Scandals Aren't All Bad

not over yet

[ well HEY THERE!! i realized i left you guys on quite the cliff hanger! only took me a couple years to get back in here i apologize! y'all probably don't read this shit no more but if anyone does imma try and update more often! especially with quarantine there's nothing to do 'round here so hope y'all are ready. i just spent the last couple days rereading what i wrote so i can be back on track with my storyline and i realized i was a terrible writer when i was younger 😂 but hopefully now that i'm out of highschool and i'm much more mature i will do better 😂 so let's jump into it!!! ]
song: it's not over - daughtry

Lexa's POV
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that's it... her career was over. she barely held that job for long and all it took was one student to ruin everything for her. bellamy has seen the two of them kissing - which need she remind, she didn't initiate it - and who knows what he would do with such power in his hands... but she already knew. if this got out, no other schools would hire her after hearing this. she would lose her job instantly, and her reputation will cease to exist. it was done for. she didn't know what to do. teaching was one of her biggest passions and if she didn't have it anymore, then what would she do with her life? she had no other career option that drew her attention, maybe writing, but that was pushed to the back of her head for as long as she could remember. there was always art... but she would have to know how to draw to be an artist... why did she even consider that an option when she doesn't know the first thing about becoming an artist?

okay maybe she needed to focus.

bellamy.

her biggest problem she's had to face so far. he seemed like a snitch to her, maybe in some sort of alternate universe of hers, she would order someone to kill him because she doesn't trust him to keep his mouth shut. but that would neeeevverrrrr happen... she was just going crazy at this point.

but she wasn't going to let this be her fate.

lexa finally shook herself back to reality before walking towards the bathroom door, swinging it open and stepping out. her ears were greeted with the faint sound of music playing throughout the restaurant, alongside laughter and conversation being shared amongst several tables. she took a few steps forward, adjusting her clothing appropriately, and as her eyes scanned the tables in search of clarke and bellamy, they finally rested on the table for two that had now been vacated by both of them. bellamy has supposedly fled the restaurant.

a waiter walked towards the table with the two plates of hot dinner still sitting there untouched. he as well took a glance around the restaurant and didn't see any of his guests. he looked disappointed as he collected both plates and carried the two expensive dinners back to the kitchen. talk about a waste of his time. that she'll admit.

whatever. she had to get out of there, her mind felt fuzzy as thoughts pushed to annoy her. she quickly rushed to the exit, an overwhelming feeling hitting her like a wave of remorse. that's when she saw clarke and bellamy arguing at his car. he seemed to be yelling at her, and she seemed to be begging for his forgiveness, or maybe she was wrong. however, she heard his every word. about getting her fired, about wanting to send her to jail, all of it. that's when her heart fell thousands of miles beneath the surface. it was over.

that being said, he angrily got into his car and slammed the door in clarke's face before speeding off into the darkness. she looked frustrated... she seemed devastated. clarke turned around in circles probably pondering what to do, until her eyes fixated on lexa who stood right outside the restaurant, frozen in place.

"lexa..." clarke started,

without a second to think, she began to walk towards her car and away from clarke. but she heard her tiny footsteps chasing after her, pit pattering on the cement parking lot ground. thunder erupted above them, and it began to drizzle until it came down heavily, splattering all over the cement and them. she didn't care. she blew a strand of hair out of her face as rain contacted with her skin, her hair now plastered onto her head.