A Girl Worth Fighting For

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Wells was in trouble; big trouble. He’d had crushes before, hell he’d even fancied Clarke for a short while but this, this was different. His heart would beat faster when saw her, his palms would be sweaty, and there would be butterflies in his stomach. It was just like how those old Earth books would describe, only he’d never believed it before. At least until now. And who was the girl causing all these problems for him? Octavia. And what was worse, he had never actually talked to her before. That wasn’t entirely his fault though. Every time he tried to approach her after classes a series of weird coincidences usually involving the guard would occur, preventing him from getting near her.

It was like they were coming out of nowhere, and whenever they passed, it would be too late and Octavia would be gone. If Wells didn’t know any better, he’d think that someone was orchestrating all this and trying to stop him from talking to Octavia. But that idea was absurd of course. He just needed to try harder. Which was exactly what he was going to do after classes. Today would be the day he finally talked to Octavia. Sneaking his way through the crowds of people and the spontaneously appearing guards, Wells finally caught up with her. Now what? “Hey,” Good start Wells, good start. “I’m Wells, I don’t think we’ve ever actually met.” He held his hand out for her to shake. It was a solid introduction, maybe a little too formal but at least he hadn’t stuttered or said anything stupid.



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[blake]

Octavia Blake

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I don't want to survive. I want to live.

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The goal was not to draw attention to herself. She sat in class and would sometimes get distracted by everything happening around her. It could be something as simple as someone walking around the room. She wasn't use to blocking out do much activity. When class was over she picked up her books and walked toward the door. That was when a boy stepped up to her. O still got excited when others talked to her, so she paused and smiled up at him. Her eyes were a little bit wide at the excitement from anyone talking to her. "Hey," She said back.

He introduced himself, and O reached for his hand. It was warm and strong, and she didn't want to let go. Touching was something else she wasn't used too from strangers, but she made herself let him go after a lingering moment. "I'm Octavia," She told him. "I just switched from a different station." He hadn't asked, but she thought it best to offer a reason why he didn't know her. She didn't want him thinking too much on it. "I'm trying to catch up." Gesturing to her books. She wasn't too behind, as Bellamy had taught her so much, but there were somethings that she struggled with.

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“Hey.” With just one word, he felt his stomach erupt with butterflies. She was even prettier up close. Get yourself together Wells. He held on to her hand, enjoying the way it fit into his before reluctantly letting go. He didn’t want to scare her off by being too forward. "I'm Octavia." He smiled as she introduced herself, acting like he hadn’t already known her name. "I just switched from a different station." That must have been why he hadn’t seen her around before. Because he definitely would have noticed.

"I'm trying to catch up." He noticed her books and had an idea. “Let me hold those for you.” They weren’t particularly heavy but he wanted to use any excuse to stay close to her and this was the best way, short of stalking her. Which he obviously would never do… Without waiting for her to protest he smoothly took the books out of her arms and carried them setting them on top of his own. “You know,” he began, turning to her. “I could help you out with catching up.” He said nervously, putting the offer out there and fearing rejection. “I mean if you want, not that you need help,” he quickly added. “But if you want help, I’m here.” Real smooth Wells, real smooth.

[blake]

Octavia Blake

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I don't want to survive. I want to live.

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“Let me hold those for you.” He offered, reaching to take her books. Octavia let them go slowly, not sure what to do with her hands now that they were free. “I could help you out with catching up.” Her eyes jumped from the books to his face, and she felt surprised at first. “I mean if you want, not that you need help,” Because she was used to not interacting with people and now here someone was offering to help her! “But if you want help, I’m here.” A slow smile spread over her face, as she realized that he was talking to her because he was trying to be friends, not because eh wanted information, or was trying to expose her. Her first friend!

"That would be great," She told him, her hands falling to her sides and nervously touching the edges of her dress. She hoped no one noticed, but this was as much conversation she had really had with anyone besides Bellamy or her mother. "I know the basics, but school was a little different where I am from. If would like any help you could give me in catching up!" And a chance to spend time with someone--anyone!--besides her brother! She loved Bellamy! She did with all her great but, she wanted to explore the world that he had made her love with his stories--she wanted to make stories of her own now too!

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"That would be great," Wells let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. A grin spread across his face. “Wonderful!” He couldn’t believe this was actually working. That she really wanted to hang out with him. Sure it would be for ‘studying’ purposes but he hoped that wouldn’t be all they would do. He hoped they could get to know each other better, become friends. And maybe at some point down the line he could actually ask her out on a proper date. The thought excited him, because while before it was just a fantasy, now it seemed more like a plausible possibility. He definitely didn’t have that kind of courage now. Wells was taking this one step at a time. It was a miracle he’d even built up the courage to talk to her today.

“We can study together, and you’ll be caught up in no time.” Though he hoped they would continue seeing each other after that. “I mean I don’t mean to brag but I am kind of a genius,” he joked flashing a smile at her. “I could even teach you some chess if you’d like.” Did that make him sound like a giant nerd? It did make him sound like a giant nerd. Nice going Wells. And it was going so well too. He’d never felt this self-conscious before in his life. Usually he didn’t care what other people thought of him. Building a thick skin over the years to shield himself from the unkind comments some people would direct at him because of his father’s position as chancellor. But now, walking next to this girl, he realised he really did care what she thought about him. It was an unfamiliar feeling and it scared him to death.