Arke High

Chapter 70

Octavia P.O.V
I laid on my stomach, mindlessly looking down at the play I was supposed to read for English. The play was Macbeth. The concept of the play was interesting enough, but I couldn't concentrate. It was Friday night, an had gotten home from another practice session with Lincoln. At the thought of his name I smiled. Lincoln was so nice, sweet, funny at times too. Not to mention that he was hotter than the sun. During the training sessions he pushed all of us hard, not as hard as Bellamy pushed his group, but hard enough to make me sore everywhere. The only downside was his age. I knew he had to be older than me, therefore I had casually asked how old he was while we were lifting weights. He answered saying he was twenty-four. I was truly discouraged by the fact that he was eight years older than me. He most likely saw me as a clueless child. Then I decided I was not going to let our age gap prevent me from turning on my charm to see if he felt the same way for me as I did for him. The gap wasn't even that large, but it would be difficult to flirt or have any sort of relationship with Lincoln with my lovely brother Bellamy constantly breathing down my back. Of course the fact that I the only time I was able to see Lincoln was during training in which Bellamy was always there. I should figure out a way to see him outside of training. Maybe I could ask for his phone number. No, he wouldn't just give me his phone. Would he? I sighed, and shook my head trying to focus on the play. I really needed to read this. English was not my best. In fact it was my lowest grade at a C+. I couldn't let it get any lower.
Act III Scene 1

Forres. The palace.

Though hast it now:king, Cawdor, Glaims, all,

As the weird women promised, and, I fear,

Thou play'dst most foully for't: yet it was said

Why was Shakespeare so odd? I didn't even understand this. I continued to read.

It should not stand in thou posterity,

But that myself should be the root and father

I should just asked Clarke what this means, she would definitely know. Wait a second, Clarke wouldn't just know that she would also know how to get Lincoln's phone number! She could even have it herself. I threw my book off my bed and quickly grabbed my cellphone. I speed dialed Clarke. It rang three times before she answered.

"Hello?"She asked breathlessly. I didn't pay much attention to her breathlessness, simply shrugging it off for now.

"Clarke!" I yelled.

"Ow Octavia jeez! Why do you have to scream?" She asked. I heard a chuckle, which I could only assume to belong to my brother, who I thought was in his room sleeping.

"That chuckle doesn't happen to belong to my dear older brother Bell, does it Clarke?" I questioned playfully.

"What? No of course not!" Her voice came out as squealish and not defensive whatsoever. I didn't even want to think of as to why her voice was so high and surpressed. After all it was my brother who was with her right now.

"I'll call you later and leave you to whatever you were doing." I said with a hint of teasing in my voice.

"Nothing of what you think we are doing is right." She told me. I rolled my eyes, I knew they weren't actually doing anything except possibly some major kissing. Still it was fun messing with Clarke, since she was such an innocent person to say the least.

"Whatever you say Clarkie, just warn me when I'm gonna be an auntie. I want to be the first to know."I heard Clarke groan in annoyance.

"Didn't I just tell you that we weren't do-" She began, but I cut her off.