Scandals Aren't All Bad

Maybe I like clumsy [ pt3 ]

Clarke's POV
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She had bigger concerns.
Like the fact that she was still on top of this girl, and still hadn't gotten off of her!

"Shit, I... Shit." Clarke was a stuttering mess. She struggled to size to her feet, for some reason using this girls' leg to host herself to her feet, but then her hand slipped and she fell onto the girl again. But this time, it was much worst.

One of Clarke's hands were set on this girls' firm abdomen, and the other was...

Lets just say Clarke reached second base with a compleate gorgeous stranger.

But it didn't end there.

When Clarke had slipped, she had closed the distance between their faces and her lips pressed up against this girls'.

Clarkes eyes widened. And so did the brunettes.

But she figured the brunette was much more weirded out by the situation then Clarke was.

Clarke pulled away quickly, looking down at the girl in complete shock. She met eyes with Octavia who had a hand placed over her mouth, her eyes were wide, and she could tell that octavia was doing everything she could to keep from laughing.

"Oh crap. I'm... I'm such an idiot. I'm a klutz." Clarke rambled on trying to explain herself. The girl just shook her head with a small smirk on her face that faded quickly as she gazed up at Clarke.

"Hey, i--"

"No let me finish. I don't know why
that happened. I'm clumsy. As I said before hand. But let me just say. I didn't ft do it intentionally and I am not going to seduce you or anything. Not that I do that!" Clarke was turning extremely red.

The girl had an amused smile which Clarke found extremely adorable.

"Whats your name?" The girl asked seeming confident about this whole situation.

"C-Clarke. Clarke Griffin."

"Well Clarke, let me start by asking you if you could please get off of me."

Clarke nodded vigorously. "Yes of course." Carefully and slowly to avoid another incident like this, she climbed off of her and rose to her feet.

This girl rose to her feet as well, brushing herself off and straightening off her clothing then she bent down, starting to gather up the books.

"Oh let me help you." Clarke offered without hesitation. She bend down across from her, beginning to pick the books up off of the floor.

Without realizing it, they both reached for the same textbook and their hands brushed briefly, sending am electric jolt through her body. Her hands were soft, and warm. Clarke just wished she could touch them a little bit longer...

Their eyes met for a brief second, but this girl broke the eye contact quickly and she rose to her feet. She handed Clarke her books and Clarke handed her the books that belonged to her.

"Thank you Clarke."

Clarke loved the way she said her name. The way it rolled off of her lips. Everything about it.

"Yeah, thanks to you as well. May I.." she cleared her throat. "May I ask what your name is?"

The girl chuckled. "Call me Ms. Woods." She commented with a smirk.

"Clarke, class. Now." Octavia urged.

She had completely forgotten that her best friend had witnessed the whole thing.

It was starting to dawn onto her that this girl was a teacher. Even worse. she hadn't seen her around before so she figured she was the new History teacher everyone was ranting about.

This could not be good.

"Ah. Yes. You do not want to be late for your first class of the day."
Ms. Woods pointed out with a nod of agreement to Octavia.

Clarke nodded slightly. She looked into her eyes for one more moment before she walked past her. Octavia had already headed down the hall and probably thought Clarke was right behind her.

"Ha! You kissed a teacher! Not only that, you kissed a girl! And she's pretty damn hot too!"

Clarke froze embarrassed in her tracks. Octavia turned seeing Clarke wasn't behind her like she had expected. Octavias eyes landed on Ms. Woods.

Ms. Woods had a raised eyebrow at Octavia giving her a firm look.

With that, Octavia ran down the hall and slipped around the corner, out of sight.

Clarke sighed.

First day full of events...

Not how she wanted to start her day off. She hadn't planned to get embarrassed. She hadn't planned to trip over those stupid books. She hadn't planned any of it. It just happened and she wished it hadn't.

She began to head down the hallway, without a word to Ms. Woods.
Clarke could be wrong, but she could feel her green eyes burning into Clarke's back.

"Ms. Griffin?"

Clarke turned to the sound of the beautiful calm voice, and faced the teacher.

"Maybe I like clumsy." Ms. Woods called down the hall with a smirk, before she turned on her heels, disappearing around the corner.