Dare you to love me

Welcome to the USA

This is my first fan fic so please give it a chance. Hopefully the writing is okay. It starts a little simular to other sotries on here but I will be taking it down a different path a few chapters in.

 It's different to the stories that I have read on here before so I hope that you give it a go and stick with it. Later chapters will feature mature content. Please leave a comment if you have any ideas and vote if you like what you read. 

Lot's of angst and drama ahead if that's the sort of story you are into... and of course some SMUT once Clexa get together... which they normally do in these stories. 

Enjoy :)

Clarke's POV

Today is the day I have been dreading ever since stepping off the plane at the airport. Moving across the world is difficult enough, but when you are being thrown into a different high school, a different culture this late in life, it makes my stomach churn.

I know I won't know anyone there, I had always struggled to make friends, even back in Primary school when all kids are supposed to just have fun and play games. High school was even harder, things happened at home clouding my mind even during school hours. All families have secrets, I know that. But mine were dark and unforgiving. 

However, my mum seemed to think we were a happy perfect family. Ever since my Dad died she's been in denial about how she really feels about everything. She just goes by her day with a fake smile on her face, but really I know that she is still broken. She misses him just as much as I do, but there are reasons that I miss him that she can never know about. She wouldn't look at me the same way again if she knew the truth... the truth about another man in our lives. Our old lives thankfully. 

Despite my history I felt dissapointed about our move from England. The threat wasn't there anyomre and I felt as though we were moving closer to uncertainty and danger. She says it is good for us, a fresh start, but I can't help but hate her for making us move. I just hope to myself that there are somethings that I can leave in the past. Like I said,s omethings that I have never told anyone about. The reason I can't allow myself to get close to anyone. 

 She never would have moved here if it weren't for her getting a great promotion. She makes out as if it were for my benefit moving here, to better my life and offer a better education. I scoff at the thought. I had told her how I felt about the move but my oppinion wasn't really taken into consideration. She had made her decision before even speaking to me. 

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"Mum, where is my grey hoodie?" I shout down the stairs, hanging my head out of the bedroom door. I still hadn't unpacked some boxes yet. Only taking out what I really needed over the next few weeks. Mostly clothes, straightners and bathroom items. Most imprtantly I had unpacked my sketch book and unwrapp my guitar case from it's bubble wrap. 

"Down here Clarke! Come on we are going to be late. It's your first day" She yells back at me.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. God mum, can you please not move my things without asking me" I stomp down the stairs grabbing my hoodie, unleashing my blonde hair from being trapped within. I decided was going to make a proper effort, it being my first day in a new place and everything. But then I thought, why bother? Who exactly am I trying to impress? 

I've never had a boyfriend so the chances of me impressing anyone on my first day of high school were pretty slim. I had little knowledge of American high schoole xcept from what I have seen on the TV and if the girls there look anything like the media portrays them then I really don't stand a chance. Everything was so different here, it was strange not having to wear a uniform everyday and think about what I am going to wear the night before. 

My mum tries to speak to me in the car but I don't entertain her. She is going on about making sure that I know where I am going. That I should try and make friends with people as soon as possible and that I should do everything my teachers ask me to do. She tells me that I look nice and that maybe I will catch a boys eye. I roll my eyes, she really doesn't understand anything. I think to myself. 

I just grunt and nod every now and again. My thoughts on other things, more important things. Like what if I'm bullied on my first day? I never make any friends? That I'm known as the weird British kid who is constantly made fun of. I was exactly swamped with friends back in the UK, but at least I knew I could just get on with my school day in piece, without being bothered.

I missed the best friend that I did have though, Ontari. She had always been there for me. I feel like she knew what was going on with my private life without me even having to tell her. We never spoke about it but I could almost feel like she just knew. The day I had to leave we both just cried and spent as much time together as we could. We had been through a lot together, she had come out to me when she was 13. Because our families were both part of the church we knew that she couldn't tell them. If she had of even told my mum my mum would have banned her from the house and probably have told her parents. It was our secret and I felt so guilty that I had to suddenly leave her alone with such a big secret. 

I briskly say bye to my mum as she drops me off outside the school, the huge school that looks more like a university campus. There were kids swarming around everywhere, I felt like I was being swallowed up already and I hadn't even entered the building. I follow the sign outside the building stating which direction the pupil reception was in. I try to avoid eye contact with those who pass me. Some look at me as if to question where I had popped up from, others might as well have walked right through me.

I make my way over to the pupil reception and see a large, blonde looking lady typing away on her computor. I shyly approach her, not quite knowing what to say. 

"Well, hi there, you need something honey?" The woman behind the reception desk asks in an overly friendly tone.

"I'm Clarke... Clarke Griffin, I start here today. I got told to come here and get my schedule." I tell her, needing to clear my throat, nerves already taking over.

"Ah, our new arrival from the UK.... Here you go honey," She reaches down and grabs some papers from the top drawer in her desk. "You need to head to home room first. The teacher there has been informed to select a pupil to guide you around the school for the next few days."

I thank her and walk away. Carefully shuffling my walk down the corridor, trying not to bang into anyone. I feel like the only person who doesn't know what they are doing or where they are going. 

 "Great" I think to myself, "I'll need to actually make conversation with someone, I'm sure I could find my way around on my own... eventually". I shake away my negative thoughts and try to turn them around. 

"Come on Clarke, make an effort, you never know this pupil night end up being a great friend". Trying to ignore my inner voices, I head to the room I have been told to attend. That's when the bell goes. Great late on my first day, can it get any worse?

Eventually I find the class and take a deep breathe. Okay Clarke you got this. Taking one final deep breathe I open the door and pray that I won't get laughed at for being late.

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Okay, so there is the first chapter. Hopefully you will stick with the story. It will get better, with more action. I just need to establish the characters back stories first.