You have my heart

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Hey, I hope you enjoy this. Slight SMUT warning.

Lexa POV

I'm dragged to the Principal's office and I know whatever is about to happen won't be good. Harper is waiting outside with another teacher. I can't believe I just lost my cool like that with my 'best friend', in front of Clarke and the rest of the school. If people weren't talking before, they will be now.

"Are you going to tell me what all that was about? '' The Principle enquiries as he slides into the black leather chair behind his desk. I just shrug my shoulders, unable to even think what I should say.

"It's just that this isn't like you and given the football scholarship you have been offered, do you not think that it was a really stupid thing to do?"

I nod my head this time, knowing my actions could cause me to lose everything I have worked for. But would I defend Clarke again? Absolutely.

This time he doesn't speak, wanting me to explain why I did what I did.

"She pushed Clarke, she has something against her. She badly hurt her at training and on her first day back today she went for her again. I was just defending my friend" Okay so I told a half truth but I thought that it was better than to tell a complete lie.

"Yes, I heard about an event at training the other day. What reason exactly does she have to feel this way about Clarke?" He stands from his desk and sits on the corner of it crossing his arms.

"Because I stuck up for her and I think she feels as though she is losing me as a friend. I wouldn't stand to see anyone be bullied Sir"

"Okay well, be that as it may, I can not condone violent behaviour in my school. I won't mark this on your record, because I know what it will cost you and that your intentions were good. However, I am going to ask you to take a leave of absence for 2 days, just until all this blows over and it looks as though the school has taken action"

I can't help but let out a sigh of relief. I thank him and stand to leave his office.

"Oh and Miss Woods" He adds as I turn to leave. "Be thankful that I used to play golf with your Father on the weekends" Again, I nod and smirk as I exit, that name Woods has some use after all.

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I head to my locker, grabbing anything that I think I will need over the next few days. I hope to see Clarke, but I know that she will be in class,

I stuff my things into my bag and kick the door as I head out of school, towards my car and drive in the direction of home.

I try to make myself busy when I get home, I do some school work and then head into the garden to play some football.

I've texted Clarke a few times but haven't got a reply from her. I can't help but feel sick, thinking that I have ruined us already. I smash the football against the wall and groan, falling onto the grass holding my hands to my face.

"What has that ball ever done to you?" A familiar voice asks from the glass doors on the other side of the garden.

I sit bolt upright and look in the direction of the house. There she was looking as gorgeous as she ever has done. Smiling at me warmly, yes smiling, not a single look of anger or disappointment in her eyes.

"Hey... what are you... how did you get in my house?" I smirk at her standing up and heading in her direction.

"Your maid let me in. How is the delinquent?" SHe hops to me, sitting on one of the plastic garden chairs.

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