Chapter 10
Friday morning led Clarke into a sea of orange and black- the school colors- and it made it even harder for her to find the person she was looking for. She wanted to find Lexa, to talk to her about what had happened the day before, but Lexa was nowhere to be found. She knew the brunette had gotten a ride from Lincoln that morning, but Lincoln was nowhere to be found, either. Not even Octavia knew where the duo was, and that thought was unsettling. After the “scene rehearsal” (which is what Clarke was calling it- she didn’t want to just start flinging around the saying “making out in the dressing room” when she wasn’t even certain what she and Lexa were) Lexa had walked away with a sway in her hips and a wink, but Clarke didn’t even get so much as a text message from the girl. By the time the late bell rang Clarke had given up her search for her friend and went to class, trying her hardest to focus on her studies but her mind had gone elsewhere.
Clarke had gone through the motions of each of her classes (which they weren’t even really doing anything in- homecoming week and all that) and she was really grateful for the shortened schedule they had due to the pep assembly later that afternoon. Lexa still hadn’t messaged her and she was ready to give up questioning the girl.
“Would you stop moping around? It’s homecoming- you’re supposed to be having fun.” Raven stated, nudging her arm as they stood outside Octavia’s locker.
“I am having fun, Ray. I just.. Have a lot on my mind.”
“Everything okay?”
“I’m fine, really.” Clarke shrugged, leaning against the lockers and letting her head rest against it with a soft bang. “I just really need to talk to Lexa.”
“She should be in the drama room- we were running late this morning.” Clarke and Raven looked over to the side to see Lincoln and Octavia approaching the latter’s locker- Lincoln’s arm around Octavia’s shoulders.
Clarke could feel Raven tense up next to her, but her friend relaxed when Octavia came up to her and kissed her on the cheek. Clarke tried not to question it- whatever was happening between the three of them was something they had to have discussed, but it still seemed.. Slightly unsettling. Clarke was worried that Raven was going to end up getting hurt again. Her eyes fell on Raven until the girl looked at her, and gave her a soft smile.
“Okay, well, I think I’ll leave you three be and go find her.” Clarke announced, wanting to leave the situation before she said something that might have offended her friends. It wasn’t that she wasn’t okay with them.. all being a couple- she didn’t mind that that much. She just didn’t really understand it.
She walked into the drama classroom and scanned the room, trying to find the girl in question. She found her sitting in the corner, a book in her hands and a bright orange scarf around her neck that Clarke would usually cringe at. Her footsteps were soft and quiet as she walked over to Lexa, her nerves settling in her stomach as she got closer. Lexa looked so at ease- so peaceful and while Clarke didn’t want to ruin that sense of serenity for her.. She wanted answers. She waited a few moments until Lexa looked up at her, and when their eyes met she couldn’t help the smile that appeared on her face.
“Clarke.. Hey. Sorry I haven’t messaged you- I’ve been a little all over the place.” Lexa explained, uncrossing her legs as she reached down to put her book in her bag.
“Oh- it’s not a problem. I uh.. I just wanted to talk to you about what happened yesterday…”
“What do you mean?” Lexa furrowed her brow.
“In the dressing room? We-”
“Gather ‘round everyone- we’ve got a parade to discuss!”
Clarke was ready to smack Anya- detention be damned.
“We can talk after class, okay?” Lexa suggested, placing a hand on Clarke’s arm before she led them to the circle.
Clarke sighed. It was going to be a long day.
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“So.. you wanted to talk about what happened yesterday?” Lexa asked, pulling her backpack over her shoulder after the shortened drama class.
“Yeah, uh.. What happened in the dressing room? I get that it was part of the scene but I don’t think they got that into the scene in the actual play and I was wondering what actually happened between us then-”
Lexa had pressed her lips to Clarke’s softly, effectively getting the girl to stop rambling. It was short and soft, and when the brunette pulled back, Clarke had a smile on her face. She wanted to pull the girl closer to her, but with people still trickling out of the drama room, the nagging voice in the back of her head kept saying it was a bad idea. The sound of someone cat calling her made her groan, and while sending a glare at the person in question she huffed.
“Fuck off, Murphy!” Clarke growled, watching as the boy shook his head while laughing and walked away. She sighed and turned back to Lexa, running a hand through her hair.
“I’d suggest ignoring him.. There’s really nothing more you can do about him.” Lexa suggested, shrugging as she turned to walk out the door. Clarke followed her.
