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Octavia was really late for class. Like, really late. And on the first day of the school year. And Bellamy would kill her if he got called in for one more “little talk” with Principal Kane. So she was running. Fast. Arms overflowing with folders and papers and protein bar wrappers and god knows what else stuck in between them.
She sprinted down the corridor as the bell chimed violently through the school, echoing through the corridors and her ears. Why was it so fucking loud? It was eight in the morning, for godssakes.
Students were chattering and blocking her way, laughing and talking, the world’s most caffeinated obstacle course; Octavia dodged around them like a pro. Sinclair was going to physically kill her when she showed up to woodshop late. And she really needed to pee.
Navigating the corridors was something she’d done a thousand times – however, she wasn’t expecting a very pretty Latina girl to enter her path, right at the last minute. Octavia crashed right into the one and only Raven Reyes as she turned in the woodshop door.
For a second, they were just both stuck in the doorframe, Octavia’s face getting redder and redder the longer they stood there. Raven was staring her down, her eyes piercing Octavia’s with a death-stare to rival Medusa’s. Face still on fire, O backed out of the door, eyes connected to the other girl’s, not backing down on any costs. She was Octavia motherfucking Blake. She didn’t apologise to just anyone, particularly when it wasn’t even her fault in the first place. Not even when the girl was as beautiful as Raven was and Raven was definitely beautiful, with her wide eyes and her long glossy hair twisted up in an impossible-to-imitate way, and her fucking perfect figure that Octavia had been right pressed up against and damn if it didn't feel good and... anyway, getting off topic. Where was she? Oh yeah. Not apologising. Sure, she maybe should have been watching where she was going a little more, but so should Raven. Who was now muttering profanities in Spanish under her breath. Extreme profanities. Definitely not apologising.
Totally not her fault.
(And Sinclair was going to kill them both for being late. So at least she wasn’t alone.)
*****
“Can I see you two after class, please?” The please sounded nice – Raven knew it wasn’t. Pleasantries signified deeper shit with Sinclair. And she would have made it on time if that Octavia girl hadn’t turned up at the last second. Bellamy’s sister.
Her best friend Wick winked at her from the other side of the room and patted the bench next to him. She sauntered around the tables and dropped her bag on the desk, but her teacher had other ideas. He coughed.
“Miss Reyes, Mr Wick, the seating plan? Kyle, we’ve been through this.”
“But sir, Raven’s visually impaired,” he smiled charmingly at the teacher. “She needs to sit next to me so I can explain what’s going on. I’m like her sight guide dog.”
“Very funny Kyle. I’m sure that would work if I hadn’t taught you both for two years already, and, can I remind you, been through this at the start of every term. Miss Reyes is perfectly capable. Although,” he added, a twitch of a smile sparking on his face, “You do have the hair for it.”
Wick made a puppy face, sticking his tongue out and panting. The rest of the class let out a rumble of laughter.
“Miss Blake, would you be so kind as to take your seat by the humorous Kyle Wick? Similarly, Raven, you’ll be seated by Mr Murphy over there.”
Wick smiled kindly at Octavia, who was still hanging around by the door, lost in deep thought. Raven scowled deeply and threw her bag over at Murphy, who only just managed to catch it before it smacked him right in the face. A whole year next to that cheating, lying, grade stealing no good bastard.
“Miss Blake?”
Octavia shook herself out of her daydream. (Which may or may not have been about a certain pissed off classmate.) “Oh, yeah, sorry.” She took her seat, walking past Raven as she did so. Once again she heard the foreign murmurs.
“Hay días tontos y tontos todos los días. Y entonces hay Octavia de la chingada Blake.”
Octavia smiled. Raven, you idiot. I understand the language you speak.