Chapter 1
Clarke hates math with a passion. Especially algebra, who the hell needs to find X in real life? As far as Clarke is concerned exes of any sort can stay well away from her.
Twirling a pencil through her fingers like she’s a majorette with a baton she sighs, propping her head up with her free hand, this is going to be a VERY slow hour. She begins to zone out, letting her mind wander away from the incessant droning coming from the teacher stood at the front of the class. For a good ten minutes thoughts of her latest boy toy keep her entertained. The floppy hair and dopey grin of Finn to be exact, Clarke is surprised that she even remembers his name considering how drunk she was at the weekend.
She never wanted to be the most popular girl in her year, it just kind of happened. Her bubbly outgoing personality, love of a good prank and her undeniable good looks endears most people who meet her, it also means due to her popularity that she can have pretty much anyone she pleases. Boys fall at her feet, well, most of the time they stumble in meek attempts to impress her and even the odd girl can’t help but flash a seductive knowing grin her way in the hopes that she will fall into bed with them, and most of the time she does.
Clarke wouldn’t tell you that she’s proud of her many conquests, she just loves sex, what teenager doesn’t? she rarely sleeps with the same person twice though, variety is the spice of life right? Even though many try to woo her into seeing them again she just simply isn’t interested, nobody yet has managed to thrill her that much that she wants to break her one night stand only rule.
“Psst, PSST” a sharp nudge at her side makes Clarke sit up straight and downright scowl at the girl sat next to her, breaking her daydream of Finn and the way he...
“What is it Raven?” she snarls. The brunette just smirks and points somewhere in front of her. “New girl alert, look!”
Clarke glances up to find the receptionist Mrs Ripley talking in hushed tones to a girl stood in the doorway, the girl gives a small nod after a while and turns towards the teacher.
“Welcome Alexandria” Mr Kai smiles in welcome and Clarke notices the girl visibly grimace in response. “Please take a seat next to Monty over there and I’ll be over in a second to give you a textbook”. Another wordless curt nod before the girl moves to the desk directly in front of Clarke and Raven’s. There’s a split second before she sits down where green meet blue. And oh they are the brightest green Clarke has ever seen, but is there some flecks of grey in there too? The eye contact isn’t long enough for Clarke to be sure, but for some strange reason she is determined to find out.
Raven snorts, rather loudly, leaning in to whisper in Clarke’s ear. “She looks like a right nerd Griff!” Clarke hums non committedly as she watches the girl reach into her satchel for a large pair of reading glasses. “We could have some right fun with her! One of the Griffinator’s stellar pranks as a welcome?” at that Clarke’s paying attention, a sly grin beginning to spread across her features.
Of course Clarke always comes to school prepared, she has a reputation as prankster of the year to uphold! She waits for the perfect moment to put her plan into action. At the end of the lesson Alexandria pulls out her chair and makes her way to the front to discuss something with Mr Kai, luckily for Clarke leaving her belongings where they are for the time being. Quickly rooting in her bag she pulls out the rather realistic plastic frog she keeps for special occasions and hurriedly shoves it into the girl’s satchel. Raven snickers, “nice one, now quick let’s get out of here, we can watch through the door”.
They look on intently as the girl opens her bag, textbook in hand ready to shove in when she pauses, her brow furrowing slightly in clear annoyance. Reaching in she pulls out the offending article with her index finger and thumb, dangling it in front of her face she inspects it before sighing and picking up the rest of her things.
Raven glances at Clarke open mouthed in shock. The girl hadn’t been in the slightest bit fazed, in fact she had looked completely nonchalant, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to find something of that nature in your school bag. Clarke glances back with a similar expression to her best friend, she had never gotten this reaction before, most girls would squeal at the top of their voices and fling the frog as far away from them as possible.
*****
“What do you mean she was totally unaffected?” Murphy asks incredulously whilst chewing on a piece of apple.
“I mean all she did was look slightly inconvenienced and carried on with getting her stuff together, that was it” Clarke huffed, stabbing at a chip with her fork with conviction.
“I think you need to up your game Griff, you can’t let this stand, can’t let that crown begin to slip” Octavia smirked “we need to move onto phase two!”
“I don’t know, I mean is there-“ Clarke pauses when Raven mutters an “oh shiiiit chicks watch out” she glances up to find the new girl stalking with purpose towards their table in the canteen.
As soon as the girl is within good throwing distance she reaches into her pocket and flings the plastic frog directly at Clarke which bounces directly off her forehead. Everyone gasps apart from Clarke who stares open mouthed, seemingly lost for words.
