Chapter 5
The next morning Clarke woke up at her usual time and repeated the previous morning’s activities. She got dressed, made the jog towards the gym and after a decent workout, she jogged home again.
When she arrived back at the house that she shares with her friends she went straight up for a shower, then got dressed and packed her bag for the day.
Now as she walks down the stairs towards the kitchen for a quick breakfast before a busy day, she can hear her friends talking quietly in the room she’s headed to.
She contemplates just skipping breakfast and avoiding conversation with them, but quickly realizes that it would be pointless because she can’t avoid them forever.
She sighs and adopts her mask before strolling into the kitchen with a pleasant smile on her face. She offers a quick good morning to her friends and busies herself with making toast and pouring juice.
She can feel her friend’s eyes on the back of her head and she knows exactly what they are going to say the second that she turns around. So she takes her time, carefully buttering her toast and pouring the perfect amount of juice. She even takes a long gulp of the liquid before turning to face the inevitable, simply to prolong the encounter by a few extra seconds.
“Alright what? What are you both staring at me for?” Clarke asks nonchalantly as she turns to face them before joining them at the table.
“We weren't staring.” Raven tries to defend.
“I was.” Octavia admits with a playful glint in her eyes as Raven turns to glare at her. “What? How could I not? We both know she who has the best ass in this house, and it’s neither of us.” She finishes teasingly towards Raven who scoffs.
Clarke tries not to roll her eyes and burst out laughing. Octavia always has been the shameless flirt of the group. She usually uses it as a tactic to catch Clarke off guard before getting to the point, not that Clarke ever actually falls for the ploy though.
“While I agree with you-” Clarke begins, Raven rolls her eyes and Octavia just grins, “-I would prefer that you just skip the pleasantries and get to the point.”
“Have you thought about Friday yet?” Octavia asks instantly.
Clarke pauses for a moment, she knew that it was coming, but that she still could not actually believing that her friends were bringing this up again already. It was less than twelve hours ago since they were harassing her about it for god’s sake.
“You do realize that it was only last night that you were riding me about going to your boyfriends ‘birthday bash’ right?” She asks incredulously.
“Clarke… You said you’d think about it, you've had time to think, and either way we all know that you are coming with us, so why not just accept it already?” Raven buts in with a victorious grin.
Clarke lets out a bitter sigh – which seems to be happening more and more lately – and rubs her temples. She can feel her mask slipping and knows that she is about to snap at her friends again, so she takes a slow breath to calm herself down.
“You do know that I really, REALLY don’t want to go to this thing right?” She asks, almost pleadingly.
“We know that you really, REALLY don’t want to go-” Raven starts.
“But we also know that you really, REALLY need to go.” Octavia finishes.
Clarke can only sit there staring at her friends with exasperation.
“You’re not letting this go are you?” She finally asks in a defeated tone.
“Nope.” They both answer.
“Fine I’ll fucking go, but after Friday if either of you get on my case again within the month I’m moving out.” She snaps, not even caring that her mask completely fell off momentarily. She gets up, drops her dishes in the sink and quickly leaves the house.
Octavia and Raven are left frozen sitting at the table. Both in shock at the seriousness behind Clarke’s words. They knew her well enough to know that she meant exactly what she said and it made them both extremely nervous.
“Did we push her too far this time?”
“Probably… But this is for her own good right?”
“Right…”
Clarke’s week blurred past her a lot faster then she had hoped. The days and nights seems to blend together and she knew it was all due to the trepidation she felt towards Friday night.
She tried to maintain her normal schedule and for the most part was successful. She kept going to the gym every morning. She’d shower and have breakfast when she got home and then head to college for the day. After all of her classes she would spend a few hours in the afternoon or early evening, studying in the library, before getting a coffee from Jaha’s and heading home. Each night that she arrived home, she’d make herself a quick dinner and head up to her room, staying there for the rest of the night.
She also talked to Heda a few times. They didn’t talk about anything of significance seeing as they were both pretty busy throughout the week, but it was still nice to just chat about random things every now and then.
For the most part, she avoided her friends. Still annoyed at the fact that they pushed her so far that it made her drop her mask in front of them. And her friends seemed to be on eggshells around her, apparently they realized that she was serious when she snapped at them on Tuesday morning.
Now though, Clarke can’t avoid her friends any more. It’s 8PM on Friday night and they’re about to go to Octavia’s boyfriend’s – Lincoln is his name if she remembers correctly – ‘birthday bash.’
