Scandals Aren't All Bad

perfect

<song : perfect; ed sheeran🥺>

"lexa... please just answer my texts... answer my calls... i'm really starting to get worried..."

that was about the fifth voicemail that clarke has left the older girl. she didn't even know if she had a girlfriend anymore. it's been almost a week since their last encounter and since lexa had shown her face anywhere. she had practically disappeared off the face of the planet. clarke had avoided marcus at all costs and if she ever saw him, she turned in the other direction and she walked the long way. but she was not trying to have a conversation witj the guy who got lexa fired.

it was also horrible since marcus had now taken over lexa's class, given her absence, and when people would ask where ms. wood was, he simply said that she resigned and will no longer be returning. it was just two weeks anyways... right? graduation was in two weeks and soon, she would be moving to LA for one of the best art schools she's heard of. surprisingly, her mother had 100% supported her decision. she just wanted clarke to be happy.

especially after everything.

and the good news is, octavia also planned to go to LA for a film school to become a director. she wanted to be the next michael bay. and lincoln, well he wanted to go to LA with octavia and study acting! he himself wanted to become the next tom cruise.

bellamy found it hard considering he planned to stay in miami, but hey. he would have the place to himself, a boyfriend to keep him company, and a happy and successful sister. so... like said before, everything was turning out perfect for everyone.

almost everyone...

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"clarke... it's been two weeks... maybe it's time to pay her a physical visit. there's only so much the phone can do." octavia sighed while she was sprawled across the length of clarke's bed. the girl had no choice but to watch her crazy best friend continuously dial lexas number. it didn't help when it got to the point of her voicemail box being filled. all by clarke.

"i don't have a car." clarke grumbled in response.

"so? i have a brother that does, who's also your good friend so i'm sure he wouldn't mind giving you a lift." octavia insisted.

clarke pressed her lips together and she walked over to her bed, nudging octavia to move over which the girl easily complied. as clarke lied down next to her, she stared up at the ceiling, shaking her head. "let's face it O, if she wanted to see me, she would've stopped by, wouldn't she? if she wanted to talk to me, she would've called, don't you think? she doesn't want me anymore." clarke found herself admitting defeat. something she thought she'd never do.

"clarke, she just got fired..." octavia said gently. "that's more punishment than you received. hell, nothing happened to you. she's the one who got all the hits. put it this way... someone is trying to shoot you, and she takes the bullet instead. she got hit while you're still standing and now she's wounded. maybe even close to death, but at least nothing happened to you." she metaphored. "literally you didn't get a single punishment, you have to put yourself in her shoes and realize how difficult it would be, how painful it would be to lose a job you love just because you fell in love with somebody you shouldn't have." octavia concluded, letting out a satisfied sigh. "shit i know my stuff." she murmured to herself.

clarke glanced over and she nodded. "you do... i mean, that makes sense. i just wish she would at least tell me that she needs her space." she said softly. "instead of leaving me hanging. i hate when people do that."

"i know you do." octavia reached over and she gently patted clarke's thigh. "but there is something that i 109% live by... that saying if it's meant to be, it's meant to be... and if it wasn't meant to be, be fucking grateful."