“I’m guessing that is yours, am I right? I did see you running down the corridor when I got out of the classroom, how old are you? Twelve?” there’s bite to the girl’s words and nobody seems in a hurry to respond apart from Murphy who pushes his chair back with force and stands up, immediately invading Alexandria’s space. “You didn’t just do that!? Do you know who she is?? You have the audacity to come over here and-“
The girl just blinks at him blankly before swiftly interrupting him, “I don’t have time to interact with a bunch of children, I merely came over here to return your toy, I’ll be on my way now” and with that she’s turned on her heels and began to walk away with so much grace that nobody can take their eyes off the retreating figure, she almost looks as though she’s floating.
“Oi you! Come back here! You need to come back right now and apologise to Clarke!” Murphy shouts but she doesn’t even turn around and Clarke merely sighs. “Just leave it Murph”
“But, she can’t talk to you like th-“
“Just leave it! It’s okay!”
Usually Clarke wouldn’t put up with anyone talking to her or one of her crew like that but this girl was so abrasive, so openly commanding and demanding of respect that she couldn’t help but shrink back at the girl’s body language, it wasn’t something she had any time to think about, it was an automatic response and something that was very, VERY troubling to Clarke.
*****
Fortunately they only shared two classes together, Math and History so Clarke didn’t have to endure the brunette’s piercing stare that many times for the rest of the week but when she did, she felt as though her very soul was being analysed and she didn’t like it, eye contact couldn’t be kept for long before Clarke had to look away, usually averting her gaze downwards. Unbeknownst to Clarke this always made the girl smirk. It was clear who had asserted their dominance first and nobody was as surprised as Clarke that she had rolled over so easily, it was clear that the girl thought she was better than she was and people around school were soon starting to talk about the fact that Clarke had let the new girl talk down to her unchallenged. As Raven was animatedly trying to tell Clarke in hushed tones at the back of the History classroom, “you have to do something about it, and soon”.
Clarke and Raven walked arm in arm as they made their way to Octavia’s older brother Bellamy’s house that Friday night. He was holding his once monthly house party extravaganza, something which always rather quickly got out of hand. Clarke had chosen her slim fitting black dress with the slit up the side on this particular occasion, she had every intention of getting laid tonight and she knew that every eye would be fixated on her as soon as she entered the house, she wasn’t at all wrong.
Conversations were almost stopped altogether within the small groups of people frequenting the lounge when Clarke sauntered in with the air of a member of the royal family. She didn’t notice two particular intense green eyes take her in from top to toe from the corner of the room as she smiled at Bellamy, taking a welcome bottle of vodka from his grasp.
The party was soon in full swing, dance music blaring from the four loudspeakers situated at each corner of the room. Bodies mingling together as guys and girls gyrated and danced against one another. Clarke was having a great time dancing with a dark haired boy with twinkling eyes, the alcohol was flowing and she knew at her word the boy would be out of there with her in a flash, she always got what she wanted and this night would be no different.
She was just about to whisper in his ear questioning if he wanted to go somewhere more private when she noticed something out the corner of her eye, no way, was it? No it can’t be.
But it was. Clarke turned and now her full attention was on the spectacle in front of her. She wasn’t entirely sure who one of the girls was, Niylah was it? But she sure as hell knew the other girl. Clarke watches on in shock as the new girl makes out, rather too enthusiastically for a public setting with the pretty blonde.
Clarke doesn’t give herself a chance to change her mind, she’s seen her opportunity and she’s going for it. Charging over with the intent of a predator she reaches the two who are still attacking each other’s mouths with fervour and she grabs the blonde’s arm wrenching her away from the stunned brunette so that she faces her. “Woah what-“ but she isn’t allowed the chance to elaborate as Clarke holds her face in her hands and pulls her in for a bruising kiss. The girl is stunned momentarily before her body begins to soften and her hands shyly reach for Clarke’s hips, pulling their bodies flush together. It’s more for show than anything else but Clarke allows a guttural moan to escape her lips which reverberates into the blonde’s mouth, which she seems to enjoy as she grips hold of Clarke’s hips tighter. By now Alexandria’s hackles were well and truly up, she burned an imaginary hole into the side of this insufferable girl’s head before her with the force of her glare and her fists balled up in anger, just who did she think she is?
“Come with me?” Clarke asks softly and a hum in agreement makes Clarke grin in triumph. As much as Niylah had enjoyed kissing the brunette she had wanted Clarke for a while now and wasn’t going to miss this chance. Taking hold of her hand gently she’s led out of the room but not before Clarke glances over her shoulder to offer a smug smirk in the stunned brunette’s direction.
