is to chuck another pillow at Raven's face.
Clarke wakes up to an empty house, and a note on the kitchen table, saying her mom went out grocery shopping. When she looks on the ovenclock, she sees it's already noon, and she hasn't even showered or eaten yet. She decides she can mentally prepare herself while showering.
The doorbell rings at exactly 1 pm, the time Clarke and Lexa had agreed on via text. Clarke runs a hand through her hair before opening the door. Lexa looks slightly disheveled as she shifts from one leg to the other. Clarke quickly glances over Lexa's body. She doesn't have her hair in a braid this time, she's wearing a leather jacket over a sleeveless shirt, and she has a skateboard under her arm. "It's windy," She says, gesturing to her hair.
Clarke nods and steps aside to let Lexa come inside. "Where can I-"
"Just put it under the coatrack," Clarke supplies, waits for Lexa to put her board on the floor, and lead her into the kitchen. They both sit down at the kitchen table, and Lexa pulls out her books. "Let's just start," Clarke says when Lexa looks at her like she expects her to say something significant.
"Right," Lexa opens her book to a, to Clarke, seemingly random page. "World war two started when?" Clarke snorts, "1939," Lexa flips a couple of pages, "One of the events that started the French Revolution,"
"The uh, the storming of the Bastille," Lexa nods and starts flipping through her book again. "Can we do something that's actually on my level? I know the basic facts that everybody in highschool knows." Clarke says, not even trying to hide her annoyance.
Lexa sighs, still looking down at her book "I was trying to determine your level,"
"I don't need you to determine my level, I need you to teach me something so I can pass this class,"
Lexa finally looks up from her book, and looks at Clarke, her face looks displeased to say the least, and Clarke almost feels guilty for complaining. Almost.
"What is your problem? I'm trying to help you, Clarke,"
"It's not really working now is it?"
Before Lexa can retaliate, they hear the frontdoor open, and a few seconds later Abby walks in. Lexa's face goes from displeased to neutral quickly, Clarke almost admires her for it, she has a habit of showing her annoyance on her face.
"Hello girls," Abby says while puttig the grocery bags on the kitchen table. Then she walks over to Lexa, and stretches her arm out, "You must be Clarke's tutor," Lexa shakes Abby's hand, "Lexa,"
Abby turns back to her groceries, and Lexa packs her stuff. "I should get going," she says and stands up. Before she gets to the door, she turns around and says, "It was nice to meet you, mrs Griffin."
It's beautiful weather, they're sprawled out on blankets near the lake, hidden behind some trees, so the other people at the lake can't fully see them. It's their spot, the first time they came to the lake, they picked it so they wouldn't get arrested for underage drinking, and then it kind of turned into their spot.
Bellamy is sitting next to a portable radio with Murphy, both with a coke in their hands, since they're both designated drivers for the night. Murphy and Jasper are engaged in a badminton match 'to the death' while Wick referees and Raven and Octavia are sprawled out on blankets next to Clarke. All of them in their swimwear.
Raven bumps her elbow into Clarke and nods at Murphy, "He says he doesn't drink because he's the designated driver, but he's a total lightweight." Clarke grins, "Yeah, he doesn't want to embarass himself, besides, Jasper or Monty could've driven them,"
After awhile of sitting and talking, Clarke notices another group of teenagers, she recognizes them as Lexa's gang. They're all in their swimwear, and they're laughing. It doesn't take Clarke long to spot Lexa, her hair tied back in a braid. One of the boys, one with a light mohawk, is talking, and when he stops talking, Lexa laughs. A real laugh, that Clarke has never seen before, Clarke thinks she looks so different and carefree.
Lexa's entire group gets up, and they start running towards the water, when Lexa turns around to yell something at someone, Clarke notices a tattoo on her right arm. How in the hell did she get a tattoo, Clarke thinks.
"You're doing it again Clarke," Bellamy says, and Clarke turns her head to face him. "She has a thing for her, I'm telling you," Raven grins at Bellamy, who smirks back. "I do not like Lexa," Clarke insists, "Sure," Raven replies.
Wick walks over, and points at the lake, "Let's go in the water," They all agree, and before she knows it, Clarke is getting splashed by the Blake siblings. Raven and Wick are splashing water at eachother aswell, while Jasper and Monty try to drown eachother with Murphy looking on and giving advice.
When Clarke looks around for Raven, she sees Raven and Wick back at their spot, making out. Clarke smiles, she doesn't like Wick that much, but Raven deserves to be happy. And she knows that this doesn't mean that they'll get married and have babies. Clarke grimaces, that would be weird.
Lexa's gang is still in the water too, Clarke keeps looking over. Then Lexa looks at Clarke too, and Clarke tries her best 'I'm Clarke Griffin and I will fuck you up' look, but Lexa just smirks at her and turns away.
On Monday morning, when Clarke is at her locker, Lexa comes walking up to her, and clears her throat. "Clarke, I want to apologise for the thing on Saturday," Clarke shuts her locker and fully turns towards Lexa, "I'm sorry too, I really do need the tutoring," Clarke shrugs, "If you still want to help me,"
Lexa smiles, but then quickly hides her smile and says, "Yeah, I need the money, so whatever," Clarke nods, "Is Wednesday okay?" Lexa nods in confirmation, "See you then, Clarke," And walks away.
"You look like crap, Raven," Murphy says as he slumps down in the chair next to Bellamy. Raven looks up from her lunch and glares at Murphy. "Must've gotten it from Wick, don't you think?" Murphy grins at Bellamy, but Bellamy only shakes his head in warning.
"I swear to god Murphy, if you don't shut up I will punch you," Bellamy looks at Murphy in an 'I told you so' manner, Murphy just shrugs.
Clarke is seated next to Raven, and bumps Raven's shoulder with her own. "What's up?" Raven glances up from her lunch, she looks tired and angry. "Wick hasn't called or texted me yet, not that I care, but I don't like being treated as a play thing,"
"Hey, I'm sure it'll work out," Clarke lightly bumps her shoulder against Raven's again and Raven smiles at her.
Bellamy leans forward and whispers, "Lexa keeps looking at you," Clarke is about to turn around to look at Lexa, but Jasper pipes up from behind his phone. "I think Lexa's gang is scary, and you should be careful with her coming over to your house. You don't know her and she's scary."
"There's nothing to worry about, Jasper," Octavia says, Raven nods. "She's harmless, look at her, like a little puppy trying to look tough,"
"I don't know, Jasper might have a point," Bellamy says, nodding at Jasper before looking back at Clarke, "You don't know what she's capable of,"
"Don't be ridiculous, Bel,"
"I'm serious, do you know anything about her at all?"
When Clarke doesn't reply, Bellamy says, "That's what I thought," When Bellamy keeps looking at Clarke judgingly, Clarke sighs, "I'll be careful, okay? Stop being such a pussy,"
"That's all I'm asking,"