Scandals Aren't All Bad

Had she just flirted? [ pt 3 ]

Clarke's POV
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Clarke had been walking in the lonely halls heading to class. She had lost sight of Octavia just as she had turned the corner at the end of another hall.
Soon enough, Clarke reached the end of the hall. Just as she turned around the corner, someone jumped out at her making her shriek. As they terrified her, they shouted,

"You freaking lesbian!"

And that's when Clarke knew who it was. Apart from her friend Wells and her ex boyfriend Finn, Octavia was the only one who jumped out at her like that. And... the only one who would cry that out.

"Would you keep your voice down!" Clarke snapped in a high pitched voice.

"So you admit it?" Octavia had a grin plastered on her face.

"No! I mean, no! I'm not admitting anything!" Clarke protested.

Octavia simply rolled her eyes as if annoyed. "Don't bother lying princess, I can tell when your lying." She commented. "Your voice gets all high, you get defensive, and you stutter."

"I... I mean, no." Clarke struggled for words but obviously failed. Clarke released a frustrated sigh.
"Whats your angle Octavia?"

"My angle?" Octavia stopped walking and turned towards the blonde stepping in front of her so she would stop too. "Clarke, remember Finn?"

"Of course I do. How could I forget." Clarke spoke in a bitter tone which was extremely noticeable. She gritted her teeth. Finn and her might've broken up because he cheated on her with her old friend Raven, but they had somehow managed to have a healthy friendship. Sure Clarke got upset thinking about it, but they were pretty good friends for people who used to date each other.

"Yeah well I saw your look. You--"

"What look?"

"I used to catch you gazing at Finn all the time! You were giving Ms. Woods the look you give someone who you like or are madly in love with."

"Okay first of all, I don't have a look. Second of--"

"Yes you do Clarke."

"Second of all, Ms. Woods. Why do you think we call her that."

'"Because she wouldn't tell us her first name, duh." Octavia spoke as if it was obvious. It was, but that wasn't the answer Clarke was leaning too.

"Well, true, but O, she's our teacher. And it's wrong. Nothing could ever happen between us. And you should know that." Clarke concluded. She spoke the truth but part of her didn't want to believe it.
Just like she didn't want to forget the 5 seconds that her lips had been on the brunettes. Clarke felt as if she could still feel Ms. Woods lips on her own.
her lips were still tingling, and she could still taste the brunette as well.
Her soft lips had tasted like vanilla, mixed with strawberries.
Clarke felt as if she could never forget the taste that she craved. The taste that she would give anything just to have it again.
Even if the kiss was a mistake and an accident, it felt so real. It felt how it used to feel when she kissed Finn.
She felt an instant connection and spark just as they had kissed. And she hadn't felt that in so long.
Before, she believed that she couldn't ever again. But now she did. And she would never be able to get it because Ms. Woods was her fucking teacher.

Clarke was pulled out of her thoughts when Octavia seemed to have been shaking her by the shoulder.

"Hello!! Arkadia to Clarke! Come in Clarke!" Octavia said cleared impatiently.

"Right. What was your point?"

"Forget about my point Clarke. But congrats!" Her friend pushed her playfully on the shoulder.

"Congrats?" Clarke looked at her with a raised eyebrow slightly confused. She had a feeling she wouldn't appreciate octavias answer.

"You got to second base with a teacher. And a hot teacher. No one ever gets that far." Octavia teased.

Clarke sighed shifting the books in her arms. "Octavia," she started,

"Plus you kissed her! And you got on top of her! I think this could be the start of something new!" Octavia grinned widely then sprinted down the hall. And Clarke instantly knew that she wanted her to chase after her.

Clarke ran after the brunette, but the heavy books in her arms didn't help her situation. Soon, they reached their class and walked to the second row, taking their usual seats.

"Girls you're late." Marcus Kane, most likely the substitute for the day, spoke up signalling them out.

"Sorry sir. My friend here, Clarke, she had a little encounter with Ms.---"

"Okay!" Clarke interrupted her before she could finish that sentence.

"Okay...?" Marcus shook his head clearly confused. "Alright folks, open your textbooks up to page 419." He instructed.
Clarke began to do as she was told, forcing herself not to look over at Octavia who was obviously staring at her with a smirk playing against her lips.

She was too distracted to even hear what the substitute was discussing among the class of bored kids.

Maybe I like clumsy.
Maybe I like clumsy.
Maybe I like clumsy...

It just kept repeating over and over again in her mind! Had she just flirted with her? Clarke had no idea.
She barely knew the older girl so she didn't know if that's how she flirted or not.
For all she knew, Lexa didn't ever flirt with anyone. Especially with a girl.
And a student.

"Clarke. Why don't you give us the answer to my question."

"Clarke," Octavia whispered over to Clarke urgently.

"What." She snapped.

Octavia motioned to the front of the class as Marcus stared at her expectantly.

"Oh. Uh,"

Suddenly there was a soft gentle knock on the door as Marcus drew his attention away from the blonde. He walked over to the door, and Octavia, taking this opportunity, pulled out her headphones, plugged them into her phone, and began to headnod to her music as if she was the only one in the class. They weren't allowed to listen to music in class. Teachers believed it was a distraction.

A bunch of students around Clarke, started to talk in small groups. Clarke ignored everyone around her and opened her Sketchbook. She pulled out her drawing pencils and erasers, and she began to draw. She wasn't paying attention to what she was drawing. Normally, she would let her hand do all the drawing and she would let it do it's work. She heard a familiar voice and her hand froze on her paper.

Clarke looked up from her Sketchbook and it was true.
The voice she had heard did belong to the girl she knew as Ms. Woods.