“I know- he just drives me nuts. He never knows when to stop, y’know?”
“I know. But we only have to deal with him until the end of the play.. Rumor has he it can’t sing so he won’t be in the musical.”
Clarke gave her a small smile. “Who’s to say I’m going to do the musical?”
Lexa smirked. “I figured you’d want to- it’s not every day you get to partake in a musical with Anya as the director.”
“Do you have to talk about her?” Clarke groaned. “She hates my guts.”
“She doesn’t hate you, she’s just-”
“Biased?”
Lexa sighed, but nodded.
Clarke looked down and slipped her hands into the pockets of her jeans. They fell into a soft silence between the two of them, something gentle despite the hustle and bustle around them. People were starting to get excited for the pep rally that was only in a few hours, but as Clarke and Lexa walked through the hallways, they didn’t partake in them. Clarke gave a few of her teammates and Bellamy’s teammates high fives when they offered, but other than that she wasn’t really getting super hyped. She didn’t want to get caught up in something, then have Lexa walk away. She wanted to be around Lexa constantly if given the chance.
They walked to the lunch table that held the rest of their friends, and again Clarke could see how close Octavia was being to both Lincoln and Raven. She chewed her lip and sat down across from them, right next to Bellamy. She motioned for Lexa to sit on the other side of her, and she could see the hesitance in her friend.
“C’mon, Lex. We don’t bite too much.” Jasper commented, smirking over at the girl. Clarke rolled her eyes, but felt a wave of relief wash over her when Lexa sat down nonetheless.
She glanced over at the other side of Bellamy, where Monty was sitting. He seemed to be okay, but he was staring down at his food, seeming to be lost in thought. He was concentrating hard and Clarke bit her lip, observing him as her friends continued to converse around her. It wasn’t until Jasper reached over and took a fry from Monty’s food that Monty looked up, his eyes full of fear.
“What’re you doing?” He asked, looking at his friend.
“What? Dude- it’s just a fry.” Jasper replied, munching on said fry.
“No no no- I was counting- I-”
“Chill the hell out, Monty. It was just a fry- here, you can have one of mine.” Bellamy offered, but Monty shook his head.
“No- no!”
Clarke could tell something bad was going to happen if she didn’t get Monty out of there so she acted fast, getting out of her seat and running over to her friend.
“Hey- hey it’s okay, okay? Come on.. Let’s go talk, okay?” Clarke asked, her voice soft as she gently took Monty’s hand. Something was really wrong with her friend. When Monty complied she led them out of the cafeteria, right to the art room where he had consoled her years before. His mom wasn’t in the room, which made things easier.
She had Monty sit down on one of the stools and she stood in front of him, watching as he broke down. His breathing was quick and she could see tears in his eyes as he fought to find his breath again, his hands wringing together tightly only to be loosened the next second. His eyes were focused on the ground and she noticed as he gently started to rock himself slightly. Clarke didn’t have a struggle with anxiety, but after spending time with her mother in the hospital, she knew what it looked like.
She kept quiet as she moved to sit next to him, gently reaching over to rub his back. He jumped and his breath caught again, and Clarke had moved to remove her hand, but he shook his head and she continued. It took a few moments, but he soon managed to calm down to where he had his breathing under control and he was shaking only minimally. He wiped his eyes furiously and looked over at Clarke when he had calmed down. Clarke only looked at him with concern, but comfort. She wasn’t going to judge him for breaking down at school when she had been in a similar position only years previous.
“Wanna tell me what that was about?” She asked softly, continuing to rub his back gently.
“I don’t know.. I was counting what was on my plate- it makes me feel better, makes my mind shut up for a little bit- a-and he just took it, messing up my counting.. I panicked.” Monty explained, his voice small and quiet.
“I saw that,” Clarke joked gently, giving him a smile. “Do you know why that’s happening?”
Monty shook his head. “No, I don’t.. But it’s been happening for a while. I can’t sleep without making sure all the locks are right, I can’t think right unless everything is in its place.. Unless everything is perfect.. “ He sighed, looking down. He was quiet for a few moments. “Clarke.. Am I insane? Am I.. Am I broken?”
Clarke felt her heart breaking for her friend. She knew he wasn’t broken, that was for sure, but she couldn’t place her finger on what could be causing his panic attacks. It didn’t sound like general anxiety. Clarke didn’t know what it really sounded like. Her hand moved to his arm and she squeezed it gently, shaking her head.
