So here we both stood outside in the parking lot waiting to go in. I look to my left at Clarke and see that she's looking a little bit nervous. Like a skittish animal who'll run off at the first sound that startles her.

After our unexpected second kiss the other day, we'd spent the weekend hanging out just the two of us but this was heading into the unknown for both of us. Yeah our friends had seen us make out drunkenly at a party but to them it was done as part of a game.

They had no idea that it had turned into something more. Even though I wasn't really fussed what the fuck they thought it was obviously something Clarke was hoping would go well. I mean here was this girl who was great at public speaking amongst other things, a natural leader and she was visibly nervous.

I reached over and twined my fingers with hers. I wasn't one to be all mushy and romantic but holding hands was probably the least overt and non-sexual way to say that we're seeing each other.

A smirk plastered itself across my face as I thought of how she'd react if I'd chosen to grab her arse instead. She seemed to relax as she looked over at me because of our clasped hands and my calm appearance.

We walked into the school to face the music so to speak, heading first of all to our lockers which were coincidently side by side. We didn't share our first period together and before we parted I took a chance to catch her off guard.

I placed my arms around her neck and kissed her quickly, a pleased smile on my face at her shock because of my PDA.

"Get used to it princess. Everyone will know you're my girl soon enough."

I really had no idea what exactly went on in that first period. I felt all floaty and couldn't keep my mind off of her. Shit…if I wasn't careful I'd turn into the world's mushiest girl in no time.

I'd never really felt this way about anyone before. It started to make me wonder what I'd even been doing with Finn. The more I thought about it, the more I realised I'd never been in love with him. I might have thought I'd loved him at some point but now with all this that had been going on with Clarke, I knew that I had no idea what love might have been up until now.

Wait…love? Hold the phone sista.

That was the bucket of cold water that was dumped unceremoniously on my head. Stay cool Raven and don't get carried away, you don't want to scare her off or look like a fucking moron from one of those cheesy romcom's.

There was no way that I should be feeling as strongly about her as I was this early right?

Right?

Now I was nervous as hell when I walked into the cafeteria at lunch. In the times that I had been in the same room as Clarke, I tried to avoid her gaze or anything as much as humanly possible. I probably looked like a totally weirdo but I was afraid that the moment I'd look up and see her looking at me, confetti or some shit would drop from the ceiling and a band would stroll in playing.

A giant sign would illuminate itself with this arrow pointing at my head and it would read 'In Love with Clarke Griffin' and more than one secret would be coming out of the closet.

Anyway, paying for food which I never looked at to see what I was grabbing (don't judge me! Variety is the spice of life after all) I hesitantly took a seat next to Clarke. She looked at me with a confused expression. Yeah she definitely knew something was up.

So much for my budding career in espionage.

I tuned into the conversation which was as usual being led by the self-anointed queen of the school Octavia.

"…long story short, I was thinking that those of us who are coupled up or can swing a date would go out and see a movie at that drive-in place, it'll be totally old school!"

I watched Harper roll her eyes before being the first to respond,

"Octavia's stuck in the retro zone guys, I'm sure this phase will pass. But sure why not?"

Octavia punched her on the arm at her friend's teasing before turning her laser-like gaze onto Clarke & I,

"Now I know there's a certain someone who is keen on a reunion Clarke so you could have someone to cuddle up with during the scarier parts," she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively implying that cuddle was just a euphemism (yeah I learnt what that means the one time I paid attention in English. Don't look at me that way! I was bored.)

"So what do you say Clarke?"

What was this feeling that flared up inside of me right now? This anger that came out of nowhere when Octavia suggested Clarke cuddling up to someone else. Could I…was I…jealous?

I used that opportunity before Clarke had a chance to answer to slide my hand into hers and twine our fingers together. Lifting our hands and placing them on the table in front of us and in clear view of everyone else.

Here goes nothing.

I rubbed the back of her hand softly with my thumb as I said,

"I'm pretty sure she's covered in that department Octavia. So what time are we meeting there?"

I tried to hide the smirk that was coming onto my face as I watched Octavia's mouth hang open as she looked down at our hands and then back up at the two of us,

"Real funny Raven, you really sold it with the kiss at my party, but seriously you got me!"

"Do I look like I'm joking O?" I retorted as I placed my other hand to turn Clarke's face towards mine, leaving my palm against her cheek as I kissed her.

This kiss (#3 fuck yeah!) wasn't as long as the others but it was long enough so that she could see that it wasn't just me kissing Clarke, it was her kissing me back. I pulled back to see a shy smile on Clarke's face which slowly morphed into a frown and a slightly horrified one on Octavia's which only made me laugh.

"How and when the fuck did this happen!?" She demanded as we now had the full attention of everyone seated with us and even some passers by.

I really think she prided herself on knowing about all the gossip that flowed on the grapevine through the school. I swear she was even a little hurt that she'd been completely in the dark on this.

It had been one hell of a risk going so public like that and revealing a small portion of what was starting to develop between Clarke and I. She wasn't the kind of person who liked to display her private life so publicly.

Lucky for her, I'd always been a rip the band aid off kind of girl.

I looked from Octavia to Clarke as I said,

"Should you tell her or should I?"