Lexa defends Clarke at school
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The sound of shuffling feet and slamming lockers filled the halls as crowds of students filtered out of classrooms and in the direction of the cafeteria; Clarke Griffin being one of them. The blonde soft-spoken girl tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and kept her eyes focused on the ground in front of her as she slowly moved with the flow of the crowd. Knowing she would have to sit all alone at a table because her only friend was in a different lunch filled her stomach with dread at the inevitable. She prayed and hoped that the universe would be kind to her today and allow her to make it through her lunch without any trouble.
Clarke sighed deeply, having gone through the line and gotten her lunch, she was now making her way through the endless rows of tables trying to find one the furthest from all the other rowdy tables so she wouldn't have to deal with anyone who decided to make her lunch experience miserable. Luckily, she was able to snag one off on the more secluded side of the cafeteria. Quickly moving her feet, she slid into one of the many empty seats and began her meal.
She started to think that maybe she was actually lucky today. That was, until she realized her luck had run dry when one of the many jocks made his way over to her table.
"Yo Griffin," he called out. She winced at his booming voice and quickly glanced around the cafe, noticing that some eyes turned in their direction before turning her gaze back in the direction of the boy.
"What do you want Murphy?" she timidly replied.
"What? I can't visit my favorite nerd?" he teased.
"Just leave me alone," she pleaded.
"Nah." With that he plopped down in the seat next to her and began meddling with her food. He picked up the apple that was sitting innocently at the corner of her tray and bit into it, chewing obnoxiously loud.
"So what's up with you loser?", he said in between chews, "Where's tweedle dum? Did she finally decide to ditch you?"
"Fuck off Murphy," she spat.
"Wow, nerd has bite. No need to be rude. I'm just saying she can do so much better." He shrugged as he leaned back in his chair.
"Take that crap and put it back where it belongs: up your ass," she retorted, thoroughly pissed off with his insults.
"What did you say you little rat?" he snarled, standing up and towering over her menacingly.
"Oh crap," she thought as she rose to her feet as well, trying to keep them at an equal level. But that quickly disappeared as he began backing her up against the wall. Her eyes quickly darted around the room to see if anyone was going to come to her rescue, but no one came forward, leaving her to suffer the consequence of her actions.
"Do you wanna say that one more time?" he threatened, shoving her roughly causing her head to collide with the hard wall. Wincing in pain, her eyes grew wide when she saw that he had his fist raised. She closed her eyes and awaited the pain that was about to hit her, but the sound of boots scraping against the floor interrupted the scene. Slowly, she opened one eye, the other quickly followed after and they both landed on a girl with brown curls standing in front of the two of them. She was dressed in a black leather jacket with a grey t-shirt underneath along with tattered jeans and black combat boots. She had her arms crossed and was staring intensely at the boy with his fist raised.
"Leave her alone Murphy," she growled.
"I don't think so, Lexa. This little bitch has to pay for what she said," he retorted, shooting a threatening glare at the girl now named Lexa.