“You’re not broken, Monty.”
“Is this why Jasper can’t stand to be around me?”
Clarke felt tears pricking at her eyes. “No, no Monty, that’s not true at all. He’s just.. Distracted right now. I’m sure he’ll come around soon.”
“But what if he doesn’t? What if he completely replaces me? What if-”
His breathing had started to quicken again and Clarke started to rub his back again. “Monty don’t get yourself worked up right now, okay? Jasper’s not gonna replace you. If he does, he’s being an idiot. You’re an amazing guy, Monty. If Jasper can’t get his head out of his ass to see that, he doesn’t deserve to be your friend.” Clarke explained, watching as he calmed down.
They sat there for the rest of lunch, with Clarke rubbing his back and Monty telling the blonde how he was feeling. It was nice, being away from the loud cafeteria for a while. When it was time to go to their next class, Monty went ahead of her, but Clarke stayed back, saying that she’d text him. He was skeptical of it, but went nonetheless, and when his mom returned to her classroom Clarke told her what had happened. She was worried about Monty- what happened really scared her. She couldn’t describe it all without feeling like crying. By the time they were done Clarke was late for her next class, and had to get a pass.
Clarke didn’t return to class. She went right to the bathroom and broke down. She knew she had done all she could to help Monty, but she felt like it wasn’t enough.
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The first thing Clarke noticed when she walked into the pep assembly was how loud everyone was being. It was almost like a zoo, with everyone talking at once. She had found her friends almost immediately and sat down next to them; with Raven on her left and Lexa on her right. She leaned into Lexa slightly, a smile on her face when she saw the brunette actively conversing with Monty and Octavia. It was nice to see her friends all getting along- especially after what happened at lunch. She found herself being more quiet than usual, instead of conversing she found herself resting her head on Lexa’s shoulder and just feeling content. At least until the activities began.
The football team played a few games with people in the audience and Clarke was cheering Bellamy on with all of them- she was almost sure that she was being one of the loudest people in the room. By the time the games ended Clarke felt like she had lost her voice (she didn’t, thankfully), and they had moved on to the next portion of the assembly.
The announcement of the nominations for Homecoming King and Queen.
Underclassmen had been picked to be homecoming representatives in the parade, and when their names were called they all went down to the gym floor where they’d stand and wait for the senior names to be called. Eight names were going to be called, four guys and four girls, and Clarke was only hoping that her name wouldn’t be called. Homecoming royalty wasn’t really her thing. Plus, if she were a nominee, that would mean that she wouldn’t be able to walk with Lexa in the parade.
Principal Wallace had gotten the names for the nominations and he began to read off the card. “The first pair of nominations for Homecoming Royalty are.. Octavia Blake and Finn Collins.”
Clarke clapped and patted Octavia on the back as she walked down- even if she seemed to be scowling the entire time.
“Bellamy Blake and Gina Martin.”
That was expected.
“Cage Wallace and Ontari Birch.”
Once again, expected.
“John Murphy and Clarke Griffin.”
Clarke sighed and tried her hardest to not groan out loud as she stood up and walked down to the gym. She could feel many eyes on her as she walked down and stood next to Octavia, not wanting to be anywhere near Murphy in that time. She could feel Octavia next to her- she was expressing a look of both excitement and fear.
“What’s up?” Clarke whispered as Wallace continued to talk about Homecoming.
“Five out of eight of the homecoming royalty are in the production. One of them is Romeo. What the hell are we going to do about our float?”
Clarke swallowed. She didn’t really know.
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They had managed to come up with a compromise right before the parade was to begin. With the drama club being severely underrepresented- most of the cast being royalty- they decided against dressing up for the parade. Homecoming Royalty was supposed to look nice, most girls choosing to wear dresses, but for those in the club, they opted for their shirts to represent the group they came from. Even Murphy complied by it (after begging and a threat from Octavia). Clarke wasn’t super excited to have to share a car with him, but throughout the parade, Murphy seemed to be quite respectful. He did what he had to do- wave to people watching, and even made some small talk with Clarke. That didn’t make her like the fact that she was going to have to be around him for a while, though.
The parade lasted only about an hour or so and Clarke couldn’t help herself from constantly wanting to look behind her, past the other groups walking to see Lexa atop the float for the drama club. She looked quite in her element- almost like a princess. It looked effortless for her, like she had done it a million times before. It didn’t fail to bring a smile to Clarke’s face.
