Scandals Aren't All Bad

Stop.

Lexas POV
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Who the hell was this guy? Is this another one of Clarke's boyfriends? Were they together? Was this boy in love with Clarke? How old is he? Is he older than Clarke or the same age? No he can't be older... he said he was Octavias older brother...

Bitter thoughts ran through the brunettes head. All she could think of was Clarke saying yes to his offer. Saying yes and giving him permission to take her out.

Lexa knew she blew her shot. They didn't know each other well and they barely knew each other for more than a day. Lexa didn't have the right to say something to the blonde.

She could possibly change her mind... but Lexa knew unfortunately that it wasnt her place to say something to the blonde.

As the girl made her way down the hall that was filling with students, she heard someone shout out to her and she didn't have to turn to know who it was.

Clarke Griffin.

She was probably running towards her to explain that she had a date with the boy. And how excited she was...

Lexa clenched her jaw acting as if she didn't hear her. She turned a corner quickly, heading to her class. Once she arrived, she saw that everyone had left and she noticed that there was a mess.

Papers were everywhere, the desks seemed to have shifted around, it was like her previous class took the advantage of her leaving the class, and they trashed the place.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, she made her way to the middle of the quiet classroom and she began to organize the desks, pushing them back to where their original place was. Once she was halfway done, there was a faint knock on the doorframe.

The brunette turned towards the door revealing that the girl was in fact, Clarke.

"What do you want Clarke. I'm very busy."

"Yes I can see that. You're pushing desks around. You're a very busy girl." Clarke rolled her eyes speaking mockingly.

"Remember what I said about mockery Ms. Griffin?"

"Yeah of course I do. I remember every single word you say to me." Clarke mumbled softly.

Lexa was in the process of pushing a desk, her back towards Clarke. She froze gripping the sides of the desk. She restrained herself from the urge of glancing over her shoulder towards the girl.

Instead, Lexa shut her eyes tightly trying to remove the picture of Clarke out of her head.

Lexa slowly opened her eyes when she felt faint warm breath on the back of her neck.
She hadn't even heard the blonde sneak up behind her.

Lexa refused to turn around. She couldn't stand looking into those blue ocean like eyes without wanting to kiss her soft pink plump lips...

"Lexa, look at me please."
Clarke said gently.

The brunette said nothing, and didn't even turn to face her. she couldn't. She couldn't face the blonde. She just couldn't.

"Lexa..."

Lexa felt Clarkes' warm lips press up against Lexas left ear. "Please look at me." Clarke bit Lexas earlobe softly and pulled, releasing.

This girl was seriously getting in her head. Lexa felt herself shiver when Clarke's warm breath made contact with the side of her neck and she whimpered slightly.

This is wrong.
This is wrong.
THIS IS WRONG.

those three sane words kept repeating in her head. But for some odd reason, she could care less.

suddenly she felt the blondes' lips pressing up against her jaw line and she made a trail of soft kisses down Lexas neck.

Lexa shut her eyes leaning back into the blonde, resting her head on her students shoulder.

"Turn around Lexa..."

Slowly Lexa began to regain her senses.

"Clarke..." she whispered shakily. "Its--"

"Whatever you say, Ms. Woods." She purred in her ear flirtatiously.

Lexas eyes opened and she turned to face the blonde.

"I love your green eyes." Clarke whispered touching noses with Lexas.

"I love yours too Clarke."

A smirk crept onto Clarke's plump pink lips and she leaned closer into the brunette, brushing her lips briefly against Lexas barely touching them.

Fuck Clarke was such a tease...

Lexa couldn't take it anymore. She tried to restrain herself but she couldn't any longer. The girl felt a sudden hunger as if she wanted Clarke but she couldn't get enough of her. Lexa wrapped her arms around Clarke's waist, tugging her closer and pressed their bodies together. She pressed her lips firmly against Clarke's with eager.

The blonde definitely was taken by surprise. But she didn't hesitate for one moment to kiss her back. Their lips moved with sinc and both girls kissed roughly with passion.

Clarke pulled Lexas hair out of it's partly tight bun and Lexas hair fell freely around her shoulders.

Their kisses became more heated and their hands roamed each others body freely.

Their short breaths were basically the only sounds filling the classroom and Clarke attempted to push Lexa further back into the desk which wasn't possible anymore. After a moment, Clarke made her way down Lexas neck and Lexa gasped. "Clarke..." she breathed out.

The blonde ignored her and continued to plant soft kisses on the flesh of Lexas neck.

"Clarke, we have to stop." She said urgently.

"I don't want to stop." Clarke said as if whining. The younger girl drag her lips up Lexas neck and kissed her again.

The brunette couldn't help but kiss her back. She knew it was completely wrong but she couldn't stop herself.

"Clarke," she spoke between the firm kisses but Clarke dove back in again once she began to pull back.

"Lexa just give in. Who cares if this is wrong. I want you." Clarke said then pulled on Lexas bottom lip.

"Clarke stop." She pulled back and her lips were tingling. They felt cold without the blondes' and she wanted to kiss her again but she didn't know what she'd do if someone walked in or saw them.

"I don't get it Lexa," Clarke created distance between the two and she sat on the surface of the desk across from Lexas.

"Clarke, i--"

"Save it please. I don't get you. You act like you're into me but then you reject me. What is it that you want?" She demanded harshly.
"You know what? I could care less." Hoping off the desk, she made her way to the door.

"Clarke please, i--"

Its done. I'm done." With that, the blonde slammed the door and she was out of sight.