Scandals Aren't All Bad

forced love isn't love

Clarke's POV
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"clarke, sweetie wake up." clarke's eyes fluttered open to see her mother abby griffin hovering over her on the side of her bed. "you need to wake up please." the blonde groaned and rolled over away from her mother, throwing her pillow over her head to drown out the noise.

"mooooom." clarke whined. "it's saturday!" she protested in a muffle. within seconds, the pillow was yanked off of clarke's head, and thrown onto the floor. immediately, clarke shot up and looked her mother up and down in disapproval. "now that's just rude." she said in a sassy tone. but honestly, clarke was too tired to even sass her mother. so she flopped back down and her eyes glued themselves shut.

"it is also parent teacher interview day. so chop chop. don't wanna be late." that being said, clarke's eyes shot open and she sent abby many confused vibes.

"p-parent teacher interviews?" she asked with wide eyes. "mom, we don't really have to go to those do we?" she asked hopefully. "you know i'm a straight A student."

"i know that babygirl but i would like to still talk to them, you have new teachers this year and i want to get to know them. so they can reach out if per say you weren't getting straight A's anymore." abby pinched her cheek adoringly which clarke winced at her touch.

"who exactly are you meeting with?"

"well, all of your teachers clarke." abby laughed.

"specifics."

"well, mr. kane, mr. pike, ms. woods—"

"i-i'm actually feeling really sick today mom. i think it's best if i skip it." clarke coughed into her forearm and sighed exasperated.

"clarke are you failing your classes? is that why you don't want to go? i'd rather go into those interviews knowing what you tell me, instead of your teachers. so please forewarn me. is there something that i should be concerned about?" abby looked at her daughter with a knowing look in her eyes, and pressed her lips together.

"no. my classes are fine. i'm fine. i'll get ready." she grumbled, knowing she wasn't going to win this argument today. she shoved her blankets off of her and stood with a stretch and a yawn. as her back was towards her mother, she walked over to her dresser and began to pick out her outfit.

"what's this?"

"huh?"

clarke turned around to see her mom standing next to her bed, picking up clarke's open sketch book that had still be left from the night before.

how could i have been so stupid to fall asleep when drawing last night!! clarke bitterly scolded herself. "uhm, thats..." without thinking, clarke sped walked all the way across the room panicking, and she rushed to abby's side and watched her not being able to peel her eyes off of the drawing.

"... not finished yet."

she felt her cheeks grow hot and her body felt like she was on fire from embarrassment and stupidity.

"maybe 'what this' wasn't the right question... more like, "who's this?"" abby corrected, narrowing her eyes. she finally looked away from the drawing and met clarke's nervous blue orbs.

what does one say in a situation like this? a situation in which your mother sees a sketch of a girl who little does she know - is actually your teacher. your teacher who you've fallen for. talk about forbidden romance.

"that's..."

"oh my god." abby said suddenly, her eyes widening.

clarke's eyes widened as well, and she felt her heart pound like a drum screaming for help. she knows.