She had to figure out what exactly her feelings were for Lexa.
The rest of the parade was uneventful, even when she saw Lincoln standing on the side in something other than black- he was actually wearing orange. It was odd, but kind of funny at the same time. They weren’t able to get out of the cars until they got to the parking lot of the school and Clarke had never been happier to get away from Murphy. He had gone off to be with the football guys for some pre-game whatever it was, and Clarke had managed to find her way to the drama club. They didn’t have too long before the play began, but Kyle’s dad had brought his small grill and they were able to have their own, small little tailgate party. Clarke was happy about it, and even happier when Lexa had decided that her lap was a good enough seat. It was worth the looks she had gotten from the rest of the club, and the suggestive smirk that Raven had sent her way (she had glared at her friend for that).
The game was just like any other game aside from the fact that the stands were packed on both sides. Clarke wasn’t prepared for how packed the game was, but it was awesome to see how into the game everyone was getting. Long gone were the people who only went to the games to see their friends and in their place were people who were cheering for every touchdown on their team and cursing under their breath with every fumble or scoring of the opposite team. In the end, Arcadia High had come out victorious and everyone was planning to go out celebrating. Murphy was having another one of his parties and while most of her group wanted to go, Lexa didn’t. She said that she was tired and she wanted to get some rest for the dance tomorrow, but something was telling her that it may have had something to do with how the last party they went to ended. Lincoln had wanted to go with Octavia and Raven, so Clarke told him that she’d walk Lexa home.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go to the party?” Lexa asked as they exited the stadium.
Clarke nodded and pulled her jacket back on over her shoulders. “Yeah, I’m sure. I mean, I don’t think it’ll be that fun watching my friends all getting drunk and being all over the place. Besides, we’re not the only ones not going. Monty decided to go home, too.”
“What happened with him today, anyways?”
Clarke licked her lips and sighed. “I don’t really know, exactly.. He had a panic attack in the art room, though. We talked some things out and I talked to his mom.”
“Are you sure that was a good idea? What if he gets upset?”
“I’d rather he be upset with me than something be seriously wrong and his mom not know.”
Lexa smiled at her. “That’s.. Really adult of you, Clarke.”
They started to walk the way to Lexa’s house, with the brunette leading the way because Clarke had no idea where they were going. They were going the opposite way of town, even to the point where there wasn’t any sidewalk anymore. They walked along the road, without a car in sight. It wasn’t that odd, most people were all in town because they were celebrating the win. It felt like time had stopped as they walked, up until Clarke heard a crack of thunder. Her eyes widened as she turned to Lexa.
“Was that thunder?” She asked; Lexa gave her a look that confirmed her suspicions.
“Shit.” Clarke cursed, then took off running. Lexa had mentioned that they were halfway to her house, and Clarke was hoping that if they ran they’d be able to outrun the rain.
They ran and ran, but their running was moot as the rain came down atop of them. Clarke heard a laugh from Lexa behind her and she couldn’t help but laugh herself, coming to a stop because running was useless at this point. The next thing she knew she had a sudden force behind her, sending her forward, but firm yet gentle hands on her hips to keep her from falling. She turned around to see Lexa right there, her eyes bright and a grin on her face.
“I guess we didn’t run fast enough, huh?” Lexa asked, her voice flooding with amusement as her hands didn’t fall from her hips.
Clarke only laughed, shook her head and acted on impulse- she reached up and cupped Lexa’s face between her hands and seared forward, pressing her lips to Lexa’s firmly. Lexa pulled her closer and their bodies were flush together as their lips moved together so fluidly, so gently, like they were made for each other. The rain continued to pour down around them, hitting the leaves and the gravel under their feet but they didn’t separate. They stayed locked together, embracing each other so innocently until thunder cracked again and they separated, both too happy to form words. Lexa smiled first and looked down, then up at the sky that continued to rain.
“Come on.. I’m sure my mom wouldn’t mind if you borrowed some of my clothes.” The brunette suggested and Clarke could only follow.
She wasn’t expecting to have Indra suggest that Clarke stay the night, too.
“So, you work at the museum?” Clarke asked from her spot on the couch, a box of take-out in her lap. “That’s.. Really cool, actually. I used to go there all the time as a kid.”
“I do, yes. I used to work at the Smithsonian.” Indra replied, chuckling at the look that took over Clarke’s face. “I take it you’ve never been?”