She can hear her friends getting ready and calling out to each other from their bedrooms, asking to borrow makeup or jewellery, as if it was an important event, not just another random college birthday party.
Clarke herself decides that there is no way that she is wearing what her friends suggested for her. They came to her door earlier, both knew not to try and enter her room, to help her choose an outfit. But she was quick fend them off and remind them that she had plenty of her own clothes.
So instead of helping her choose something, they retreated to Octavia’s room and came back with a tight, mid-thigh length black dress for her to wear. They left it on the door handle and went back to getting themselves ready.
Clarke eyed the dress for a few moments, knowing that she would look damn good in it, but decided that there was no way that she wanted to wear it.
So instead, she’s now wearing a pair of tight black skinny jeans with a slim fitting dark blue sleeveless top with a folded down white collar. She has her hair up with a few loose bangs hanging neatly to frame either side of her face. She doesn't bother with makeup.
Looking in the mirror she can’t help the small grin that appears.
She’s not arrogant, but she looks good, and she knows it. The jeans fit her legs nicely as does the top, the whole outfit highlights her curves and makes her look great. She does a quick spin to appreciate herself from all angles, gives an approving hum – definitely not arrogant - picks up her phone and heads to the bedroom door.
“What happened to the dress we chose for you?” Octavia asks when they meet at the top of the stairs.
“It’s still hanging on the door.” Is Clarke’s simple response.
“Aww but it would have looked so good on you Clarke.”
“I know.” Clarke says with some humour in her voice.
Octavia takes it as a good sign and wraps her arm around Clarke’s shoulder as they descend to the front door.
“It’s alright, you still look hot to me.” Octavia whispers and adds a wink on the end for dramatic effect.
Clarke tries to maintain a straight face, but it’s hard, if Octavia is good at anything, it’s lightening the mood.
“I know.” Clarke answers again and this time the both burst out laughing.
When the two laughing friends meet Raven at the door she raises an inquisitive eyebrow to them.
“Octavia is just jealous that I don’t have to wear a short dress to look better than her.” Clarke answers playfully.
She figures she may as well try and make the most of the good mood that she’s found herself in. Because she knows that once they’re at the party, surrounded by loud music and alcohol, it probably won’t last for long.
“Some people just have better genes than other I suppose.” Raven responds just as playfully.
“Hey! You’re supposed to be on my side!” Octavia whines.
“Sorry O. But I am on the side of truth!” Raven response dramatically, resulting in another round of laughter from the girls.
“Come on, let’s go.”
They arrive at the party around ten minutes later. They decided to walk so that they could all drink, even though Clarke offered multiple times to be the designated driver.
She could hear the music playing from a block away, and now that she’s walking up to the front door, it’s even louder. There are already people covering the front porch, standing around with drinks while talking and laughing.
She sighs. She knows it’s going to be a long night.
They enter the front door and Clarke is nearly knocked backwards by the smell of alcohol coming from inside. It makes her feel sick in her stomach and she already wants to turn around and leave. But with Octavia in front of her, and Raven behind her, there is nowhere to go.
Octavia’s boyfriend spots them as they come in and quickly comes across to great them. He gives Octavia a quick kiss before turning to the others.
“Hey guys, thanks for coming!” He all but shouts over the music.
“Free alcohol and loud music, thank you for having me!” Raven shouts back, even though they’re standing no further than three feet apart, Clarke wouldn't be surprised if he still had trouble hearing her though. “Happy Birthday!”
When he looks in Clarke’s direction, she just gives him what she hopes is a warm smile and quick nod in greeting. He seems to buy it as he beams back at her.
Happy enough with how the introductions went he turns back to Octavia and shouts something that Clarke barely makes out.
“Come on, I want to introduce you to some of my friends and then my sister, she has to be hiding around here somewhere.” And with that he takes her hand and leads her into the crowd of people.
Clarke feels a tug on her own arm and turns to see Raven smiling at her like a kid in a candy store.
“Come on, let’s go get a drink.” Raven calls out.
Clarke doesn't want to, she already decided that she wasn't going to drink tonight, but she goes along with Raven anyway, not wanting to be ditched at a party that she didn’t even want to go to, no longer than five minutes after arriving.
After Raven picks up a drink for herself she then grabs another one and offers it to Clarke.
