Hey Princess

Sir Mop Head vs The Peasant

Clarke POV

What happened? She hated me, and then she was basically flirting with me in her own cocky way, and now she's back to hating me worse than before. I can't figure her out, what did I do wrong? What did I ever do to her? Does she think Murphy was my fault? Maybe that's it...

"Lexa," I say, breaking the silence, "about Murphy. I never sent him over to your table. It was him being an asshole and trying to show off for Octavia or some other girl. Trust me, nobody over there wanted him to make an ass out of himself like he did." I hope to hear some snarky comment back about how a Princess should have better control over her subjects or something like that. Instead she turns around, slightly nods, and keeps walking.

I sigh as we get to our math classroom. We're late as usual, so of course there's only two seats again. Perhaps this is my chance to talk to her. But as I'm walking to the open seats, she's walking to the kid sitting in the back corner.

"Move." I hear her say and he scrambles out of the desk and trips over to my seat. Guess I'll have to find a way to corner her later.

Math class drags on for what seems like weeks. Man, Mr. Kane doesn't know when to stop talking. He's almost as bad as Mr. Rothenberg, my English teacher. I keep glancing over at Lexa who looks uncharacteristically focused on her school work. She really might be avoiding me, but I have no clue what I'm doing wrong. Finally the sweet sound of freedom rings over the speaker and it's time to go to our final period of the day.

I begin quickly throwing things into my bag and somehow manage to knock it over and spill everything onto the floor. I've never been particularly graceful but I'm never this clumsy. I bend over to start collecting some of my things when all of sudden I feel another presence.  Lexa is there, gathering my assorted worksheets and pens that escaped. I smile slightly and carefully stuff everything back into my bag.

"I'm not usually this much of a clutz..." I say to her, hoping to get a response. She's silent, so I sigh and make my way to the door.

"I hope not, Princess. Otherwise how will you ever manage to find a Prince Charming?" she breaks the silence, smirks slightly, and walks past me. I smile but immediately shake my head, remembering that she means that as an insult. I trail after her and we walk to my next class. It's silent but comfortable, as if we're both subconsciously ok with each other now. If only our consciences could get the memo.

"Last class of the day. Do you need me to walk you to your bus? You seem like the type of person who could miss a giant bright yellow hunk of metal right outside the school." she says in her annoyingly condescending tone again. Remind me, why did I want her talking to me again?

"No it's fine, I think you've done your job," I respond back coolly.

"Perfect. I'll be here when the bell rings," she winks. Ah that's why. My heart flutters a little bit when she winks but I immediately dismiss it. I watch her retreating figure until the final bell rings and snaps me out of my trance.

I enter the class and realize that Bellamy is in it. He waves and I smile and walk over to him.

"Hey Bellamy! How's your first day been?" I ask.

"Better now that you're here," he says and I force a smile. It's been brought to my attention, by Octavia and Raven's vicious teasing, that Bellamy might have a small crush on me. And while I love hanging around him, he's like a big brother to me. I could never see him in that way. Most of the times we hang out my responses are genuine, but sometimes I get awkward when he says things like that.

Thankfully I'm saved by the teacher starting her long, boring lecture that lasts until the final minute of class. I can't help but smile as the minute hand makes it's final leap of faith towards the 12. The obnoxious bell, which has already given me a headache that's lasted all day, rings and we all begin to pack up.

I'm all packed up when I see Lexa waiting outside the classroom door for me. We make eye contact and I forget about everything, including the teacher viciously pointing at the homework, Bellamy excitedly chattering beside me, even my splitting headache that was nearly crippling a few seconds ago. More importantly I forget that the bag that I just slung over my shoulder was never zipped. For the second time today everything comes flying out of my bag. My face turns bright red as everyone turns to look at me and I hear a few stifled laughs.

God I'm such an idiot. Twice in one day I drop everything around her. She probably thinks I'm so clumsy. She probably doesn't even want to be around me anymore. Don't look up Clarke. She'll be gone and you'll just get depressed for the rest of the day.

For some reason I end up ignoring myself and glancing up at the now empty door frame. I allow my face to slightly fall. I screwed it all up again. I'm stuck in a whirl wind of self pity when I hear someone next to me clear their throat. I jump and then do a double take as I realize Lexa is next to me, holding a repacked bag that is now zipped.

"Two times in one day? You might not even earn your title as Princess anymore," I hear her say. I smile slightly and accept the bag from her.

I feel Bellamy brush past my shoulder and mumble, "bye, text me later". I frown, because usually his insane mood swings have a clear cause, but I can't see one this time.

"Your knight in shining... mop hair over there is just upset because I beat him to your bag. Guess he doesn't like coming in second. Especially when it comes to the affections of his dearest princess," Lexa says sneering. She sounds almost... territorial. I don't know if that's the right word. I shake it off and walk with her out to the buses.

"Where's your bus?" I ask her.

"I drive with Anya"

"Oh ok then, will you be walking me to my classes tomorrow?"

"Haven't you found them yet Princess?"

"Yeah but..."

"Careful there your highness. You're sounding close to eager to be spending time with the lowly peasants. Now what would Sir. Mop Head think of that?" she jokes, leaning slightly closer to me due to the swarm of students pushing against us.

"Sir Mop Head's name is Bellamy and he doesn't own me because I'm not a princess. So I guess you'll see me tomorrow before first bell."

"I guess I will," she says and turns around to walk away before turning back around to spit out a final word,"Princess." She smirks and walks away, ignoring my middle finger aimed directly at her.

If you're wondering why Clarke's mom drove her to school but now she's taking the bus, I just figured Clarke being Clarke would want the few extra moments of sleep that are stolen by the bus. Sue me if you want.