I’m sure Bellamy wouldn’t have been pleased if he had wandered into his bedroom that night to find Clarke with her back against his door, Niylah pressed against her front, mouth attached hungrily at her neck, nipping and sucking as she thrusts her fingers furiously. Clarke’s never been one to be quiet but tonight she bites into her lower lip that hard she draws blood in an attempt to quieten her moans. She can’t afford to be found by her friend, she just can’t, she couldn’t bare the satisfaction that particular brunette would get seeing her thrown out of the party. So she bites down harder and harder and as infuriating as it is she comes around Niylah’s fingers hard with the colour green etched into her mind.
*****
Clarke groans as the sound of her phone going off rouses her from welcomed sleep. Her eyes flutter open and there’s a momentary panic as she doesn’t know where she is, she turns briefly onto her back only to find a snoozing Niylah right beside her. Oh shit, damn Clarke your thirst, Clarke inwardly scolds herself as it dawns on her that they must have taken it further and gone back to Niylah’s house for a second round. She has no recollection of leaving Bellamy’s house however.
Reaching for her phone which luckily was placed nice and safely on a side table she notices that she has a text message from Raven.
[Raven Baeyes]: Yo Griffin, heard you left with Niylah last night? Where are you now? Fancy getting breakfast?
[The Griffalo]: Yep. Still at hers actually, no idea how I got here though, can we make that lunch? I’m still half asleep.
[Raven Baeyes]: Yeah sure whatevs. Is it true what else I heard.. you stole Niylah from Queen Alexandria?
[The Griffalo]: Ding ding, right again Reyes. They were making out, so I took my chance to get one over on that stuck up bitch, think my plan worked rather well!
[Raven Baeyes]: Wait, what? So is she like into girls or do you just think it was a drunky type thing?
[The Griffalo]: How the hell would I know? And to be honest I really don’t care.
But she does care.
*****
Monday morning came around far too quickly for Clarke’s liking and she’s so low on sleep after also going out on Saturday night that she can barely hold herself up against the wall as she waits outside her math classroom.
“Was it worth it, Clarke?” she isn’t sure what she flinches at the hardest, the sudden voice right next to her ear making her jump or the fact that the person who spoke her name clicked the k so salaciously it sent a jolt right to her core.
She turns to find Alexandria regarding her intently, her head slightly cocked to the side in silent question, if she couldn’t stand the sight of her so much she might of found the act endearing.
“Was what worth it?” she spits back, she doesn’t have the patience for a confrontation this morning, just let me live, she inwardly pleads.
“Making such a scene for my benefit, did it make you feel better?” her head tips even further to the side in almost mocking and Clarke has the sudden maddening urge to spit right at that perfectly sculpted face with that captivating jawline.
Clarke almost growls in frustration as the words just won’t come to her and the brunette knows she’s winning, she couldn’t look more smug than she does right now.
So she carries on, and Clarke just wants the ground to swallow her whole. She hates feeling so helpless, this never happens.
“Oh I’ve heard all about you, you’ve had pretty much everyone in the year group haven’t you?” she goads.
In a moment of genius, and she isn’t sure where it comes from but Clarke comes up with a cutting response which she utters with a playful lilt to the lips.
“Not everyone, not you”
Clarke’s smile grows wider when she notices a momentary falter in the brunette’s expression and she takes in the words that were spoken so teasingly they could be mistaken for flirting. Maybe it was flirting.
Eyelashes flutter and she blinks a couple of times before she collects herself and the brunette flings her head back in a hearty laugh which takes Clarke by surprise.
As this is going on Mr Kai has opened the classroom door and motioned for the class to enter. They begin walking in and the new girl leans in so as not to be overheard “I know you’ve got everyone here wrapped around your finger, literally, but I see people for what they really are, you may think you’re a princess because you get everything you want but I can see right through you”.
What the hell does she mean?
They’ve reached their desks and it almost looks like a standoff as Clarke stands almost too close to the infuriating girl with the unwavering stare who refuses to take her eyes off the cerulean depths burning with emotion inches away from her face.
Mr Kai clicks the door behind him. “Clarke, what are you doing? You’re meant to sit behind your desk not in front of it”
The brunette smirks, “yes Clarke, do as you’re told!”
“Shut up Alexandria” she replies in a totally childish sing song voice which she almost instantly groans at, why does your confidence just die and wither around this girl? she slumps down into her chair, a firm scowl plastered onto her face.
“It’s Lexa!” the girl in front chirps over her shoulder.