“No, I haven’t.. My dad and I used to make plans to have a family road trip to D.C., but..” Clarke trailed off, and Lexa placed a hand on Clarke’s thigh in support. Indra gave her a look of sympathy.
“I see.” Indra didn’t have to ask what had happened- the look on both of the girl’s faces were enough to confirm her suspicions. “So, Clarke, do you have a date for tomorrow night?”
Clarke shook her head. “I don’t, no. I’ve been pretty busy so I wasn’t able to find a date. I guess you could say that Murphy’s my date, though.”
“John Murphy? Doesn’t he play Romeo?”
“Yeah, he and Clarke are nominees for homecoming king and queen.” Lexa stated, taking a bite of her food.
“Well, congratulations, Clarke. I wish you the best of luck tomorrow night.”
Clarke smiled at her. “Thank you. I just hope he doesn’t get the wrong idea if we win. He kinda.. Doesn’t know how to take no for an answer.”
Indra nodded in response. “Lexa, do you need the car tomorrow or are you getting a ride from Lincoln?”
Lexa hummed and went to respond, but Clarke beat her to it.
“I could give you a ride, if you want. My mom’s letting me take her car tomorrow night ‘cause Bell is taking Gina and there’s not a whole lot of room in his truck.” She offered, looking over at Lexa.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course. I can pick you up.” Clarke smiled, and Lexa nodded.
“I’d like that a lot.”
They had settled in to watch a movie until Indra had gone off to bed, and Lexa suggested that they went upstairs to her room. Clarke took in her room with a gasp of air; it seemed to really scream Lexa. The walls were painted a dark green with accents of white and yellow dancing around the walls, all behind various posters of Broadway shows. There was a simple desk and dresser and a door that Clarke assumed led to her closet, but the things atop it were things that Clarke had only assumed that Lexa was interested in. Books lined them each, as well as stapled papers and binders that Clarke felt didn’t have anything to do with school. But there was one thing that was overflowing the room that Clarke couldn’t help but chuckle at. There were candles everywhere.
“And I thought I had a candle problem..” She joked, earning a snicker from Lexa.
“Shut up, Clarke.”
As Lexa went right to the bed, Clarke had found herself walking over to the desk, finding a picture that was propped up against a desklamp. In the picture was Lexa with someone that Clarke had assumed was Lexa’s friend from D.C. She took in the image, how happy Lexa had seemed and how the other girl seemed to be laughing. It brought a small smile to her face.
“Her name was Costia.” Clarke turned to see Lexa on the bed, staring at her. She furrowed her brow.
“The girl in the picture. Her name was Costia. She was.. Amazing. A great person; so full of life and love. She didn’t have a hateful bone in her body.” Lexa smiled sadly and stood up, walking to stand next to Clarke. She looked at the picture and gently took it from Clarke, setting it back down in it’s spot.
“Why do you keep saying was?”
“Remember when I told you I lost someone?”
Realization fell over Clarke’s features.
“She was a sophomore, I was a freshman. So.. three years ago, roughly. She loved field hockey, history, and well.. Me.” Clarke felt Lexa stiffen up a little next to her. “She was walking home from school.. And some idiot was intoxicated while driving. She didn’t even see it coming.”
“Lexa..” Clarke placed a hand on Lexa’s arm.
“It’s okay, really. I’m alright. But can we please go to bed?” Lexa asked, giving Clarke a pleading look.
Clarke only nodded and they retreated to the bed, neither of them saying another word for the rest of the night.
When Clarke woke up the next morning to a text from Bellamy saying that he was there to pick her up, she felt Lexa’s arm around her and a gentle breath on the back of her neck, and she had never in her life felt more content.
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Clarke usually never went too all out when it came to homecoming, but with this not only being her last but also one where she had a chance of being homecoming queen, she had to outdo herself. Sure, she put off this “I don’t care” vibe when it came to homecoming royalty, but in reality, she was excited. She and her friends were getting ready at her house, then they were going to drive over to the Woods’ house for pictures there (as per Indra’s request when she found out that Lincoln had asked both Octavia and Raven). They had planned everything out last minute, but Abby and Octavia’s parents were going to meet them at the Woods’ house for pictures. It was all short notice, but everything seemed to be working out. Even Bellamy and Gina were going to be meeting them there.