Clarke doesn't want to take it, but she does to keep her friend happy. She can just carry it around for a while and ditch it later. If she doesn't take it though, she knows that she’ll get a lecture about how she needs to lighten up and have a bit of fun.
So she takes the drink.
When they turn they nearly walk into two familiar people.
“Whoa, hey guys!” Raven greets enthusiastically.
“Hi!” Monty and Nathan both respond before trading hugs with the girls.
“Jasper and Bellamy are reserving a couple couches in the other room while we get drinks, you should join us.”
“We will.” Clarke answers immediately, not even giving Raven a chance to respond.
A few minutes later Clarke, Raven, Monty, Nathan, Jasper and Bellamy are all sitting on the two couches and chatting over the loud music. Octavia still hasn't returned.
Against previous doubts, Clarke is starting to enjoy herself. It’s been a long time since she’s been out like this with her friends, and for the moment, everything is pretty good.
She’s sitting between Bellamy and Raven on one of the couches while watching a game of beer pong across the room.
“How’s your first week back been?” Bellamy asks from next to her, even in the close proximity, she can barely make out his words. Luckily for her, she is a pretty good lip reader.
She turns to the curly haired brunette who has a big smile across his face. Classic Bellamy, always in a cheerful mood, she always appreciated that about him.
“It’s been okay, really busy though!” She responds.
“Not a big surprise for you, Doctor Griffin.”
She lets out a light laugh at his playful tone and loses herself in light conversation with her friends for the next twenty minutes. Every now and then, someone gets up to get another drink before coming back a few minutes later.
She listens to Raven tell the boys about how her internship at NASA went, she listens to Monty and Nathan talk about their holidays together, and she can’t help but smile when they tell stories about meeting each other’s parents. She listens to Jasper when he tells them about a girl, Maya, that he met over the summer that he ‘kinda-sorta’ dated. And finally she listened to Bellamy tell them about how his summer was spent travelling and exploring the world.
When it got to her turn, she told them about her summer working at the hospital with her mother, and even though she didn’t think it was that interesting a story to tell, they all seemed interested and encouraging.
She realized that she might have been wrong about going to the party after all. She was actually having a really nice time. She just hoped that nothing would spoil her mood before the night ended…
“Hey look, the beer pong table is free.” Jasper announced to the group, slurring his words slightly. The alcohol was obviously starting to have an effect him.
“Awesome let’s have a game!” Raven seems excited by the idea. Probably because she never loses at beer pong.
“You guys go for it. Monty is our designated driver for tonight, and I don’t want to leave him all alone. We’ll referee or something.” Nathan announces and receives a grateful smile from his boyfriend.
Bellamy goes to say something but is cut off by an excited declaration from Jasper.
“I dibs Raven as my team mate!”
Raven gets a smug grin at that and turns back towards Bellamy.
Bellamy just smiles and shrugs before turning towards Clarke.
“Let’s show these suckers how to play. What do you say princess?” He asks.
And there it is.
Bellamy winces.
Clarke knew that she was having too much fun.
She knew that something had to give and ruin her mood.
And it appears that that something was an old nickname.
Bellamy instantly realized what he’d said and even after offering an apologetic frown he cops an elbow from Raven.
Clarke already has old memories flashing through her mind, and wants nothing more than to be back at home, in the quiet solitude of her room.
“Clark I’m s-” Bellamy begins, but is cut off when Clarke abruptly gets up.
“I uh- I’m just going to go to the bathroom.” She rushes out and quickly moves towards the stairs, ignoring the calls from her friends to come back.
Of course something had to go wrong.
Something always went wrong.
Lexa sighs for what feels like the hundredth time so far that night. Being her brother’s party and it being in her house, she didn’t really have much choice but to attend.
So that’s how she finds herself leaning against the railing on the back porch with Anya and some of their friends.
She is happy enough to just lean back and listen to them talk about how their summers were and how their first week back at college was. Every now and then she adds in a comment or a fake smile to make it look like she’s partaking in the conversation.
Still though, she’d much prefer to just ditch and go up to her room and study. She almost laughs at herself after that realization. She really isn’t a typical college girl.
She is brought out of her thoughts when she feels a tug on her shoulder. She whirls around, ready to turn down whoever it is wanting to offer her a drink or ask her to dance, it’s already happened multiple times that night, but she is relieved when it is just her brother.
