This Is What I hate About You
The front door was half-closed, “She hasn’t left yet" I immediately thought. As I entered I saw her in front of me, one hand on the suitcase, the house keys in the other one.
"What are you doing here?" she asked frowning.
"Why are you leaving, Lexa?” I asked without answering her question, locking the door behind me.
“Haven’t they told you? My cat has run away. My mother called me earlier saying that he isn’t at home and is nowhere to be found” was her answer.
“Oh, find a better excuse" I blurted out.
After that there was only silence. She had understood that I knew.
“I'm leaving to avoid this awkward silence that I can’t stand" she said out of nowhere.
There was no response on my part, only silence.
"Clarke, yesterday night-“ she tried to say, interrupting the sentence just to catch her breath. "Last night I was drunk and I had no idea of what was happening" she continued.
“You really think I don’t understand, do you?" I said.
She didn’t answer.
"Since you got here you haven’t stopped to smile at me a single time. You have never smiled at me Lexa" I continued. “You’ve listened to my rant about my dream all the way from the hardware shop up to the house, you prepared lunch for me without me even asking for that and the way you looked at me when you opened the bathroom door by mistake..." I left the sentence in mid-air.
“Do you know why I hate you?" I asked.
Still no answer. Her eyes had switched from staring at the floor to staring at me with fear.
"Because you can’t and must not have feelings. This is what I hate about you: you being cold as fuck in every situation, your "I can’t express myself too much or they might understand that I have feelings". I didn’t want you here to avoid these discussions, so that you couldn’t ruin my days” I said out loud, running my hand through my hair. I clenched my jaws.
"I can’t stand it" she said, moving from behind the suitcase.
“What is it that you can’t stand?" I asked annoyed.
"You hating me. I can’t stand that, Clarke” she replied.
"You're such a bitch" were the last words before I approached her and crushed my lips on hers.
I didn’t know what I was doing, I only knew that I needed that, that all my anger would have faded. She pushed me against the door and let her hands lay on my hips. The kiss wasn’t as sweet and gentle as the one of the night before, this one was desperate. Her tongue drew my upper lip and I let her in, deepening the kiss. One of my hands played with her hair while the other one stroked her face.
I didn’t know how much all that lasted, it seemed to me that just a second had passed before she pulled away, being just a few inches away from me.
"What are you doing Clarke?" she asked, still looking at my lips.
I didn’t answer.
She pulled even more away, running her fingers in her hair. She began to stare at the floor once again, her thoughts could be read in the air. Mine could be seen too. We stayed silent for a few minutes, no one of us dared to look at the other one.
I heard someone outside of the house and as she spoke we both recognized Octavia’s voice. A moment later the doorbell rang. I immediately opened without hesitation.
"Oh, look who's here! You convinced her to stay!" Lincoln said looking firstly at Lexa then at me.
"You weren’t expecting that, were you?” I asked, trying not to make the situation seem more uncomfortable than how it seemed itself. I turned quickly to look at Lexa who was still staring at the floor.
"I wasn’t expecting that either” she said.