Chapter 2
"Where the fuck are you?" A hushed voice sounded from Clarke's phone
"What? Who's this?" Clarke croaked, voice rough from sleep
"It's Octavia. Where are you? Bellamy's pissed." Octavia said
"What?" Sleep was hazing Clarke's mind and making it almost impossible for her to understand what Octavia is say
"Give me the phone." Lexa said, holding her hand out for Clarke's phone
"Mmkay." Clarke mumbled, giving Lexa her phone and cuddling back down into the blankets
"Hello, this is Commander Woods." Lexa said professionally, "Mhm. There isn't any mandatory training today. Okay. Yes. Understood. Tell Captain Blake she'll be there in fifteen minutes."
"What?" Clarke asked when Lexa shook her shoulder
"Get up. Apparently Captain Blake wants you on the training field." Lexa said, helping Clarke to her feet
"Why?" Clarke whined, not fully awake
"Drills."
"Oh, that's so gross though."
"Up an at em, Cadet."
"Princess finally decided to grace us with her presence." Bellamy sneered, "Skaikru, what do we do about tardiness?"
"A burpee, sit up or push up for every minute wasted on waiting for the entire squadron." The squadron replied in sync
"That's fucking bullshit." Clarke scoffed, "It isn't even mandatory training."
"All training is mandatory, Cadet." Bellamy snapped, "Add an extra five laps for your language."
"That fu- "Clarke was cut off by a hand clutching her wrist
"Don't." Lexa whispered softly
"Yes, ma'am, Captain Blake, ma'am." Clarke grumbled, shooting a look at Lexa who ignored her before falling into line between glaring cadets
"What are you doing here, Woods?" Bellamy asked
"Heda Woods, thank-you." Lexa said, arms behind her back "I found Cadet Griffin wandering around looking lost so I thought I might help her as apparently, her captain didn't have the common sense to print out a map of our grounds."
"Bu- "Octavia started
"Did I give you permission to speak, Cadet Corporal Blake?" Lexa snapped, eyes boring into Octavia's until Octavia backed down
"Don't speak to her like th- "Bellamy started with a glare
"Go ahead, finish that sentence. Captain." Lexa said with a straight face as she watched Bellamy back down, "Good. Now, if we're done here I have better ways to waste my time rather than watch Branwada's train."
"Fucking bitch." Bellamy muttered
"When insulting someone do try to make sure they're out of hearing range, Captain." Lexa called over her shoulder
"What lap are you, Princess?"
"Fourth." Clarke puffed
"Your squadron is waiting for you." Bellamy sneered, "Pick up the pace or add an extra five laps for everybody."
Clarke pushed herself to go a little faster until it felt like her lungs were going to explode from the lack of oxygen entering them. As she finished her last lap, her legs gave out from underneath sending her hurtling to floor with a sickening thud
"Are you hurt?" Bellamy asked, standing above her
"I don't think so." Clarke panted after trying and failing to get her breathing under control
"Good. Thirty burpees." Bellamy turned on his heel and walked away from her
"What the fuck?" Clarke groaned, staying on the floor until she heard Bellamy's sharp whistle and could feel his eyes burning into her before climbing to her feet
After the fifteenth burpee Clarke could feel acid rising in her throat and barely made it to the bushes before she started heaving, having nothing in her stomach to throw up
"What are you doing, Princess?" Bellamy shouted, "Did I say you could take a break?"
"No." Clarke said before another wave of nausea hit her causing her to bend over again
"Then why aren't you doing burpee's? I sure as shit know you haven't finished all thirty."
"Well considering I nearly fucking threw up, I thought I might get over to the bushes first." Clarke snapped
"Nearly threw up?" Bellamy asked
"That's what I just said."
"So you didn't throw up?" Bellamy asked again
"No shit."
"So I'm not hearing a reason you're not doing burpees. A lap on the drill course for laziness." Bellamy turned on his heel and starting walking away, "You better hope Octavia's standards are as high as mine."
Clarke could taste blood in her mouth from biting her tongue hard enough so she didn't say anything back to him.
