Chapter 3
Lena felt utterly and completely flushed, but only on the inside. On the outside, she remained composed, and it was more for Kara’s sake than it was for Lena’s, really. The poor girl had just taken a foot to a head, had her glasses crushed, and was standing slumped in front of Lena. And of course, this was all Lena’s fault. Yet Kara didn't seem to mind the fact that Lena had just majorly inconvenienced her. As a matter of fact, she seemed kind of curious.
“You said you’re my neighbor?” Kara asked (did she notice that her blonde hair was slightly askew? Lena noticed.)
Lena tugged the left side of her lip up in a half smile. “Yes, I'm fairly certain that we've lived across from each other for about 4 years now.”
“W-wow! That's wild. I don't think I've ever seen you before. Well, I've probably seen you, but I bet I just wasn't paying attention. N-not that I wouldn't want to pay attention to you! I mean, wow. You’re-” Kara was stopped abruptly by a finger on her mouth. Lena’s finger (she noted how smooth Kara’s lips felt on her fingertip.)
“Do you always ramble this much when you meet someone new?”
Kara let out a (nervous?) chuckle. “Essentially yes. But apparently, you're not even that new! How have we been neighbors for 4 years without my knowledge of you?”
“I don't get out often. As a matter of fact, I try to stay in.” She hoped Kara didn't pick up on the twinge of sadness in her voice. Maybe she didn't know about Lex. Lena hoped she didn't know. It would be a shame to see pity on that face of hers. Not a bad looking face, mind you. Lena thought to herself.
“Lena, are you alright? You're face is kinda-” Kara’s own face went kind of red at the mention of Lena’s blush.
What an awkward kid. Lena half smiled.
“Oh yeah, I'm fine. Hey, do you want to maybe eat lunch with me today? I can buy you an ice cream bar as a lame repayment for essentially maiming you and breaking your glasses.”
“Really? I-I mean, you don't have to buy me ice cream, really. You could kick me anytime you wanted and I'd probably be cool with it.” Kara sighed, evidently done with her own mouth betraying her like this. “You know what, pretend I never said that. That was a weird thing to say. Let's go. Please.”
Lena absorbed the scene in front of her. Kara’s hair was slowly falling into her face, and she was 7 shades of red darker than what had to be considered healthy, and her mouth was running 1,739 miles per minute, and her cardigan was buttoned up the wrong way, and Lena could not hold it in anymore so she let out a single breathy laugh and grabbed Kara's (baby) face gently with a single soft hand.
Nimble fingers tucked away a loose strand of blonde hair.
“Let's go. It's not like you really had a choice anyways.” She finished her statement with a wink. (Was the wink too much? Lena was starting to think the wink was too much.)