“Hey Linc, I've barely seen you all night.” She tells him while giving the birthday boy a hug.
“Maybe I you weren't hiding out here you would have.” He says back playfully.
Lexa is about to respond with her own witty retort when she notices the pretty girl next to him with dark brown hair, who she assumes is his girlfriend, Octavia.
Being the brilliant sister that she obviously is, she puts on a welcoming smile and greets the girl. She figures it’s the least she could do after avoiding meeting her earlier in the week. It’s not that she didn’t want to meet the girl, she just didn’t want to have to go out to do it. Besides, she was happy for the distraction.
“Hi, you must be Octavia. I’m Lexa, Lincoln’s sister. I've heard a lot of great things about you.”
The shorter brunette beams at the warm greeting and returns it wholeheartedly.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Lincoln talks about you all the time too.” She smiles and offers her hand which Lexa shakes.
Lincoln smiles warmly at the two girls, happy that their first meeting was going so well.
“Do you want to come in with us to get a drink?” He asks his sister who gives him a smile and nods.
Lexa and Octavia follow him back inside, making idle chit chat about college. When they get to the kitchen, Lincoln starts making their drinks and Octavia turns fully towards Lexa with a big grin.
“Lexa, Lincoln tells me that you’re a big fan of Clarke Griffin.”
“Um what?” Is her brilliant response. She is rather caught off guard by the statement.
“He said that you were a fan of her artwork.”
“Oh yeah, I've been following her on Instagram for a few months now. I find her work to be rather... emotional.” Lexa explains, still not sure why the topic was suddenly brought up.
“If you want, I could introduce you to her?” Octavia offers.
“Huh?” Lexa replies, brilliantly forming her words once again. If she wasn't sure that she’d barely sipped on her previous drink, she might have thought that she was drunk.
“She’s my house mate and best friend. She’s actually here tonight.”
Well that was unexpected.
“Umm sure, maybe later when it quiets down a bit?” She asks.
Sure meeting her favourite artist, not that she’d admit that out loud, and well only artist that she followed, would be pretty cool. But what was she supposed to say to the girl.
Hey I find your artwork brilliant, I really connect to it on an emotional level. Say, do you suffer from depression because your work really gives off some vibes.
Somehow she figures that wouldn't be the best conversation starter.
“Awesome.” Octavia beams. “Just let me know when you’re keen.”
Lincoln watches the exchange with a smile before giving the girls their drinks.
“Come on, let’s dance.” Octavia says, grabbing her drink and gesturing Lincoln into the next room.
“Will you be okay Lexa?” He asks his sister, not wanting to ditch her, just after inviting her inside.
“Yeah I’m good, I’ll just head back out to Anya and the girls.” She answers with a smile.
Lincoln is happy enough with the answer, and follows his girlfriend into the next room.
Lexa ditches her drink and heads upstairs towards her room. Happy for a chance to escape some of the noise for a bit and just take a few minutes to relax, without the smell of alcohol surrounding her.
When she walks into her room, she notices that her balcony door is slightly open. She lets out a sigh and gets ready to tell whoever came into her room and decided to use her balcony for a late night make out, to get lost.
When she opens the door and steps out into the cold though, she is surprised at what she finds.
She sees a girl sitting on one of her chairs near the railing with her head leaning back, eyes gazing up at the starry night sky. She has bright blonde hair and is wearing tight black jeans with a blue top. Lexa can’t see the girl’s eyes because her back is turned to the door, but she can hear faint sniffling.
Was she crying?
Lexa coughs softly into her hand, hoping to announce her presence without starting the girl.
It doesn't work though.
The blonde jumps up from the chair and turns around quickly with wide eyes.
“I- Sorry- I didn’t mean to intrude- I just wanted to get some air- away from the crowd- I’ll be going now.” She rushes out, cutting herself off multiple times.
Lexa can now see the blondes piercing blue eyes, although they were surrounded with the red signs of crying, and she could see faint tear tracks going down the girl’s cheeks.
What surprised her the most though was that she actually recognized the girl, she didn’t know her name, but she’d seen her around since returning to college, she just couldn't exactly remember where.
“Its fine, you don’t have to go.” Lexa offers the girl. It would be cruel to make her leave in her current state.
“No- I should-”
“Stay. It’s okay, really.” Lexa tells her firmly, moving back into her bedroom.
She returns to the balcony a moment later to find the blonde looking at her with confusion.
