The one next door

Chapter 6

"High school is a bitch" Clarke complains, while lying in Octavia's bed, looking at the ceiling.

"Here we go again..." Raven said, getting up from the computer desk and sitting next to Clarke. Octavia stayed where she was.
Clarke may have been complaining about high school a lot these days, but it was because she really hates it. At the beginning of the year, she thought it was going to be like the years before, but it wasn't. It was the half of the school year and she was praying to the gods for the year to pass by faster.
It was her first year and she was already making such a mess.  Her self-esteem almost disappeared, because she thought boys only liked because of her body. Until Bellamy told her that she was "gorgeous" and "amazing" and, since then, she can't stop thinking about it. Her self-esteem is way better thanks to him.
She had already got drunk and it was only her first year, how messy would the next years be? — she wondered.

"Is just that I really hate it." she snorted, and Raven rolled her eyes at her. "Raven, come on."

Her sister just shrugged. "I'm sorry. I just don't get how having every guy from the school at your feet is so bad."

"It's clearly not that what bothers her, Raven." Octavia interrupted. Finally, someone who gets her.

"Thank you, O." Clarke took a deep breath, still staring at the ceiling. "They only like me because of my body. I don't want that, who wants that?" she explains, frowning. "I want someone to love me, for who I am. Not only my virtues, but my defects too. Not just these." she finishes, grabbing her boobs. Suddenly, she remembered how she talked with Bellamy about her boobs that night... god, why is she always embarrassing herself?  — she thought. She could feel her cheeks burning. But then, she remembered how he told her he "likes her". And she couldn't help but wonder if, maybe, it could be in another way...

"Why are you smiling?" Raven asks, with a confused frown. Clarke just shrugged, implying a 'nothing'. She hadn't notice she was smiling. "Anyway, I get you." she says. "One day you'll find that, believe me."  she finished reassuring Clarke, who gave her a little smile.

"If you could just open your eyes..." Octavia whispered, but it seemed like it was more to herself than to the others, so Clarke decided to ignore it.

"So..." she looked at Octavia, with a raised eyebrow.

The brunette frowned, confused. "So... what?"

"Like you don't know what I mean." she rolls her eyes. "How's everything going with Lincoln?"

A little smile grew on Octavia's face. "He's great, but he clearly doesn't like me like that." she sighs. "Or, at least, I don't think so." Lincoln had been tutoring her for the last couple of months. He was, in Octavia's words, a hot nerd. And nobody could've describe him better. But he was not only a brain and a body, he was also very nice, a gentleman. Octavia was clearly falling for him.

"I'm pretty sure he likes you like that." Clarke reassured Octavia, stroking her arm.

"He's so hot." Raven said, out of the blue. " If you don't make a move on him, I will."

"Don't you dare!" Octavia yells, jumping on Raven, and starts tickling her. Raven started to scream and move like she was a fish out of water.

"I w-was kidding you psycho!" Raven screams, pulling Octavia's hair, so she would stop tickling her.

"Let go of my hair Raven"

"I'll let go if you stop ti-tickling me first"

"No. You first."

"No, you."

"You"

Clarke rolled her eyes, annoyed. "Just do it both of you at the same time." She saw both of them letting go and looking at each other as if, if Clarke wasn't there, they would kill each other. "That's good. I'm proud of you."she said, clapping. They just rolled their eyes in response.