"Your brother is a giant fucking butt plug." Clarke groaned, flopping face first onto her bed after stripping down to her underwear
"What?" Octavia asked, looking up from her strategy book
"He made me do the drill course three times before letting me come back." Clarke complained, "My legs collapsed from underneath me when I was climbing the stairs and I nearly fell down them. So not only is he as painful to deal with as a butt plug, he's also a fucking shit."
"I agree." Octavia said, "I might start calling him that, I'm sure he'd love it."
"He might make you do the bullshit I did today."
"Nah, he couldn't even if he tried. The second I pull out the sad eyes he caves." Octavia said with a smug grin, "Being a baby sister has its perks."
"You suck." Clarke's voice was muffled by the pillow
"You going to shower, champ?"
"Maybe later. Don't let your butt plug of a brother bother me, please."
"No promises, princess."
Clarke was sitting on the edge of her bed in front of a canvas, gently sketching lines on it when the door opened
"Hey, O." Clarke said, not giving Octavia a glance
"I thought I said to get that crap out of my dorms." Bellamy snapped, making Clarke jump
"Aren't you meant to announce yourself before coming into dorms? I could have been naked." Clarke said seriously, turning back to her sketch
"I was looking for Octavia." Bellamy said, picking the canvas off of the stand giving it a glance "What the fuck is this shit?"
"Some people, the ones with half a brain, call it art." Clarke said rolling her eyes, "Put it down, you'll get the canvas dirty."
"We wouldn't want to get it dirty would we." Bellamy sneered, walking over to the open window and threw the canvas out of it "Whoops."
"Do you know how much that fucking canvas costs?" Clarke seethed
"I wouldn't pay five dollars for it."
"A case of twelve costs nine hundred dollars so you've just cost me seventy-five fucking dollars."
"Poor princess with the Doctor mother lost seventy-five dollars." Bellamy pouted, "If you see Octavia, tell her to find me."
"Fuck you." Clarke spat, shoving Bellamy to the side so she could get out of the room
"It's after curfew." Bellamy shouted after Clarke and got the finger over her shoulder
"Falling for me again, Cadet?" Lexa smiled, arms wrapped tightly around Clarke's waist to stop her from tumbling to the ground
"I'm not in the mood, Leksa." Clarke huffed, regaining her balance and pulling away from Lexa
"What happened?" Lexa frowned
"Captain fucking Blake threw a seventy-five-dollar canvas out of a fourth story building."
"Why? I mean, I know they're not regulation but as long as the Commandant doesn't see them on weekend inspections I usually let my people do whatever they want, within reason." Lexa said
"He's a butt plug."
"A what?"
"A butt plug. A giant pain in the ass covered in shit." Clarke grinned at the look on Lexa's face
"That's disgusting, Clarke." Lexa shook her head, "Come with me."
"You order me around a lot, you never ask."
"Are you complaining?" Lexa asked with a raised eyebrow
"Nah, I find it kind of hot." Clarke winked at Lexa
"So you get hot when Blake tells you to do something?" Lexa said, turning her head so Clarke couldn't see her slight blush
"The only time I get hot for him is in training and that's a hot mess."
"I disagree."
"You're sweet but blind. Where are we going?" Clarke asked, bumping Lexa with her hip playfully
"We're nearly there." Lexa grinned when she felt Clarke slowly get closer to her side, "What are you doing?"
"I'm cold." Clarke said and smiled when she felt Lexa's arm wrap around her waist
"Sook."
"What is this place?" Clarke asked quietly, looking around the dimly lit room
"The Commandant use to live here but our budget got bigger so the Commandant got better quarters. I guess everyone forgot about this place." Lexa said with an easy smile
"This is amazing." Clarke said, take a step so she was in the middle of the small room
"I'm glad you think so. Apart from us, this place hasn't been touched in something like thirty years." Lexa sat down on the small couch, "There isn't any electric or plumbing but it's nice to come here to think or, in your case, paint."
"Thank you for sharing this with me." Clarke said, sitting next to Lexa, "Really."
"I just want one thing in return." Lexa said
"Yeah?"
"The first thing you paint here, I want it."
"Deal."