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Clarke Griffin sat with her friends in homeroom as they examined their timetables for the semester. She was fortunate enough to have all her closest friends in homeroom with her; it made the start of the day less boring.
“Can you believe that we’ve only got a year left, Clarke?!” Octavia grinned as she squeezed Clarke’s shoulders before sitting in the empty seat next to her.
“Well don’t get your hopes up…” Bellamy mumbled. His feet where resting up on the desk in front on him.
“Wow, way to be supportive, Bell,” Octavia glared at her brother.
“I’m sure none of us are stupid enough to try and show defiance against the rules and have a pretty brutal fight in the parking lot,” Raven sassed back at Bellamy.
“Not as much to get us suspended and miss a load of important lessons anyway,” Jasper added.
“Yeah Bellamy, I’m pretty surprised they even let you back in the school to repeat your senior year,” Monty pointed out.
“Whatever, I shouldn’t have brought it up…” Bellamy began when a teacher walked through the door.
“Feet down Mr Blake, we don’t want a repeat of last year,” Marcus Kane made his way to the front of the classroom as Bellamy slowly put his feet down.
“You’re our new homeroom teacher?” Raven asked perplexed.
“Yes,” Kane nodded as he logged into the computer on the teacher’s desk.
“But you’re the vice principal…” Raven said.
“Well spotted, Miss Reyes,” the rest of the class chuckled. “Now, should we get on with registration?”
“What have you got first, Clarke?” Jasper asked her as they picked up their bags to leave homeroom.
“English. Why, have any of you guys got that?” Clarke glanced around at her group of friends.
“Nope, Bellamy and I have got philosophy, Raven and Monty have got physics and Octavia’s got gym,” Jasper answered for them all.
Clarke swung her head back and groaned. “Noooo, that means if O’s not with me for gym then I’m going to have a really sucky class.”
“You can’t guarantee that, Clarke,” Octavia said as they began to walk out the classroom.
“But you make everything in gym fun. And gym is not fun,” Clarke whined.
“Wow, I’ll take that as a compliment. See you later guys,” Octavia said as she walked towards the gym.
The rest of them walked in the opposite direction, heading down the corridor towards science. They spoke about the end of their summers and what they were doing in the lead up to school.
“Raven, didn’t you want to go to some boring space camp?” Clarke asked her.
“Yeah but at least me getting rejected from said boring space camp was more eventful that what you did. Let me guess. You sat on Tumblr since I last saw you 2 weeks ago and binged watched Orange is the New Black. Again,” Raven said matter-of-factly.
“That is painfully true…” Clarke winced.
“In Clarke’s defense, I would have binge watched Orange is the New Black more than once too,” Jasper said.
“He’s only saying that because it’s got hot lesbians in it,” Monty said as he opened the door to his class. “See you guys at lunch.”
“See ya,” Raven said as she followed Monty into the classroom.
Whilst Jasper and Bellamy waved goodbye and told them to meet everyone in the lunchroom, Clarke forced herself to smile. She had been keeping a secret from her closest friends since the end of the junior year 2 months ago. She began to question her sexuality after realising that she was growing increasingly more attracted to the girls she’d see online on websites like Tumblr, and even some in her school or on the street. It was bugging her so much that she had resorted to googling about different sexualities and begun to voice her questions on Tumblr to her 500 followers.
** 1 month earlier **
Clarke’s sleeping pattern was majorly fucked up. It hadn’t taken much to do it. The stress from her junior year had disappeared within the first week of the summer holiday when she got all her homework due for her senior year out of the way as quickly as possible. She figured it would be easier to do all of her homework sooner rather than later as it then gave her more time to herself.
Well, more time to stay up until 3am watching Alex and Piper have sex in a church on Orange is the New Black.
She decided to scroll through Tumblr, giving herself a break from the show, but knowing damn well that she really needed to sleep. In her tired haze she decided to write a text post, which escalated into a pretty one-sided conversation with her followers.
delinquent319:
does anyone else think that alex is soooo hot???? just me??? ok
delinquent319:
like im not gay but i would totally bang alex in a church too
delinquent319:
what if i am gay tho
delinquent319:
i’ve been thinking about this for like the past month but managed to suppress it until now
delinquent319:
this is where my thoughts need to be shut down by some good ol’ fashioned sleep
She noticed after writing these string of text posts that she had gotten a few comments mainly telling her that no one cares if she likes girls and to try not to label herself. And a couple that just said “same” under her admitting that she’d have sex with Alex Vause.
When she woke up at midday the next day, the first thing she did was check her Tumblr. She remembered her thoughts from the night before and realised that they weren’t going away anytime soon.
Sighing to herself, she googled questions surrounding being attracted to girls, which lead her to then search about being bicurious and bisexual. Most of what she wanted to hear wasn’t on the forums she was browsing. The answers were all the same, the people on them claiming that they’d always known that they were gay or bisexual or people saying that they realised once they’d kissed a girl or fooled around with a girl in college.
The problem with Clarke was that she’d never been with a girl. Sure, she’d kissed Raven in a game of spin the bottle in their freshman year of high school and touched Octavia’s boob when she got drunk for the first time in her sophomore year, but she hadn’t gone any further than that. And for the record, the boob fondling was over the shirt. So Clarke didn’t even know if that counted.
She ended up going on Tumblr and searching for openly gay or bisexual girls to ask them advice. As she was scrolling through the lesbian tag on the site, an ask reply caught her eye. It was an anonymous message asking a girl for advice.
anonymous asked:
I know you get messages all the time but I was wondering if I could get some advice. there’s this girl at my school and I think she’s super pretty and really want to ask her on a date, but I’m not sure if she’s into girls too. how do I ask her if she is? love your blog!
iam-thecommander replied:
First off, the advice is no problem, don’t apologise. Secondly, I am a big believer in communication, even if it makes things temporarily awkward. I think that you should just straight up ask the girl if she would like to go on a date with you. Her orientation doesn’t matter too much, if she’s into you, she’s into you. And if she’s not, don’t get too dragged down by it because then there’s not much you can do I’m afraid. If you’re too shy to ask her to go on a date or hang out, or really need to know if she likes girls before you make a move, drop a few hints. Ask her who her favourite character on The L Word is. Look at her fingernails. Are they short? How often does she wear camo, flannels or beanies? Good luck!
Clarke chuckled at the response to the question and decided to have a look at her blog. The first thing she spotted was that there was barely any information about her – no name, no age, no pictures. Just that she was roughly a late high school to early college age and that she was American. And gay, obviously. This girl was pretty fucking gay.
** Present **
“Clarke?” Jasper snapped Clarke out of her daydream.
“Yeah?” Clarke shook her head.
“You coming? We’re going to be late for class.”
“Oh yeah, yeah,” Clarke said as she ran to catch up with Jasper and Bellamy.
Thankfully when she got to her English classroom she found that the boys' philosophy class was just a few doors down, meaning that she wouldn’t have to put up with the crowded school corridors by herself before and after English.
When she walked into her English class, she realised that she had almost no one friendly in the class to pair up with. Great, she thought, what a fun year this will be.
“Hey, Clarke,” Wells smiled and waved his hand at her from almost the back of the room.
She walked over and sat in the empty seat next to him, throwing her bag down in the process. “Wells, thank god. I thought I was going to have to sit next to Atom or someone,” she breathed a sigh of relief as she looked to where Atom was kicking a girl’s chair in front of him.
She looked around the class and found that the only other person who looked as pissed off as she felt about their new classmates was Lexa Woods, who she would never dare speak to.