Clarke was the last to finish getting ready out of the three of them, and the way she looked had brought her mother to tears and a smile to both of her friend’s faces. At one point Octavia had brought her close and whispered, “Lexa is a very lucky girl” to her, which if she weren’t already wearing blush her face would show how red she had really gotten.
The pictures were awkward as were so many pictures taken during a big school dance event, but Clarke didn’t mind that much. She knew it was making her mom happy and she didn’t mind it. They had taken pictures as groups, individuals, and even pairs, so when Bellamy had announced that they should leave before they run out of time for dinner, Clarke had never felt more grateful for her best friend.
After they had what felt to be a giant dinner they headed to the school, all entering the doors to homecoming with smiles on their faces. The venue was beautiful (even though it was only the gym- the homecoming committee had done a really good job that year) and it seemed like almost everyone in the school was already there. People were dancing, chatting and having fun, just like they should be. Bellamy and Lincoln had wasted no time in dragging their group out on the dance floor, where they all seemed to be dancing together in one big mob. It was a night that Clarke wouldn’t forget, especially after what happened when it was time for the homecoming royalty to be announced.
“Can I have our nominees come up to the stage, please?” Principal Wallace had said into the mic when the music stopped. The eight individuals had all gone on the stage; Clarke choosing to stand next to Bellamy and Octavia rather than Murphy. She didn’t feel like being around him- always having this feeling that he was going to ruin everything.
“Alright, drumroll please!” Clarke rolled her eyes at her principal trying to be cool, “Your homecoming king is… John Murphy!”
There was cheering as Murphy moved to the front of the stage to be crowned, then the crowd died down as Wallace stepped up to the microphone again.
“Congratulations, Mr. Murphy. Now, for the moment you’ve all been waiting for.. Your homecoming queen is..” He paused for dramatic effect.
“Clarke Griffin!”
Clarke let out a breath and walked forward, smiling as she felt the tiara on her head. The music had picked up again as Murphy led Clarke down to the floor for the “first dance” thing (which Clarke found ridiculous but she went along with it anyways). She had reluctantly wrapped her arms around her shoulders as his hands found her waist, and she found herself looking anywhere but up at him.
“I was hoping we’d get this.. I wanted to talk to you about something.” Murphy whispered, earning Clarke’s attention. When he saw that she was paying attention to what he was saying, he continued. “I’m.. sorry for the way I’ve been acting towards you and Lexa. I was a dick- I realized that when you told me to fuck off yesterday. You looked.. Really, really mad. I didn’t mean to push too far, I..”
Clarke smiled at him and shook her head. “Thank you for apologizing. I guess Lincoln really knocked some sense into you then, huh?”
Murphy chuckled. “I guess so. And uh.. I’ll stay away from Lexa. Stop trying to make a move on her and everything.. It wasn’t right of me to do that at the party.”
Clarke nodded. “Thank you.”
“I know you’d rather be dancing with her..”
“John, it’s okay..”
“No, it’s not.” He whispered and stopped dancing, looking for Lexa in the crowd among everyone else. “You deserve to be dancing with someone you want to be dancing with, not someone you’re forced to.” He explained, reaching for Lexa’s hand. When Lexa reluctantly took it he led her to Clarke, insisting that they danced together. “You’re welcome.”
Clarke mouthed another “Thank you” to him, and her hands fell to Lexa’s waist. She could feel everyone staring at them, everyone looking at them with curiosity and some with judgement, but she didn’t really care (yes she did, she just tried not to think about how much she cared about them all staring). She felt Lexa’s arms around her shoulders and she smiled as she rested their foreheads together.
“That was really sweet of Murphy to do this.” Lexa whispered, swaying along to the music with Clarke.
“Yeah.. it was.”
“Are you okay?”
Clarke’s eyes softened. “Yeah I.. I’ve been doing some thinking..”
“And?” Lexa asked, her eyebrows perking up.
“Will you go out with me?”
Lexa smiled, but remained quiet. Clarke’s heart started to race in a panic, but when Lexa leaned forward and gently pressed her lips to Clarke’s- people watching be damned- Clarke knew her answer.
Sure, everyone around them was staring at them like they had grown a third head, but she didn’t mind it. Not when she had Lexa in her arms, and a date with Lexa to look forward to. She didn’t mind it, because slowly but surely she was learning that things were a worth a lot more than just going through the motions. She leaned forward again and captured Lexa’s lips in her own, earning a gasp from a few people around them, but she didn’t care. Everything was definitely becoming worth the risk.