It all happened so fast, Raven was dizzy by the time she realized what had just happened. The sound of the front door opening made both women panic, and with a good reason. Abigail pulled back quickly, moving away from the girl and sitting properly on the couch. Startled by the woman's actions and the sudden distance between them, Raven did not move at first. It was the sound of the door closing that made her sit up and straighten her clothes, leaving the beer on the table. Sitting with her hands on her lap, she turned her face to look at the girl that had just entered the living room.
"Raven, hi." Clarke spoke with surprise, not expecting the girl to be there. She had left for twenty minutes, after a heated argument with her mother. Her mother did not usually wake her up in the mornings, but that one had been different. Abigail had decided it would be a good idea to prepare breakfast together, a poor choice that day. Because when she entered her daughter's room, she had found her naked, sleeping next to a boy. After the initial surprise and the boy's gasp when he saw the woman, Abigail had left the room and rushed downstairs. Five minutes later, the boy did the walk of shame towards the door, followed by an angered Clarke. And then, yelling. So much. That Clarke couldn't get boys in her room at nights, that the woman had no right to tell the girl what to do. That it was common sense, that the fact that the woman was a 'slut' and she felt guilty did not mean Clarke couldn't have sex. If Abby hurt her daughter's feelings, Clarke would hurt her mother's even more. And when the yelling ended, silence. The woman had walked to her room and closed herself in it, crying for what seemed hours while her daughter decided to go visit a friend. And now not only did her mother look more calm and peaceful, but her best friend was also there. "What are you doing here?"
"I was, uh, I came to see you." the other answered without much conviction, the words stumbling out of her mouth. Still not recovered from what seemed to have been a near-death experience for her, she sighed. Someone up there hates me. I don't know what did I do to him, but dear God is fucking laughing at me. I had Abigail Griffin, the hottest principal I've ever met and my best friend's mother, on top of me. And what happens? Of course Clarke had to appear. Why me, God? What the hell did I do to you? Grandma always talked about how you love everyone equally. Then you give me the perfect opportunity to fulfill every fucking lesbian teenager's fantasy. And then, because you're a jerk, you make Clarke appear?! Why do you hate me so much?!
"Oh, okay." the girl said, looking down at the groceries she carried and then walking towards the couch. She left the bag on the coffee table and then looking at her mother. "Here you have, what you asked for. I'm keeping the change, I'll need it for later. I'm going out with some friends." the girl spoke nonchalantly before turning around and looking at the other girl. "Let's go upstairs."
Standing up, she walked towards Clarke, stopping for a second to turn to look at the woman. "It's been a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Griffin. Well, outside of the school." she told politely, her eyes giving the woman the most sincere apology as they stared at each other. The woman's smile was now long gone, as it always did whenever her daughter was so distant towards her, but something was different this time. Raven. Lips tilted into a smile, Abigail nodding.
"See you in class, Miss Reyes."
"I'm sorry my mother has bothered you." Clarke spoke as they entered her room, Raven quickly realizing how different they were. Posters of singers and bands were all over the girl's walls, almost all them of boys with their torsos completely bare or with guitars. The walks were painted of a pale shade of pink, probably from when the girl was little. But what mostly surprised the teenager was the fact that Clarke's room was probably as twice as big as hers. "What was she ranting to you about?"
"Uh, what?" Raven shook her head and gave the girl a questioning look before registering her words. "Oh, nothing. We were talking about different stuff, school mostly. I didn't know she was your mother!" she spoke, watching Clarke sit on the king sized bed and doing the same as hers. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"People always treat me differently when they discover it. Everyone becomes respectful and stuff, and I just hate fake people. Finn and Octavia were the first people to not to treat me that way when she became principal. Because we had known each other for years. And the others slowly became used to it too." the girl spoke. "Also, my mother is so annoying sometimes."
