Clarke ran down the hall, shivering as the Ark's cold air hit her face. She burst through the doors of her new class. She tried to catch her breath before choking out. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I completely forgot they added a new class to my schedule....."
She trailed off catching the eyes of her new history teacher. He was a lot younger than she imagined him to be, and a lot more handsome. He furrowed his brows before approaching her. His strides were long and graceful. He couldn't have been more than 25, she noted in her brain.
"Ah," He breathed, "you must be Clarke. I'm Mr. Blake, your history teacher." He spoke deeply and handed her a textbook. Clarke expected him to walk back to his desk, but he stood his ground before speaking again. "Considering this was a misunderstanding I'll let you off with a warning. Have a seat where ever you'd like."
She nodded curtly before rushing to an empty seat beside a dark haired boy. He shifted his hand outward when she sat.
"Hi I'm Finn." He said and she nodded, shaking his hand and taking out her notepad. Then she shifted her eyes to the textbook. There weren't many paper books left on the ark, and if there was they were kept in safe holding, certainly not in the hands of teenagers. It felt nice to be trusted, she thought to herself
"This class blows." Finn breathed, "hey Blondie, how about me and you skip tomorrow." She rolled her eyes at the stupidity of his comment. Clarke realized that Mr.Blake had stopped talking and was now staring at Finn and her. He must have ears like a hawk to have been able to hear Finn taking. She sat in a slight amazement.
"Care to share with the class Mr.Collins or may I continue, because as far as can tell people in this class, including Ms.Griffin, would actually like to learn," Mr.Blake said, using an octave deeper than when she had originally heard him speak. He could be intense. Finn stuck out his hand.
"Proceed," said Finn, rolling his eyes and sitting back in his chair. Mr.Blake turned on his heels and made his way to the projector. Leaving Clarke in awe.
***
She typed the book that Mr. Blake said they needed for this year's course and it popped up almost instantly on her notepad. She downloaded it and waited for her teacher's instructions.
"Alright class, read the first chapter tonight. We're going talk about it tomorrow in class, so please read it unless you want to be behind," Mr.Blake said while he packed up his stuff in what seemed to be a satchel. "Oh, and Ms.Griffin may I speak with you?"
Her head shot up at the sound of her surname. She threw her surprisingly light bag over her shoulder and nervously walk up to his cluttered desk.
"You wanted to speak with me," she said, shifting on her feet uncomfortably and standing opposite of him. She noticed his satchel was stuffed with history books, mainly Greek mythology, "Oh, so you actually enjoy history." She prompted, giggling slightly, "I just figured that you are here because you have to be. Not because you want to."
He lifts his head up, a smug grin spread across his face, "Yeah, I actually like history. Spent most of my time as a kid reading about it," he paused, biting his lip and placing one hand on the desk, the other on his hip. He leaned into his hand and smirked at her. She felt her cheeks redden at is proximity, "Here's the interesting thing about you Ms. Griffin, how much you wanna bet that you like it too?" She furrowed her brows, attempting to conceal the fact that he was it spot on, "I mean, who runs all the way to HISTORY class when you could just say you forgot and skip it?" He stares her dead straight in the eye. "And who turns down the offer to skip class with a boy? I know, someone who actually enjoys school," his voice slurred at the end, in a teasing, flirty way. No that can't be it, she thought to herself. There's no way he was flirting with her. She gave him a puzzled look before mumbling.
"How did you-" he cut her off mid-sentence.
"Oh, come on Clarke, I was a teenager once too," there it was again. His natural, alluring smirk, "So what do you say, wanna help me out?"
"Depends what you need help with," she said slowly, slightly shaken about how much he already knew about her.
"How about a TA?" He says catching her blue eyes. She gave him a questioning look in response to his calm and collective one, "You know, someone to help my students."
"Yeah I know, I'm just confused as to why you picked me." She looked deeply into his deep brown eyes, stuttering over her words, "I mean, I made a horrible first impression and there are so many other smart people in this class."
"I have my reasons," he spoke deeply, sending shivers down her spine, "Do you wanna help me or not?" She stood speechless and shrugged her shoulders helplessly. He sighed.
"Well, I've got things to do. If you change your mind meet me tomorrow after class for training. Have a nice night Clarke," he finished with a wink. No, she must have imagined that. Teacher's don't wink at their students, especially not attractive teachers like Mr. Blake. Then he walked out of the classroom, leaving Clarke all alone.
