chilly
"Hey new girl," Anya grinned at Clarke with a smile resembling a certain smug feline. She walked into Raven and Clarke's shared room and unceremoniously plopped face down on the latina's bed with a bold sense of familiarity.
"Didn't know you were bunking here." Anya framed her face with her hands in an almost childlike manner.
Clarke smirked, “I had the choice of crashing with Raven or with Father Jaha, and I think I’m too old and girly for his taste.”
“Oh! Princess has got spunk! Might wanna save some of it. Lexa’s waiting for you,” Anya winked at her.
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Lexa stared at her reflection in the mirror for the umpteenth time. She had tried on everything in her wardrobe just for fun, or so she tried convincing herself. Lexa pulled off the shirt that she was wearing, leaving her in her sports bra. No, it was definitely not for-
“Clarke,” The brunette breathed at the sight of a golden head peeked through a gap in the door. She was immediately aware of her current state of undress. Ugh, Anya must have left their door ajar.
Lexa deftly put on the garment she previously removed, unaware of a lingering pair of cerulean eyes.
The brunette gestured for Clarke to sit on her bed as she settled on Anya's.
“So…”
“You’re from Arkadia, what’s that like?” Lexa asked to break the ice.
Clarke paused, “Boring, mostly.”
Lexa nodded politely.
“I just started high school, so I didn’t have any friends yet. It made sense to come here…” Clarke lied. She was one of the most popular girls in school, despite being a freshman. She was beautiful, outgoing, and kind. Everyone loved her… until her father’s demise. Her transfer to OLPS was a much-needed fresh start.
Azure eyes flickered around the disorderly room to the guitar resting against the wall near the bay window. Clarke walked over, picked up the instrument with some difficulty, and strummed a few chords gently.
“You play?” the blonde asked, eager to change the subject.
“Yes,” Lexa answered. “That was a gift from my dad- I mean, Anya’s dad. I’m adopted. My parents died due to carbon monoxide poisoning while I was in a different wing of the house.”
“Oh,” Clarke looked surprised by the admission. “Okay.”
The captain’s cheeks turned pink with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I don't know why I said that. I literally just met you.”
“It’s okay. I think it’s cool that you’re so open about it.” The blue-eyed beauty smiled.
The brunette got up from her Anya’s twin bed and sat down beside the blonde at the bay window seat.
“I used to get really angry, like murderous-angry. So, Titus-Anya’s dad- gave me this guitar and told me to direct my uh- passion-he calls it- to a different avenue. Here let me show you.”
Clarke handed over the guitar to its owner. Lexa cleared her throat and plucked the strings.
Anya, you’re a motherfucking cunt.
Clarke almost choked.
You could be great, but you’re too dumb.
The brunette stopped abruptly. “Should I continue?” she asked with a playful smirk.
“No, no, I got the idea,” the blonde laughed and placed a hand on Lexa’s knee.
“So, how did you learn?”
Clarke paused. She hardly talked about her dad other than with her mom. “My father taught me.”
“He must be really good,” Lexa said.
“Was,” the blonde whispered.
“He was,” she said again, but louder this time.
“Oh.” Lexa breathed. “It’s okay if you don’t wanna talk about it.”
“Good,” Clarke sniffled, “Because I don’t.”
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“So how’s the project coming along?” Anya asked as she sat at the picnic table.
Lexa looked up, confused, “What project?”
“What were you doing last night?” The dirty blonde gasped dramatically, “You didn’t!”
“What? No! We just talked and played guitar.”
“Oh… so you showed her some fingerings, huh,” Anya winked at the captain. “Or is that not what it’s called?”
The captain inhaled. “I do not recall,” she joked.
“Hey guys.” Raven, Octavia, and Clarke walked over to their picnic table and Lexa watched as alabaster thighs moved purposefully under a short plaid skirt to settle down next to her. She tried to pry her eyes away, but she wasn’t very successful.
“Hey princess, you finally got your uniform, huh?” asked Anya. One would imagine that the more money you pay, the more cloth you get, but apparently not.
“Looks great on you, right, Lex?”
The brunette in question finally peeled her eyes away. “Yep, suits you,” she said with a courteous smile.
“Though, you might wanna-” Lexa pulled off her sweatshirt and placed it over Clarke’s exposed legs. “Gets chilly this time of year.”
The blonde’s heart warmed at the gesture.