Can't Blame A Girl For Trying

Chapter 1: Clarke Williams

Chapter 1: Clarke Williams

I've been up all night. I can't think about anything except my history test. That stupid test that my teacher, Mr. Westfield says is going to count for 30% percent of our grade. Which is very stupid in my opinion, but ugh! I can't sleep because I feel like I'm going to fail, which my father would hate. He's all A's this, A's that. I understand, yes, that it's good to have good grades but if I get one B I'm grounded for a month! I'm not a little girl, I can get good grades on my own, but my dad keeps nagging me every second of the day.

My mother on the other hand, is his polar opposite, which is probably why he married her. Yes, she is a bit strict sometimes but she's more fun. She's quite the artsy type, which means balloon darts in the garage, with paint filled in the balloons! Fun, right? I think yes!

But anyway, I look over at my alarm clock and sigh. It's 5:30. I should be getting up, but the sky isn't even awake yet! So, I'm not awake. Yes, I did get that from Frozen, no judging! Even though I am technically awake, very much awake, actually. I decide that it's probably best to get up early, more time for some of my mom's pancakes and fruit. So I take the covers off my body and stand, the hardwood floor creaking underneath my feet. I walk over to closet and yank the door open. I run my fingers over my different hangers, trying to decide on what to wear.

After much thought when it's about 6:02, I decide on a flowery dress that ends at the thigh, with sleeves of course, my father always comes shopping and makes sure I buy proper clothing. I put on my favorite pair of black vans and check my full length mirror. I smile and fluff up my bright blonde hair. I grab my messenger bag and skip down the stairs. I stop at the second to last one and jump down, grinning that I didn't land on my ass. Oops? Did I mention that I curse here and there? Well I do. Shh. Don't tell my dad!

I instantly smell pancakes and grin, I walk to the kitchen and sit on the stool at the island.

"Howdy, mum." I smile, talking in a fake country drawl as I take a sip of my orange juice that my mom had laid out for me.

"Howdy, my dear daughter!" She spoke back in the same accent. I laugh and smile, I hear foot steps coming down from the stairs and look up. I see my younger sister, Maggie slowly walking down the stairs.

"Do I have to go to school?" She pouted and sat on the stool. My sister is in 5th grade and says school is "Too hard for her delicate mind".

"Yes, Magdalene. You have to go." My mother frowned as she finished cooking. My sister pouted but didn't answer as she shoved pancake in her mouth. I looked at the clock on the microwave and I gasped, jumping down. I grab my bag and shove pancake in my mouth. A honk sounds from outside. I kiss my mom on the cheek, rub my sister's hair and run outside to my best friend's car.

"Hey, C!" She grins as I get in.

"What have I said about calling me that! It's Clarke. Not C. Gosh, April." I rolled my eyes, I hated it when she or anyone else called me C. I prefer my name as not a damn letter. She huffs and drives off to school, as we get in the parking lot she looks at me.

"So. I hear there's this new guy. He's in our year and so attractive! He's mine." She scowls, I sigh. Whenever April likes some guy as soon as he meets me he seems to forget about her and most guys she likes are stupid jocks! I want some smart, logical guy who sweeps me off my feet, not some stupid jock who only wants in my pants. So all I do is nod. She grins and I get out of car. Sometimes I don't even call her my best friend, we aren't even that close. All she cares about are guys or shopping, when I'm over hear worrying about my grades and getting into a good college.

I walk to my locker and put in the combination. All the sudden there's a scream and girls stopping what their doing and staring down the hall at some guy walking down the hall. So, he must be the new guy April was talking about. He stops at the locker next to mine and puts in a combination but it doesn't work and he curses with some accent.

"Need some help?" I spoke softly, a bit scared to talk him by the looks of him. He looks over at me, surprised and he nods.

"May I..?" I nod at his schedule with his classes, locker number and combination. He nods and gives it to me, I take it and do the combination, smiling as it clicks open.

"Wow... Thanks. I guess I did it too quickly." He muttered as he looked me with these deep and intense green eyes.

"Yeah. It's best to do it slowly." I nod as I go back to my own locker, closing it. I'm about to turn and walk away when a hand grasps my wrist.

"What's your name?" He asks with that British accent.

"Clarke."

"I'm Axel." And with that I nod as I continue walking until I get to my math class, I see April glaring at me and I frown.

"What did I do now?" I sigh as I sit down.

"You were talking to him! After I strictly said he was mine!" She whisper screams.

"He needed help with his combination. What did you want me to do? Leave him there cursing and being late to class?"

"Well... no." She frowned and I nodded. I look at the front of board.

About half way through class the front door opens and Axel walks in. April immediately sits up straight, trying to make her boobs look big while I just lean over my notes, doodling nonsense on the corners of my paper. I look up as Ms. Greger blushes bright red at his accent and tells him to pick any seat. There's only two empty seats left, one next to me and one next to April. He starts walking towards April and my heart soars, that is until he changes direction and walks towards me, sitting in the seat next to me and grins at me. I look over at April sympathetically but she just glares at me, like it's my fault. I sigh and go back to writing my notes until I get a poke in my side which causes me to yelp. Everyone stops and looks at me.

"Is there something wrong Ms. Williams?" Ms. Greger asks. I glare at Axel who is smirking.

"N-No ma'am." I squeak. She narrows her eyes but says nothing.

"Clar-" Axel is interrupted by the bell, which I'm thankful for as I jump up and gather my things, practically running out of the door. I keep on walking even though I hear his shouts from behind me. I get to my next class, history. Thank god I don't have this one with April. I sit in the front in my usual seat by window as I try to recall every historical event in my head for this stupid test. I hear the seat besides me scratch against the floor, I look up and see Axel, I sigh and lay my head on the table.

"Clarke... can you not ignore me?" I could tell he was frowning from his tone of voice.

"I can ignore you." I said in a tone that sounded rude, I frowned but said nothing and neither did he.

"Alright class. We have a new student, Mr. Morgan. Now Mr. Morgan today we are taking a very important test. You can either take it or study and wait to take it." Axel looked at me and grinned.

"I think I'll take it."

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Hi there! I'm finally trying to actually be active on this thing! Here's my new story. I might change the title as I'm not positive on it but I hope you enjoy the first chapter!