Chapter 12
Clarke sat up abruptly, her head still felt heavy from the alcohol, but at least now she could look around without the room spinning. It took her a second to realize the warmth she felt on her side was Lexa’s arm. Well, that was awkward. She turned around to face a sleepy-eyed Lexa, who raised an eyebrow
“Hope you slept well”
Clarke opened and closed her mouth several times, at loss for words. She felt blood rushing to her cheeks from embarrassment, she’d indeed fallen asleep on the couch.
“It’s okay” Lexa sighed as she stretched her arm, which was numb from Clarke’s weight, and pointed at the few people who were still dancing “the party still goes on”
Clarke cleared her throat
“Um..I’m sorry I fell asleep on you, I mean, I didn’t mean to, not that I don’t appreciate the company or whatever, I just…the alcohol, and you were so comfortable, not as in fat, just…I mean, there wouldn't be anything wrong if you were, like, fat, is fat an offensive word? Because it shouldn’t be, right?”
Lexa’s eyes stared at her wide open when she cut off Clarke
“I didn’t understand half of what you just said” she amusedly smiled “that’s some verbal diarrhea you've got”
Clarke couldn’t help the goofy smile on her face “Yeah, I’ve been told”
Lexa smiled back at her for a few seconds until they were interrupted by a drunk Monty who stumbled upon them, holding a bottle of his homemade booze and incomprehensibly slurring before collapsing onto the sofa, grumbling something about not drinking ever again.
Clarke stood up (too quickly, note to self: do not stand up so carelessly when drunk) and helped Lexa do the same while Monty got into a more comfortable position on the sofa, apparently the party was already over for him. Clarke looked at her right wrist, confusion showed on her face as she looked at the other one. A thought crossed her mind: I’m left-handed. She looked again at her right wrist, turning her arm while she did so.
“Clarke? Is everything okay?”
Clarke furrowed her brow “What time is it?”
Lexa took a look at her phone “6.45”
Clarke nodded, still looking for her watch until she remembered she’d left it on her music stand and sighed in relief.
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Raven softly ran her fingertips through Octavia’s back. She didn’t understand what had happened so far that night, nor did she need to. They’d talk in the morning, she decided, but for now she’d enjoy the moment.
“SHIT.”
Or not.
“SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT” Octavia suddenly jumped off the bed and started getting dressed, much to Raven’s shock
“O, what’s wrong?” Raven rubbed her eyes while lazily sitting up on the bed
“Lexa”
“Lexa who?”
Octavia stopped for a second “Lexa as in my best friend?” Raven smacked her forehead, of course “My deaf best friend who obviously doesn’t drive and whom I’ve left alone at a party. Because of you. Again.”
Raven started searching for her underwear beneath the sheets and getting dressed as well as fast as she could
“What are you doing?”
Raven half-jumped, half-fell off the bed while trying to find matching socks “Let me drive, you’re too drunk”
“I’m not”
Raven scoffed “Whatever, it’s my car, and I was supposed to bring Clarke home.”
Octavia glared at her for a second before holding back a smile “Clarke who?”
Raven rolled her eyes and grabbed her car keys “Whatever.”
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Clarke had been wandering around the house for a while before realizing Raven was nowhere to be found. She had gone to the front porch to get some air when she unlocked her phone. 4 missed calls and 156 new text messages. Great. Most of the texts were from the group chat they basically used to embarrass each other sending pictures of themselves partying (there were probably several photos of Clarke sleeping on the couch from that night). The missed calls were, of course, Raven’s. She called back, but no one answered. She checked her texts
4.13 clsrk i think im levaing
4.15 leaving* lmao
4.30 octavua kissd me yay
4.36 yup imma go
6.51 CLARKE IM SO SORRY
6.53 on my way to pick u up dont hate me pls
She smiled, Raven was really head over heels for that Octavia after all.
6.57 not mad at u rae dont worry
6.58 your tellin me evrthing abt her tho
Clarke took out a cigarette only to remember she’d lost her lighter the day before. And she was supposedly going to stop smoking. She put the cigarette on her ear while checking her texts, unsurprised by the amount of shirtless pics Bellamy had sent through the group chat, only outnumbered by Monty and Jasper’s selfies, which Clarke kept in her meme folder. She took a look inside the house, barely anyone was still awake, and those who were were either too drunk to leave or already leaving the house.
Lexa checked her phone as well, while looking for her jacket. It was a dark leather jacket she was quite fond of and she’d been lucky enough to take it off the moment she’d gone into the house, therefore saving it from the drink that had stained her shirt thanks to Clarke’s clumsiness. She checked her phone, it’d been a few hours since she’d last seen Octavia (to be honest, she hadn’t been exhaustively looking for her, but still, she needed a ride home).
4.04 lex this octvia cnfuses me
4.10 shes so cute :c
4.34 lmao im w her
4.45 were goin 2 her place call u asap
6.50 k im comin 2 pick u up, sorry 4 leavin
Lexa rolled her eyes amusedly
7.04 O, I would've taken a bus, you didn't have to
Octavia quickly replied
7.04 dude, i do
7.05 btw, who was sleepin w u on the couch? ;) she pretty
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Octavia smiled when Lexa didn't reply, she’d find out by herself. She turned on the radio, trying to fill the silence between her and Raven, switching relentlessly from one radio station to another.
“Wait, leave that one!”
Octavia skeptically stopped “You can’t be serious”
“It’s my guilty pleasure, and if you ever dare tell anyone…”
The other girl couldn’t hold back her laughter
“…”
Octavia began crying in laughter
“…”
“I’m sorry” she said through ragged breaths
"It’s just…country ballads? Seriously?”
Raven rolled her eyes but a small smile made its way onto her face as O tried to muffle her laughter.
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Clarke narrowed her eyes, trying to determine if what she was seeing was (finally) Raven’s car. She stood up and didn’t feel any dizziness, so she assumed she was finally sober. Or not. The lights she’d seen belonged to a small blue car, that looked definitely nothing alike her friend’s truck. She sighed and took a look at the nocturnal sky, no stars were to be seen. She missed that from her hometown, she’d always loved the stars and knew every constellation by heart, although she almost never managed to find them on the real sky, just on pictures or maps. She took a few steps, trying to catch at least a glimpse of the North Star, when she heard a groan, followed by a loud “OUCH”
Clarke immediately looked at the girl whose foot she’d stepped on, rushing to apologize but shocked when she saw who it was
“If you usually flirt by crashing into girls, let me tell you it’s not a very good idea. They might be annoyed.” Lexa said seriously
“I’m so sorry, I…”
Panic showed on Clarke’s eyes, it definitely seemed like she always found a way to screw up whenever she saw this girl. She hurriedly tried to figure out what else to say so that Lexa wouldn't be too pissed off.
“Clarke, I was joking”
“Oh, well…OH. Oh, wow. Hey,” she furrowed her brow “that’s mean, I thought you were angry.”
A familiar voice approached them “Am I wrong, or did I just hear Lexa Woods, the buzzkill, the anti-joker, ms. ‘I-don’t-think-that’s-funny’ make a joke?”
“Shut up, O, I can be funny. Sometimes.”
“Yeah, sure.”
Raven stuck her head out the truck’s door and honked the car’s horn (Clarke had definitely not seen them arrive). Clarke picked her purse from the floor and started walking towards the car while Raven motioned for the other two girls to get inside as well. The four sat on the car in a tense silence until, ironically, Lexa broke it.
“Awkward.”