Kiss me, Not

The Baton

"Section 4-6! I am proud to announce that your fellow classmates," waving for the three participants to step forward, "Octavia, Clarke and Finn have decided join the relay race!" Mr Cage announced with a shaky voice. Is he gonna cry again? Clarke thought as she peeked at Edward Cullen wannabe.

The entire class cheered and "woohoo-ed" at the top of their lungs. Flinging their arms and fists in the air, stomping their feet on the concrete ground. Clarke couldn't help but feel uplifted. Her spirit was high. She had never been cheered on before. She could almost feel her face tearing apart from her wide grins.

"Everybody! Please cheer for your classmates! Today..., " pointing to the ground with his index finger, "is our day! Today... is the day that section 4-6 will rise from the bottom!" Mr Cage's motivation speech made the entire class roared and yelled in unison, everybody were on their feet, stomping hard and unrelenting. Clarke almost thought that the floor will crumble apart, as it shook under her feet.

"Section 4-6! Are you ready to fight!" Mr Cage bellowed with his fist in the air.

"YEAH!!!" They all shouted together.

"Let's get out there and show them what we've got!" Their teacher bellowed pointing towards the door. They immediately marched out of the classroom chanting full heartedly, "4-6! 4-6! 4-6!"

Octavia and Clarke were undeniably brazened by the support that their classmates were giving.

"4-6! 4-6! 4-6!" They recited.

As they ran down the corridor, pumping their fists at passer – by who were watching them comically. This is gonna be our day! Go 4-6! The blonde swore inside her head. Once the entire class arrived at the field, everybody settled down by the bleachers along with the other spectators. Wide handmade banners were already propped up, drums at hand getting ready to beat the hell out of it and black paint struck across their eyes with deep menacing glares to partner with. Clarke looked back at her classmates' effort, she couldn't help but smile at how united they were.

"Clarke," Octavia patted the blonde and ushered her with Finn.

"Here's the plan guys. We do what we've practice for the past few days and we should be fine. I will run first. Those obstacles are easy. Clarke you'll be second, you know what to do right? This is the longer stretch. You have to keep up your speed, stretch your legs, alright?" Clarke nodded determinedly, "Finn you'll be the last runner, sprint. Sprint all the way until the end. Don't look back."

"Okay, you got it," Finn punched his fist on his palm and shouted, "Let's do this thing! 4-6! 4-6! 4-6!" Soon the entire class were chanting along with them.

"Wow, would you look at that. First time 4-6 being all united and shit. Aww how adorable." The three runners turned around and saw Anya, Lincoln and Lexa walking passed them. "Are you sure you're gonna win, Blake? Cause we've got the best athletes in school," nodding at Lincoln and Lexa's direction.

"Yeah! Of course we will win! You'll see!" Clarke bellowed, puffing with invisible smoke through her nose and what made her more agitated was when Lexa turned around and scoffed at her. As if she was a complete joke of the century. "Oh we're gonna show them. Octavia you better run fast. Fast I tell ya! We better get this locked down and sealed tight!" the blonde aggressively declared as she slowly paced away to her position.

5 minutes later,

Bang!

And off they go.

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"Hey look at 4-6," Anya uttered amusingly, "those idiots are making such a ruckus. They think they can outrun us. Pathetic," she sighed as she walked towards their direction.