Saturday again. A new car having just arrived to the garage, Raven was too busy working to go to the study group meeting that morning. That was the main reason why the teenager had decided to visit her best friend that afternoon. They hadn't been able to spend their free time together that week. Also, she needed her help with her English homework. As she pedalled up the street, the girl was amazed by the large houses with yards perfectly taken care of. The family cars parked on the driveways, the green grass and trees. The dogs that stared and barked at her as she passed. She smiled to herself, Clarke's house was one of the biggest. Her parents must make a lot of money. Parking the bike on the driveway next to a black car she hadn't seen the other time, she walked to the front porch. Standing with her phone in her left hand, checking the time, she rang the bell. It wasn't too late, but Clarke probably would have already have lunch. The door opened, and Raven's attention shifted from her phone to the person who had opened it. Wearing skinny jeans and a button up blouse, a woman looked at Raven with slightly wide eyes. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and her lack of makeup made her look way more mundane. She wore glasses and seemed tired. "Principal Griffin?"

"Miss Rey— Raven, hi." the woman told with a relaxed smile. Opening the door more and moving to the side, she said, "Come on in." The girl did so without hesitating, looking around her. Checking that was the same house she had been in. The entry hall was as empty as the one she had been in a week before. Just a few discrete pieces of furniture and plants, and a door that seemed to be an entry closet. It was Clarke's house, she was sure she hadn't got the address wrong. She did not understand why the principal was there, in her best friend's house. Is Clarke in trouble? she questioned for a second before hearing the woman speak again. "You come to see Clarke, right? I sent her to get some groceries, but she'll be back soon so you can wait here." Abigail spoke, walking towards the living room and looking at Raven. She was completely oblivious to the girl's confusion. "Come, I'll get you something to eat. Do you want a coke or some lemonade?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess. I guess, I mean... Yeah, Coke is fine." Raven stuttered. Walking behind the woman, she kept studying the house. She kept trying to find a reasonable explanation to this situation. She hadn't taken that much of a good look at the house the last time. She had seen the dining room, where they did their homework. She remembered a simple room. Empty would be the most suitable word. "But..." she pursed her lips, walking in the living room and noticing the many pictures hanging from the walls. In them, a blonde girl playing sports, running around, smiling. In others, the little girl hugging an older man, quite good-looking. They were too alike to not to be related. Clarke's father, Raven guessed. Still, nothing that told her why the principal was there, even if it was quite obvious. Her mind had gone blank at the woman's presence. She sat on the couch and waited, the woman having disappeared through a door. When she came back, the question was made before the woman could reach the couch. "What are you doing here, Principal Griffin? At Clarke's house?"

"What?" the woman raised a brow, almost dropping the cold can of coke in her hand. She left the can on the coffee table and stared at Raven with the same confusion the girl looked at her with. Realization hit the woman first. "Didn't Clarke tell you that— oh." the woman fell silent. Sighing and looking down, she moved to sit next to Raven. "I'm Clarke's mom."

"You're what?!"

"Clarke's mom."

"Holy—" Raven's brown eyes were wide open, lips parted as she realized how stupid she had been. She barely payed attention when the teachers took attendance. She had never known why the girl's initials were C.G., and hadn't cared to ask. She didn't know her best friend's last name. And of course, the lack of pictures in the house made it impossible to know they were related. But why hadn't Clarke told her? "I didn't know, ma'am." the girl started, feeling her body get stiffener the more that she thought. Great. I did not only masturbate thinking of my principal, but also of my best friend's mother. It's so fucked up, holy shit. But for fuck's sake, why didn't she tell me she was her mother?! I could have fucked up so much, maybe have told Clarke that the principal was hot... That would have been hilarious though. Clarke's face... No, Raven, this is serious. You have a thing with your best friend's mother. Chewing down on her lip, she reached for the coke and opened it, taking a sip directly from the can. "Clarke never told me…"

"She is quite reserved about that topic, yes. She doesn't really like me." she couldn't help but let out a sigh, looking down to her lap. without saying a word more, she stood up and walked to the kitchen. She looked up and sniffed, trying to hold back tears. Was Clarke that ashamed of her? She opened the fridge and took a bear, walking back to the living room. Sitting beside the girl, the woman shrugged while opening the bottle and then taking a long gulp. Raven raised a brow at the sight, amused at the scene. The principal who only wore suits and was extremely uptight was now casually drinking a beer in front of her. It then landed on her, maybe Clarke not telling people who her mother was was causing the woman to drink that beer. She was drinking so much, and so fast. It was not good. In fact, she could see the sadness in the woman's eyes when she opened them again. They stared at each other for a second, then Abigail looked away.

