I swear fealty to you (Clexa fanfic)

Part 1

Clarke POV:

"Are you guys excited for our Senior year?!" Octavia squealed excitedly from the phone. Raven, Octavia and I have been best friends for so long and we always looked forward to the first day of school, a fresh start from last year. "I wouldn't say I'm quite as excited as you," Raven said sarcastically, making fun of Octavia.

"Now you too, it's the first day, do I really need to step in" I said in my motherly voice, gaining laughs from both of the girls. I put on my white flowy shirt and jean skirt, we all liked to dress up a little on the first day, to make a good impression on the year.

"Clarke it's time to go" I heard my mom call to me from downstairs. "You guys heard that, I have to go. I'll see you two at school" I told them as I hung up the phone. I ran down the stairs, grabbed a few pieces of bacon my mom made for me and I headed out the door.

I arrived early, like always, and excited to see my friends. I sat down by a tree and waited for them when I saw two girls running over to me screaming. I quickly got up and joined them in a big hug. I hadn't seen them in weeks because of the family vacation we took. "You guys ready?" Raven asked us. "Of course we all responded" laughing and catching up with what we did over the summer.

The bell rang so we all got up and headed to our separate classes. I had art. I love art class, it was my favorite class of the day and the teacher loved me. I spend most of my time in the art room, painting and drawing whatever I possibly can. I loved it. I would get lost in my artwork so often that my friends would play games to see who would get me to look up first.

It didn't bother me though, I knew they loved me, they just didn't understand. I mean I could look out at the sky for so long watching, dreaming, painting, and they would start to get bored immediately. I didn't mind it because it was like I had something for myself, something I could do on my own.

Lexa POV:

"UGGHH" "SHUT UP!" I yelled as I slapped my alarm clock so hard it smashed to pieces. "Great, another thing I'll get yelled at for, along with being late to the first day of school." I mumbled to myself. I have no motive to be there, classes are boring and I have no one to talk to. Sure I'm popular at school and everyone knows who I am but for mostly the wrong reasons. Nobody actually knows anything about me though and I was okay with that.

I basically crawled out of my bed, in the most dramatic way ever. I stood up and slid on black ripped jeans, converse and an oversized t-shirt making sure I cover my body. No questions asked. I don't really care if it's the first day, I'm not getting dressed up like everyone else. There is no point.

I tiptoed down the stairs trying not to wake up my dad, I really don't need another lecture right now. I've had my fair share of them since I was a kid, and it only got worse after my mom died, well my adoptive mom and dad. Not even bothering to get any food, I just left, not looking back. I couldn't.

I arrived at school, late per usual. The new kids at school saw me and immediately ran inside. That's my favorite part of school. Nobody messes with me, they don't even try, cause if they do, they usually end up with broken bones and a messed up face.

I walked into class, earning stares from all the students who were at their desks. "Do you see something you like?" I said slightly annoyed to the whole class, earning laughs and giggles across the room from everyone except the teacher. She was not amused.

"Ms. Woods, you're late" she said and she crossed her arms. "And you can tell time" I snapped back, earning more laughs from the rest of the class. Again, she was not amused by my comments. "Detention, after school today Ms. Woods" she said in a domineering tone and I rolled my eyes.

Whatever, I don't care. It's better than being home at this point. The only thing I would be missing is the soccer interest meeting. But it doesn't even matter if I go or not, the coach gave me a permanent position on the team this year. He has to because I am the best at the school it's the only thing I'm actually good at.

Lunch was an absolute nightmare. People were running all over the cafeteria trying to find their friends. "Eww" I said quietly at the sight of everyone laughing and running around. This is why I don't like people. They are so affectionate. So I just walked away and ate outside in the quiet. It's peaceful and I like it.

The rest of the day was slow and uneventful. I didn't particularly feel like breaking anyone's arm on the first day, call it being nice if you will. I already had detention so I didn't want any more issues stacking up or I would lose my spot on the team.

The three cruel hours of detention I had from my outburst in class were up. I went home, counting my steps and slowly walking. Stalling the moment I had to walk through the doors, hoping my dad would be passed out drunk on the couch.

To my luck, I opened the door and there he was, waiting for me. His face gave a devilish smile as I walked through the door. It's like this is the only pleasure he gets during the day. I tried to walk straight past him, not looking him in the eye and trying to get up the stairs and into my room. "WAIT!" He yelled at me as he grabbed my arm, pulling me back in front of him. My eyes caught his and I immediately dropped all my stuff in preparation so it would hurt less.

He grabbed me by the shirt and slung me against the wall. "Why did I get a call that you had detention? I thought I raised you better?" He said angrily, waiting for my response before he did anything else. "You did," I replied as I squeezed my fists together as an outlet for the rage pulsing through my body. I trying not to make eye contact with him but that didn't help because he swung his fist into my stomach repeatedly till I physically couldn't stand anymore.

I was gasping for air and kneeling on the floor. I finally caught my breath thinking it was over. I stood up, only to have a foot hit my chest putting me back on my place on the ground. This time with blood coming out of my mouth. "Next time, do as you're told and don't get into trouble," he told me, spitting fire, as he grabbed another beer out of the fridge. "GET UP YOUR BEING WEAK," he yelled out to me as I was using the wall as my crutch to get up the stairs.

I managed my way to the sink in the bathroom. Looking at my bleeding self in the mirror. "It's not that bad" I told myself, and that was true, well at least I believed it. I've gotten worse from him over the years. I pulled off my clothes carefully and hobbled into the shower, rinsing of the blood. The warm water was stinging the new purple spots forming on my torso and the older ones that sat on my body were fading away. It was a never ending cycle.

I got out of the steamy shower and I looked into the foggy mirror. I swiped my hand across it to see my reflection, getting to see the fully formed bruises on my chest. "Great" I muttered, throwing more clothes over my body. I could already hear my dad snoring, drunk and passed out on the couch. "Great first day Lexa" I said sarcastically to myself in the mirror before heading to my room for the night.