“Here, put this on, it’s freezing out here and it’s starting to rain.” Lexa tells her while offering the girl a hoody.
The blonde seems hesitant to accept it, but after holding it up for her for a while, she takes it and slips it over her head.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.”
Lexa moves to the other chair, slightly across from where the blonde was sitting and sits down, resting her feet on the rail and looking up to the stars. She can feel soft droplets of water falling on her face, but it’s not enough to be annoying, so she just takes in the night sky above her.
It takes a couple minutes until she hears the blonde return to her original seat.
Neither of them say anything to each other for a while. Both seem content to just enjoy the quiet, well as quiet as it can be with a college party going on down stairs, and gaze up at the night sky.
“My names Lexa. Lexa Woods.” She introduces herself after a while of comfortable silence, not bothering to turn her eyes away from the sky.
“Lincoln’s sister?”
“The one and only.”
“I’m Clarke.” The blonde introduces herself. “Octavia’s friend.”
Lexa hums her acknowledgement and they both continue looking up at the night sky until Lexa remembers what Octavia told her earlier.
“Clarke Griffin?” She asks, even though she already knows the answer.
“Yep.”
“Nice to meet you, Clarke.” She doesn't know why she added the girl’s name, but it just seems to roll off her tongue, so she went with it.
“How’d you know my full name?” Clarke asks her, not in accusation, just simple curiosity.
“When I met Octavia before, she offered to introduce us.”
The blonde sighs and Lexa is confused again, maybe even slightly offended?
“That sounds typical of Octavia. Every time I go out with her, she tries to set me up with someone.”
Oh.
“Oh… I don’t know if that was her motive, I think it was just because my brother told her that I was a fan of your artwork.”
Lexa internally face palmed at how lame that sounded.
Great job, who doesn't love coming across as a fan girl.
“Oh… Thanks.” Clarke actually seems genuinely pleased.
Lexa looks across at the girl sitting across from her. For the first time she fully takes in the blonde’s appearance. The soft smile that is now playing across her lips. The sky blue colour in her eyes. The blonde bangs framing her face neatly. The way the moonlight paints her face in picturesque-
She stops her train of thought when she realizes where it’s going and shakes her head.
“Not big on parties?” She asks, wanting to start up some kind of conversation to distract herself.
“Nope.” Is Clarke’s simple answer. “I guess you’re not either?”
“What makes you say that?”
“Well instead of enjoying your brothers ‘birthday bash’ with everyone else, you’re sitting up here, in the cold, getting rained on, with the girl you found crying on your balcony.”
Well apparently Clarke is a girl that speaks her mind, Lexa appreciates that.
“Maybe I’m not big on parties, or maybe I just thought the company was better up here.” She responds before she can stop herself. When she realizes what she said though, she points her eyes back up towards the sky, completely missing the small smile grow slightly on the other girls face.
“I’ll assume it’s the former.” She can hear the smile in the blonde’s voice though.
“Do you want to talk about it?” She offers.
“Not particularly…”
Lexa accepts the answer, and they fall back into silence for another few minutes before the blonde breaks it.
“As you said, I’m not big on parties. Crowds and alcohol, not really my scene any more. And my friend said something which upset me, an emotional trigger of sorts I guess, so I just wanted to get away from it all for a little while.”
She is surprised at the blonde’s honesty. She picks up on her use of the words ‘any more’ but doesn't question it. Instead she just offers back her own honest reasoning for leaving the party downstairs.
“I didn’t really want to go to the party either. But seeing as it’s my brother’s birthday and it’s in our house, I didn’t really have much of a choice.”
Clarke hums her acknowledgement of Lexa’s words and goes to say something else, but is interrupted by her phone buzzing in her pocket.
She pulls it out and frowns when looking at the screen.
“Do you mind if I answer it, it’s probably just my friends wondering where I am.” She asks.
“Go ahead.”
Clarke answers the phone.
“Hello?”
Lexa can’t hear whoever is on the phone or what's being said, but from what Clarke said before answering, she assumes that it's one of her friends.
“No, I’m fine.”
There is a pause.
“I uh- I left a little while ago. The noise was giving me a headache and I needed some air, and ended up just walking home.”
Another pause.
“Yes I’m sure I’m okay.”
Another pause.
“No, you should stay and enjoy your night.”
Another pause.
“Alright, have fun. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She hangs up the phone and turns towards Lexa.