"Ma'am— I mean, Mrs. Griffin." Raven spoke, leaving the can on the coffee table and then moving to put her hand on her shoulder. Just a small, gentle touch. The woman was the principal after all. "Listen, I guess the whole mother-relationship thing is hard. I can't speak much about this I guess. I mean, I don't get what is wrong between you two, and I know it's none of my business. But Clarke is a nice person, and a teenager. We all go through a rebellious phase."

"You went through a rebellious phase?"

"I still am, ma'am Principal." she let herself joke, wanting to brighten up the mood. The woman laughed, glancing at her and shaking her head. Her laugh was so beautiful, it was a shame the woman always seemed to be so uptight during classes. Once the laughter had died, Raven grinned in success. If she was relaxed, the older woman's was a bit calmer, her smile lasting. "Well, I really don't have a mother to fight with, you know. She's… Well, she is never home. I am the one who takes care of the house and everything. Between that, school and work I really don't have time to be rebellious."

"Where do you work?" the woman tilted her head, looking at the girl with curiosity and then turning to the side to look at her. She knew Raven had a job, after all she had read her file to approve it for her to only attend classes in the mornings. And of course, she knew about her mother, even if the causes of her never showing up on the school were unknown. Raven had been smart enough to get emancipated as soon as she could, the day of her sixteenth birthday. She had become an independent adult to the eyes of law.

"I'm a mechanic at Mike Caballero's garage, ma'am."

"Oh, really? That's where I take my car to get repaired, they have the best mechanics in town." the woman smiled, watching Raven let out a soft laugh. Her smile is beautiful, isn't it? the woman thought, momentarily entranced by the girl's lips and white teeth before moving to look at her eyes. Licking her lips, she breathed out slowly. "Oh, and please don't call me ma'am out of class. It makes me feel older than I am. Abigail is okay, or Mrs. Griffin if you're more comfortable with it."

"Abigail sounds good to me… Or Abby." the girl teased, grinning smugly at the woman and then going to take the beer from the table. Taking a gulp, she held the bottle in her hand and read the label, smiling. This shit is worth the shitton of bucks it costs. Abigail seemed to be a woman who enjoyed simple but expensive things. Kinda my kind of woman. "Yeah, I'm calling you Abby from now on."

"You cheeky girl…" the woman reached for the beer, only to have Raven move back. Following the girl, she pursed her lips for a second, trying to reach for the bottle once more. Raven laughed as she tried again, and again. At the fifth try, Abby was practically on top of the girl. Raven grinned, fighting to keep the alcoholic beverage out of her reach. "Give that beer back, Raven, you're too young to drink."

"No I'm not, Abby."

"Yes you are."

"No."

"Yes. Give me that beer."

"Make me."

The words escaped the girl's lips without much thought, making both of them freeze for a few seconds. Raven did not regret these words, but she knew that right now she had been too inappropriate. There was nothing appropriate of their relationship though, and teasing wouldn't do any damage. With the woman on top of her, this situation was everything but innocent or appropriate. No one would ever know… the girl thought to herself. On top of her, Abigail pondered her options. The teenager was quite attractive, and it had definitely been too long since the woman had had any kind of intimacy with someone. Breathing in slightly heavily, the woman licked her lips. It would be so easy to lean forward and kiss her now… she thought, eyes locked with Raven's before glancing at her lips. Slowly leaning forward, the decision had been made, the woman's lips hovering over the girl's. No one would ever know…

And then, they heard the front door open.