Who am I? Who do I want to be? ~ A The 100 High School AU

Chicken and Detention

Lexa's POV
Tuesday 7:30 a.m (2 weeks later)

It's been quite a while since the yoghurt incident. Clarke and I spent some time together to plan the perfect payback.

The school photographer is gonna shoot the year book pictures today, during biology class.
I check the time and look around.

»Clarke! Get over here.«

Clarke's POV

This is gonna be great.

We've been watching Bellamy for the past few days and figured that he enters the boys bathroom each day at exactly 7:35-7:40

Perfect for our trap.

Bellamy's POV

Welp.
Yearbook pics today. I gotta look awesome.
Not that I don't look flawless anyway, but I need the reassurance.

Okay first things first, peeing, washing my hands because I'm not a pig, checking my outfit and then my hair.

As I enter the bathroom I feel something rather sticky than wet pouring over me.

GROSS.
And if the honey, I suppose that's what it is, wasn't enough, I also get a glimpse of feathers as I turn around.

"Okay, what. The. Fuck. Who's god-damned idea was that and what is your fuckin problem?!!"

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Why is this stuff so hard to get off.

Clarke's POV
8:45 a.m.

The yearbook is gonna be amazing.
Especially Bellamy's picture.
He's been side-eying me for the past 20 minutes.

A teacher knocks at the classroom door and as they enter, they tell us that it's our turn to make the pictures.

I quickly have a look at my mirror to check my make up before Lexa and I exit the classroom together.

As I make my way to the crowd I bump into a giant chicken.
"Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Way. Princess."

Ouch. Well he seems pissed.
That may or may not be be my fault. :)

"Pictures are over here, chicken!" I overhear someone yelling as I laugh and sit down to wait for my picture to be taken.
It doesn't look too bad this year.

Everyone's picture has been taken which leads us to the last student, Bellamy.

:)))

To describe his look, his facial expression reminds me of grumpy cat and for that matter, grumpy cat seems to have taken a bath with a bunch of chickens.

Bellamy's POV

"Can't you just use the same picture you made last year?"

"No, sorry. Besides, the long hair didn't fit you anyway.", the photographer said as she showed me last year's photo.

"But everyone's gonna laugh!! Can't we take another picture? like tomorrow?"

"No hun, sorry. There's no time" Just great.

I walk over to the two girls or how Murphy likes to call them, the raccoon and the princess.

"are you guys fucking serious?"

Blondie couldn't help but laugh and Lexa was acting all innocent.

Of course.

"Is it because of what happened the other day, the yoghurt?"
"Yup" Clarke simply says.

"Fuck you guys."
These girls are impossible, and childish.

The rest of the day seemed like an eternity. Everyone kept calling me chicken. When I finally got home it was already 15:30.

I receive a text from Octavia as I enter the living room
»I have detention R.I.P. me«

»What did you do?«

»According to my teacher it was bad behavior. ....and trying to text you how boring math class is. I'll be late, I gtg«

Octavia probably feels like such a badass wow.
I decide to take a shower to get the costume off of me.

Octavia's POV
Earlier that day

What the hell is f(x)=2x²+5 even supposed to be.
I take my phone out carefully and open messages to text Bellamy.

"Um, Ms Blake, dare to explain what exactly you are doing with your phone?"

Crap.
I quickly put my phone back into my bag and look up at my teacher.
"Yes, sir. I uh-"

"No texting during lessons."

"I was just asking my brother if we eat pizza tonight" I can hear the college student who's here to supervise us laugh from the other side of the room.

//yes I changed the Linctavia story, SUE ME for not wanting another cringey teacher-student fic//

"I think there's quite enough time for that in the break. See me after class."

"But, hey that's not fair"

He smirks, "How so?"

Instead of replying I just sit back in my seat, wearing what you could identify as a pouting face.

/Now/

I enter the empty classroom right after I texted Bell.

"Mr Kane?"

"Take a seat Miss Blake."

"Ugh" I sit down and start working on the math sheets he prepared.

"I figured you might need some extra help since you can't seem to get how functions work"
I let out a sigh.

"You read my text message??"

"No, I saw your graph. It wasn't exactly accurate"

"Where'd you leave Lincoln, I'd prefer having him here.... to help me."

"... Octavia he very much knows how attractive he is. Besides, sorry to crash your dreams but as far as I know he does have a girlfriend"

I look down in embarrassment and try to finish, since there is still almost an hour left, I decide to have a look at my homework too.

"Sir i'm done"
I go over to the teacher desk and hand him the finished worksheets.

"I also finished homework" I say, giving him the paper he handed out this morning.

"Very well, you're free to go"

"Don't I have another hour?"

"Yeah but since you finished early, you're allowed to leave now Miss Blake"

I look at the door and back at him, then I grab my bag and leave.

A/N:
Just in case it wasn't obvious, I changed my plans and made Kane Octavia's teacher. Simply because Linctavia is too beautiful to be another weirdass-cringey teacher-student relationship.

also, i hope you peepz are able to read this without having the urge to puke