“Sorry. I totally just lied to my best friend in front of you… Probably not the best first impression.” Clarke looks a mix between slightly sheepish and slightly guilty.
Lexa almost laughs.
“It’s fine. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t done the same thing before.”
Clarke smiles warmly at the admission. It looks genuine, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. If Lexa didn’t use the same fake look so often, she wouldn't have even recognized it.
Maybe her theory about the artist had some merit behind it.
“Your mask is good.”
The blonde's smile drops. She looks extremely caught off guard.
“What?”
“It’s almost impossible to fake emotions in the eyes. I've been practising for a while now and still can’t seem to get the hang of it.”
The blonde looks into her eyes, almost as if she were looking right into her soul, before an actual smile takes over her features. A genuine one. A beautiful-
Nope, not going there.
“Touché. You’re actually the first person who’s ever called me out on it.” The sound of soft laughter follows.
“A smile can hide many emotions, but the eyes cannot unfortunately.”
“You sound like you’re talking from experience.”
It wasn't a question. Both of them knew it was the truth.
Lexa was taken aback by the sudden realization. She actually just let her guard down around someone. Well someone other than an anonymous chatting partner over a social media app. Apparently Lexa Woods find’s it easier to open up, even if only slightly, to strangers.
Maybe it’s just because she already feels like she knows the blonde slightly from all of her artwork.
“Your art is your way of expressing your emotions, clearing your mind and stuff like that, isn’t it?”
“Mhm. Once again, you’re the first person to call me out on that one.”
“It’s beautiful how you can portray so many feeling with simple sketches and brush strokes, the way you bring forward such deep emotions with the use of colour...”
There she goes again, sounding like a fan girl. She signs internally.
“That means infinitely more to me than all of the comments that I usually get, telling me how pretty and elegant my artwork is.” The blonde admits, shyly? “Thank you.”
Lexa turns back to find blue eyes looking into her own forest green ones.
“You’re welcome.” Lexa even manages to return the genuine smile.
They continue to observe the colour in each other’s eyes for what feels like hours which is actually only around fifteen seconds, before Clarke stands from the chair. Lexa follows her up.
“I should probably go, it’s getting late.”
Lexa simply nods.
“Thanks for letting me hide away up here. And for the company.”
“It was my pleasure.”
“Oh, and I should probably give this back before I forget.” She goes to take the hoody off but Lexa stops her.
“It’s freezing outside tonight. You can borrow it.”
“Are you sure? I mean, Rise Against is a pretty great band. There’s no way I’d let anyone borrow my hoody if I had one.”
Lexa smiles again at that.
“You’re a fan?”
“Of course.” The blonde answers with some enthusiasm that Lexa can’t stop herself from smiling at.
“It’s fine, really. You can give it back to me tomorrow morning, or on Monday.” Lexa tells her, suddenly figuring out how she recognized the blonde earlier.
Clarke stares at her for a few seconds before smiling again. “I thought I recognized you. I just wasn't one hundred percent sure because we've never actually spoken before tonight.”
“How ironic.” Lexa chuckles. “Octavia wanted to introduce us, but we’re been gym buddies for nearly a week without even realizing it.”
Both girls share a soft laugh at that.
“I think I might sleep in tomorrow. So I guess I’ll see you Sunday morning?”
“I guess so.”
Clarke smiles and heads towards the balcony door.
“Thanks again. For the company, and letting me borrow this.” She says, gesturing towards Lexa’s hoody that she is still wearing.
“It’s no problem, really Clarke.” Lexa responds, the blondes name subconsciously rolling off her tongue once again.
They share one more genuine smile before Clarke disappears back into Lexa’s room. A few seconds later she hears her bedroom door open and close.
She decides to just stay out on the balcony and enjoy the cool night air.
Without even realizing it though, her mind remains on those piercing blue eyes.
1:17AM
Prisa
Hey, are you still up?
Clarke wasn't sure why she decided to message Heda so late that night, well morning, but she just felt like talking to her.
She’s been home for a few hours now and her mood was actually pretty good. She mostly forgot about what ruined her good mood earlier, and was in a much better one.
Her walk home was fine, and she was extremely thankful that Lexa had lent her the hoody to fight off the cold, because she was right, it was freezing.
Not to mention that she was super jealous that Lexa had a Rise Against hoody, and decided that she wanted to get one for her next birthday. It was really warm and it seemed to fit her so perfectly.