***
She sat in bed thinking about Mr.Blake. His offer, not him. Why would she ever be sitting in bed thinking about her teacher? Eww. Now that she had the chance to think about it, he was the only young male teacher she had ever had. Stop, Clarke. That's gross and not to mention, illegal.
She had just finished her homework for the day and she was compiling all the outcomes that accepting Mr. Blake's deal would have. On one hand, she would have to tutor someone her age that most likely doesn't care about school and she wasn't sure she had the patience for it. But on the other hand, she would get to spend time with Mr. Blake, who was without a doubt, sexy and intimidating. She felt guilty for thinking about her teacher in that way, but it was so distracting. As she was obsessing over her smoking hot history teacher, which she probably shouldn't have been doing in the first place, a knock erupted at her door.
She stumbled out of her room and to the door, passing her father who was currently indulged in his work in the kitchen. She pulled open the door to reveal an ecstatic Wells.
"I got off guard training as soon as I could. Can I come in?" He says practically jumping up and down.
"You know I have to let you in any way," she said in a sarcastic type of way, stepping aside to let him pass. Wells ran into the living room and flopped down on the couch.
"So, I know how you like history and everything," Wells blurts. "So, I asked my dad if he could include it in the school program. And he LISTENED. Turns out there was someone willing to take the job! I'm sure you've already met him, his last name is Blake, the first name is classified, like all teachers."
"Mr. Blake, yeah I've met him," she paused debating whether or not she should tell him about his offer. Well maybe if she couldn't decide for herself Wells could, he was her best friend after all.
"He, uh, wants me to become a TA," she said sitting down and playing with the stitching of her pants. Come to think of it, her pants were always made well. Her mother always hired a mysterious woman named Aurora. No one really knew much about her, but she does a great job and she does it fast.
"Oh my gosh! Clarke that's great!" When he realized that she wasn't as excited as him, he shot her a questioning look, "Clarke, what's wrong? This will look great on your resume in the future."
"I know, I've just been, distracted. I guess I'll take it, what could go wrong?" She said hesitantly.
"I'm so excited for you!" Wells jumped off the couch and bundled Clarke into his arms, lifting her off the ground. She let out a screech.
"Wells put me down, it's not even that important!" She yelled, hysterically.
"Hey, what's going in there!" She heard dad yell from the kitchen.
"Clarke's gonna be a TA!" He yelled back before throwing the blonde over his shoulder and dragging her out the door. She let out another screech as Wells ran through the halls. "MY BEST FRIEND IS GONNA BE A TA!" Wells screamed.
"Wells, shhhh, the guards are gonna kill us! It's not that big of a deal." She attempted to quiet him.
"Clarke I'm a guard in training. Now shut up and have some fun!" He said laughing and running even faster than before. She let out a loud laugh.
"Hey!" Clarke heard a familiar voice shout. "You two, slow down," she heard loud footsteps from behind her. Someone was chasing after them. She turned her head to see a man, no not a man.
"Mr. Blake?" She spoke softly. "Wells stop," He slowed to a halt when he heard his best friend's tone. She jumped down from his shoulder and he put his hands on her waist to steady her, but then his hands lingered.
Mr. Blake caught up with the pair, his intense look not faltering, even when he noticed it was his student, Clarke Griffin.
"What are you two doing?" He spoke, slightly confused.
Wells stepped forward, extracting his hands from her waist, "Sorry Officer Blake, we were just celebrating."
"Cadet Jaha," Mr. Blake spoke in a tone of realization and soon that damn smirk crept up on his beautiful face, "I was wondering why you could run so fast with a girl slung over your shoulder." He let out a laugh and clapped hands with Wells in a handshake manner.
That's when he gave Clarke a fleeting look. She couldn't help but become slightly frustrated at his dismissal of her presence. He was just flirting with her a couple hours ago. Well, maybe it wasn't really flirting, "Hello to you Ms.Griffin."
He sure was sexy when he was formal, she thought to herself silently.
"Mr. Blake," she said, nodding her head at him.
He looked back at Wells. She noticed Mr. Blake was sweating and that he had his guard jacket tied around his waist, revealing his tight shirt that showed off his bulging muscles. Man did he have a nice upper body. Clarke shook the thoughts out of her head. She wasn't allowed to think about him in that way. That man is her teacher.
"Well have a nice night Cadet, and by the orders of your father, keep it down," he smirked before walking off. She watched him as he walked. Damn those pants looked good on him. She mentally facepalmed herself. She was totally checking out her teacher.....