"I think she's nice." Raven told, starting to worry about the bitterness of her friend's voice. It was as if she hated her, whenever she spoke about the older woman she had a strange . At least you have a mother, she thought as Clarke proceeded to start ranting about how annoying her mother was. She always makes me go for groceries because she says she doesn't have time. And when she is not telling me that, she makes me tidy my room like always, it is not that messy! That's why we have a maid for, she comes from mondays to fridays. 'That's why we have a maid for' seemed to be one of Clarke's favorite sentences. Soon Raven had lost track of the conversation, thinking of what had happened downstairs just a few minutes before. She had felt the instinct of teasing the woman since they had met, that was a fact. But in the moment the woman was on top of her, leaning forward to kiss her, Raven had forgot about everything and everyone. In that moment she had wanted to be kissed more than ever, lustfully and roughly. And yet, it hadn't happened, and because of that she couldn't even look at Clarke now. "I don't think your mother is that bad. And least she's still here with you."
"She wasn't there for years when I was little, it doesn't matter she's here now." the girl shook her head. "Not after what she did..." she added, giving a look at Raven and letting out a sigh. Sitting criss-cross on the bed, the blonde now looked serious as she took the other girl's hands and held them tight. "Listen, in the last two weeks you've become my best friend and I feel I can tell you everything. So I'm gonna I'm gonna tell you something, but I want you to keep a secret, okay?" the girl questioned, only receiving a nod as an answer. Raven preferred to not to speak in moments like these, and she felt like it was a big moment. "My mother killed my father."
"What?!" the girl couldn't help but exclaim, eyes going wide as she registered the girl's words. Abigail Griffin had killed her husband. The same Abigail that had almost kissed her just a few minutes ago, the same Abigail that was the principal of the school she studied in. "Why— How?" she asked, lowering her voice.
"Okay, so that's my dad." Clarke stated as she freed one of Raven's hands and pointed to a picture on her desk. In it, a younger Clarke and her father hugged, the picture presumably taken by the older woman. The image made obvious that the girl looked more like her father than her mother, having his green eyes and blonde hair. Probably her manners were just like her father's, Raven realized when she thought about how different both women seemed. Getting out of her musings, Raven nodded and went back to look at the girl, who decided to keep talking. "My parents and I had gone out to celebrate their anniversary, they had been sixteen years married. Mom had been drinking but insisted she was fine to drive, and he had had some alcohol too so he didn't really tell her no, though he said we should take a cab. I was fourteen back then, so I couldn't drive, and when I told mom that dad was right she told me that it would be fine. She should have done as he said, dad was always right." the girl spoke, letting out a sigh. Raven swallowed hard, realizing why the girl's relationship with her mother was so broken. Clarke blamed the woman, and still hadn't forgiven her. Fuck, they're messed up… the girl thought, focusing on the other's story. "We crashed against another car. The police said that the other driver was drunk too, but I know it was my mother the one who crashed the car."
"And your father died in that crash."
"Yeah. I was unconscious for six days, so I was the last one to know. I couldn't even go to his funeral, you know? My mother would not even wait for me to say goodbye to bury him." she spoke. The girl's words were more brokenhearted than bitter, her hands still gripping Raven's tightly. Letting out a sigh, the brunette freed the girl's hands and went to hug her friend— it felt better than saying she was sorry. Words did not matter in moments like these, she knew it well. She had lost her father when she was barely five years old, but she still remembered that day vividly. Her mother's grief as she received the many words from her family and friends had always stayed in her mind, accompanying her through the years. Clarke was now crying on her shoulder, sobs being loud and breathing sharp. How long it had been since she actually cried because of her father's death, the blonde couldn't remember. "I'm sorry, you came to tell me something didn't you?" the girl asked, pulling back and wiping her tears away.
"Yeah…" Raven muttered. She is not a spoiled brat, she is not dumb. She is not so hateful towards her mother because she's been raised the wrong way, she is hateful because she still hasn't been able to forgive her. It all made sense now to the girl, from the awkwardness of being in the room with both women to the fact that Clarke hid she was the woman's daughter. She needs to forgive, someday. "I, uh, needed your help with some homework, but it's okay, I'll do them at home. We could, uh, play some videogames?" she asked, realizing how dumb she sounded just a second later. Clarke was obviously not the kind of girl who spent hours killing zombies or anything like that. "Or listen to music, or talk… Have you done something interesting today?" she asked in a desperate attempt to distract the girl from the obviously painful memories.
"Oh, yeah! I was actually gonna text you about that." the girl grinned, pulling the collar of her shirt down to reveal a hickey on her neck and letting out a giggle. Raven rolled her eyes and smirk, not impressed by the hickey but curious nonetheless. "I've had sex with Finn tonight!"