New chapter! I am terrible with sticking to schedules since I'm soo busy with college and my horse, but since my health is fine now I'll be updating at least once a week, so please bare with me! Once I get used to classes I'll know for sure what days I'll be updating, but until then I'll be updating when I can :) if you have any suggestions or comments on how you think this story is going/should go, please review!
Chapter 3: Up to something
One week later.
Raven and I walked towards town together, bundled in layers of clothing. "Why is it so cold?" Raven groaned loudly. I shrugged, which was a struggle in the amount of clothing.
"Hey, Rae?"
"Yeah?"
"Has Lexa been acting different?"
She looked at me. "Different how, Clarke?"
I sighed, my breath visible in the cold air. "I don't know…she's just…she's seemed kind of secretive. She goes off with Octavia and they give glances my way here and there."
Raven rolled her eyes. "Clarke, if you think that Lexa is cheating on you with Octavia, then-"
"No! Stop! I don't think that! I think the two of them are up to something though."
Raven smirked, realization on her face. But...realization of what? "What just happened? Raven?" she just smiled, picking up speed. "Raven!"
"I have an idea, but I'm not saying a word. I'll tell you this: if it's what I think, then it's a good secret."
I huffed but let it go. Raven was just as stubborn as Lexa and Octavia. Oh God. I was surrounded by stubborn and rebellious women. No wonder I never get my way anymore! And of course, my best friends and my girlfriend all became besties and gang up on me. They're all the same!
"You're trouble, Reyes."
"I know, Griffin."
We both laughed. We walked a few more minutes until we split off. Raven turned and headed towards the shop where she was head mechanic. I continued down the street to the building where I held my art classes for the local foster children. They were all between eight to twelve years, which was a good age for my teaching skills. The art room was a renovated basement to a local church. I reached my destination and headed to the basement, setting my heavy bad on my splotched desk. I smiled, looking around. On one way was a huge mural that my older students were working on: a giant and detailed horse head, and the other 3 walls had paintings taped to every spot available, some newer ones overlapping older ones. A table had every paint color and paintbrush style available, paper of every size, and markers and pencils in colorful boxes. Today I had brought a bunch of shirts that the kids would draw on. I rolled plastic onto the floor, put the shirts in a pile, and pulled a box of fabric markers from the bag and putting on the middle of the floor.
Soon, excited voices came from the back stairwell, and the ten kids filed in. the younger ones raced to the plastic while the older ones lagging behind talking. I set them up with the shirts and very soon they were all chatting while coloring and painting on their new shirts.
"Babe, I'm home!" I called, opening the door to the roomy apartment. I was greeting the delicious scent of chicken.
"In the kitchen, Clarke," came her voice. I headed for the kitchen, pulling off the heavy winter layers as I went. I arrived in the kitchen in just a t-shirt.
"That smells so good, Lexa." I moved behind her, arms snaking around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder. She chuckled, continuing to stir the vegetables. "How was work?"
She hummed. "It was fine. Octavia talked my ear off."
"Like usual," I laughed.
"How about you, how was the kids?"
"They're all great. And they loved your t-shirt idea, Lex. They were all so happy."
"I'm glad. They're great kids."
I nodded into her shoulder. I brushed her long curls over the opposite shoulder, pressing my lips tenderly to her neck. She shuddered. "Klark. I'm cooking." I ignored her, moving to her jaw. "Beja, Klark." I chuckled.
"Fine."
I pouted, causing her to laugh, as she finished dinner. She served the meals, and, being more starved than I thought, I scarfed the food down. I smiled sweetly at my love, who was finishing her own plate. Once she finished, I took her plate and rinsed them off, stuffing them in the dishwasher.
"Bedtime?' I asked innocently.
"You're tired? Or you have other plans, Clarke?"
I grinned at her. "Oh, I have plans." I leaned into her, kissing her until I could no longer breathe. I started pulling her to the bedroom, removing clothes on the way.
"You're nothing but trouble, Clarke Griffin."