Since she got home, she trader her jeans for a pair of comfortable trackies, but the hoody was already so warm so she decided to keep wearing it.
She wasn't really all that tired, so she put in her headphones and listened to music while working on her latest artwork.
It wasn't her usual style, but for some reason the Black Dahlia that she’d been working on was quickly becoming one of her favourite pieces. She decided that she wanted to keep it as a basic sketch, simple black and white, but she wanted to clean it up a lot from how it was.
Now, a couple of hours later, it’s almost finished. The edges are a lot more refined, the proportions have been adjusted accordingly and the proper shading has been added. All that remains is to clean up the fallen petals that spelt out Heda.
Clarke decides to call it a night and get into bed, she still isn’t tired, but she never likes to rush her work, so she figures that she’ll finish it later, it will give her something to look forward to.
She packs up her pencils and sketch book, slips into her bed and turns off the lamp.
She’s still listening to music though, she prefers it to the otherwise silent house.
When Audience Of One by Rise Against starts playing, she thinks back to her time on the balcony with Lexa.
When the brunette first came out onto the balcony, she thought she recognized her, but wasn't too sure. She was pretty sure that she would remember such a beautiful human being if they’d met before, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she knew her from somewhere.
Turns out she did. She thinks back to the first day back at college when she went to the gym. She had no idea back then that the earphone wearing brunette on the exercise bike next to her was her best friend’s boyfriend’s sister
It’s funny how things work out some times.
She snaps back to reality when she feels her phone vibrate beside her.
1:20AM
Heda
Hey. Yeah, sorry I was just brushing my teeth.
What’s up?
Clarke smiles. She’s glad that Heda is awake. They haven’t really gotten to talk much throughout the week, with them both being busy back at college.
1:21AM
Prisa
Not a whole lot. Just thought I’d see if you were up for a chat?
1:22AM
Heda
Of course :)
1:23AM
Prisa
How’s your week been? :)
1:24AM
Heda
It’s been alright, really, really busy though!
How did your papers and presentation go?
Clarke smiles again. It was sweet of Heda to remember. Especially seeing as Clarke didn’t mention it again since Monday afternoon when she was in the library.
1:26AM
Prisa
The papers were fine. I don’t really like giving presentations, nerves and all that, but I think I went okay.
1:28AM
Heda
That’s good :)
1:29AM
Prisa
Thanks :)
1:30AM
Heda
You’re welcome. Do you have much planned for your weekend?
Clarke takes a moment to think about it. Besides from the Sunday morning workout, and obviously study, she didn’t really have much planned. Which she was glad about.
1:32AM
Prisa
Not really, I’m looking forward to just relaxing, a bit of study, and I might finish the sketch I sent you the other night.
1:34AM
Heda
Oh? Nice. Have you done any more of the sketch? It was really good when you sent it to me. I’d love to see any progress that you've made.
1:36AM
Prisa
I worked on it for a few hours tonight. It’s almost finished :)
1:37AM
Heda
Can I see it? :)
1:39AM
Prisa
Nope! It may be dedicated to you, but you have to wait with everyone else, until it’s finished :)
1:41AM
Heda
Everyone else?
Oops.
1:43AM
Prisa
Yeah, I’m usually very private with unfinished work, but when I’m done I usually show it to people. I hope you don’t mind…?
1:45AM
Heda
No, that’s fine. I can’t wait to see the final product :)
Phew.
Clarke doesn't really know why she got worried for a moment there. She realizes that maybe the sketch is something personal between Heda and herself, and even though she kind of feels like it is, she still wants to share it like all of her other artwork.
She then wonders what the chances were of Heda following her on Instagram… That could be awkward when she uploads it.
She dismisses the thought though. The worlds isn’t THAT small.
1:47AM
Prisa
Awesome :) Are you sleepy?
1:49AM
Heda
A little bit, but its fine, I don’t mind staying awake and talking to you. :)
Clarke smiles brightly at that, and then kind of fells like an idiot, but then realizes that she doesn't care.
1:51AM
Prisa
You’re sweet :) But no, it’s okay. I’m starting to get a little sleepy too. Maybe it’s a sign that we should both call it a night?
1:53AM
Heda
It probably is :)
Sweet dreams.
1:55AM
Prisa
Good night :)
Not long after putting her phone down, Clarke falls asleep with a soft smile on her face.