Chapter 4
Clarke woke up at 8am with a killer headache and painkillers on a nightstand, but she didn't remember putting them there. She thought it was weird, swallowed the pills and turned to her other side groaning. Then she felt something warm on the other side of bed and her mind began racing.
Who the fuck was that?
What did she do at night?
If she slept with someone, why she was dressed up?
What the hell happened?!
She opened her eyes and met amazing green eyes and beautiful smile. And everything what happened the night before came back like an avalanche to her.
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After Lexa came back from dancing with four girls that night Clarke eyed her suspiciously. The brunette was smiling widely, like she has never been smiling before with her. It sent a new wave of that weird feeling deep in her chest she first felt when Lexa went to dance for the first time. Raven's cheering didn't help it and her mood deteriorated slowly. All she wanted was to go home, but it was only 11pm so Raven would get suspicious if she went home. So she wore her best 'i'm okay and happy mask' and decided to pretend everything was fine.
She danced with some guys and girls, but her mind was far away from the dancefloor. The whole time she was away, she kept glancing at Lexa, until Raven said sorry to her dance partner before dragging her away and pushing inside the toilet, which was a much quieter place and glarong at her.
"Okay, spill the beans, what's wrong with you? You glared at the girl Lexa was dancing with like you wanted to kill her, and now you keep looking at Lexa like she kicked your puppy. So what is wrong with you?"
"I don't know what are you talking about." Clarke dismissed her and rolled her eyes.
"I think you exactly know what I'm talking about. You're afraid Lexa will do something weird and you'll have to run out of the city?" Okay, that wasn't something Clarke was expecting. She was expecting some entirely different.
"What? No." She scoffed. "I'm not afraid. I just..." She trailed off, not wanting to meet Raven's eyes.
"You're afraid!" Raven exclaimed.
Clarke wanted to answer something, but very happy and smiley Lexa walked into the bathroom.
"There you are. I could not find you, why are you here?"
"Umm... Clarke suddenly started feeling bad, so I took her here to calm down, but I think we'll go home now. She's drunk as fuck anyway." Raven smoothly lied to Lexa and shrugged her shoulders. "You coming or staying?"
"I'll go with you, I don't have nothing to do here without you anyway."
When they were standing on the sidewalk and waiting for the cab, Clarke was leaning onto Lexa who was trying her best not to let her fall down on her drunken ass. Clarke was feeling boldened by alcohol in her veins and took Lexa's hand in her and squeezed gently.
"Lexa?"
"Mmm?" The brunette acknowledged her question with soft hum.
"Did you enjoy yourself today?"
"I think so. But you know I don't feel, right? But if I had a choice, I would prefer to spent that time with you, not dancing."
"Lexa, you could say 'no' to them. I totally have to teach you how to refuse."
"Okay."
"Okay. Pretend I'm pretty girl in a club and I want to dance with you, but you're tired. What do you say?"
"Why do I have to pretend you are pretty? I think you are pretty, I don't have to pretend."
"God, Lexa, could you just..." Clarke groaned and rolled her eyes. She lightly shoved Lexa's arm and furrowed her eyebrows. "Okay, pretend I'm some random girl in a club and I so badly want to dance with you. But you don't fancy dancing. You're tired, despite being a robot. Do you want to dance?"
"Sure."
"Lexa!" Clarke all but yelled and stomped her foot. "You were supposed to say 'no'. How can it be that hard for you?"
"You said you wanted so badly to dance with me, why I would say no?" But Clarke only rolled her eyes once again and sighed. Raven was loudly laughing at them in the background.
"Look, she won't say no. I tried to do something with it, but she's stubborn." Raven was still cackling while Clarke tried to teach Lexa how to say no, until the cab arrived.
Later that night, when Lexa tried to put Clarke to bed, Clarke decided to be stubborn. She said she didn't want to change into her pajamas, she didn't want to drink water and go to bed. She was obnoxious, but she had a purpose.
"I want to go to another club." The blonde whined and tugged Lexa's arm. "I don't wanna sleep." She pouted and tried to throw her baggy t-shirt away so Lexa couldn't help her dress up. But Lexa caught the t-shirt and held it to the blonde.
"Clarke, no. You can't go to another party. You have work tomorrow." She said with gravelly voice and after a while she noticed what did she just say. Clarke, of course, started cheering and jumping on the bed.
"I knew it! I knew you could say no!" She yelled and in that very moment her foot slipped off of the bed and she landed with loud thud on the floor next to the bed. When Lexa lifted her onto the bed, there was blood flowing from Clarke's nose.
"Clarke! Why did you do that?"
"I- I don't know." She whined and hissed when Lexa touched her nose. "I wanted to taught you how to say no, and I think I drank too much." She said and tears started falling from her eyes.
"It's okay, Clarke. Don't cry, it will be okay."
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"Oh my god, Lexa, I'm so sorry." She whispered.
"For what?"
"I was a bitch yesterday, I'm so sorry." There were unshed tears in Clarke's eyes and the blonde noticed something similar to sadness on Lexa's face for a second, or it was just her blurry vision making jokes of her.
"That's okay. I don't have feelings, I don't mind. Besides, you did hurt your nose, so." The brunette shrugged and rolled of off the bed.
"The fact you don't have feelings doesn't mean I can be a bitch to you, you could've left me here alone and not put up with me!" The blonde exclaimed jumping out of the bed and walking towards the kitchen. Lexa's eyes lingered only few second on her bare legs befire the brunette followed Clarke.
"You were bleeding quite long time so I think we're even." Lexa said and smiled to Clarke who smiled back as she was pulling ingredients to make an omellete out of the cupboards.
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At the same day, few hours later, Clarke was talking to people at her third art exhibition in Ark Art Gallery and Raven with Lexa were watching her from afar. They were currently appreciating Clarke's dress. Simple, black dress was ending above her knees. Everytime she glanced at Raven, her friend would give her thumbs up and bright smile. Said smile faltered, when she saw a certain man with brown hair among other people who was making his way to Clarke. Raven cursed under her breath and received confused look from Lexa who had heard it, so she pointed her finger at a man.
"See this guy?"
"The one with brown hair and weird smile, walking to Clarke?"
"Yeah. He's trouble. You gotta go to her, because I bet my ass he will try to do something."
"Okay. Why don't you go with me?"
"I can't. He hates me because he landed in jail because of me. It's better if he won't see me here. Go help Clarke."
Raven watched as Lexa disappeared in crowd only to appear next to the blonde, who was unaware of the man walking towards her. She watched as the man approached her friend, and Clarke's eyes widened slightly before narrowing in anger. Lexa eyed the man suspiciously and put her hand on Clarke's back to let her know she was there and she would help her. The man glared at Lexa for a moment before opening his mouth to speak, but Clarke was faster.
"Finn, long time no see. Why did you come here?"