Summary: Clarke Griffin is a junior in college. She is majoring in art. She works two jobs to pay for her tuition. One morning while working at Grounder's Cafe, she meets a mysterious brunette. She is standoffish and orders the same drink every single day. As hard as Clarke tries, she can't shake away thoughts of the brunette.

Lexa Woods is in her last year of law school. She is hesitant to date after a serious heartbreak suffered at the hands of her ex-girlfriend Costia. As soon as she meets the blonde Barista, she is intrigued.

Can Clarke help Lexa heal? Or will she continue to live by her mantra of "Love is weakness?"

A/N: Hey guys! So I have just recently joined the 100 fandom. I am so obsessed over Clexa that it is disgusting. I thought that I would try out a fic for this fandom.

I have three other stories right now. They are all in the Pitch Perfect fandom. Anybody who happens to read these, just know that I have not abandoned them. I am just really burnt out on BeChloe right now. So this is my way of taking a break.

I hope that you guys enjoy. I know that there isn't a lot of Clexa interaction in this chapter, but I was trying to set up a bit of backstory.

~*~Clarke POV~*~

"Ugh." Clarke Griffin groans as the alarm on her cell phone blares through her otherwise quiet dorm room. She blindly seeks out her bedside table, pressing her hand down on the screen of her phone to snooze her alarm.

She doesn't know why she agreed to pick up an extra shift at the café. Especially not an opening shift. Clarke was by no means a morning person. Getting up before the sun even gets up should be illegal.

Okay. So truth be told. Clarke needed to pick up this extra shift. Octavia wanted to take the day off so she could spend time with her boyfriend Lincoln. And Clarke was all too willing to pick up the extra eight hours this week.

Paying her way through college was definitely not cheap. Especially considering that her mother refused to help her with tuition. All because Clarke chose to major in art instead of following in her mother's footsteps to study medicine.

It wasn't that Clarke didn't want to major in medicine. She loved the idea of becoming a doctor and she loved helping people.

The reason why Clarke chose art was for two reasons. Because her dad wanted her to and because she wanted to spite her mother.

Clarke blamed her mother Abby for her father's death. Technically Abby was driving the car. Sure she wasn't responsible for the drunk driver that smashed into the passenger side of the car.

Eleven year old Clarke didn't quite understand why God chose to take her father away from her while the drunk driver only suffered a gash on his head.

Ten years later have left Clarke only slightly less bitter. She knows that Abby shouldn't be blamed but her heart chooses otherwise. She still harbors ill feelings and a slight animosity towards her mother.

So seeing as Abby refuses to help Clarke with her tuition, she has been left to fend for herself for the last three years of schooling.

Working two jobs and going to school full time left Clarke unable to have anything resembling a social life. She spent her limited amount of free time with her dorm mate Raven. They never really did anything, usually lazing in bed watching something on Netflix. Raven made sure that Clarke went out for a jog with her every day, ensuring that both girls stayed in shape.

Clarke groans again as her alarms screams another warning at her. Glaring at the offending device, the blonde pulls her still asleep body out of her bed. She looks over at Raven's bed, smirking as the other girl throws up a middle finger in her direction.

"Do you have to have your alarm go off at three thirty in the fucking morning?"

"I have to get ready for work. I have to open the café this morning."

"Well could you like warn me next time so I can jam q-tips in my fucking ears or something."

"Sure Rae. I'll be sure to warn you the next time."

"Thanks bitch. Now go take a shower so I can go back to sleep."

Clarke laughs at her friend as Raven pulls her covers up over her head with a grunt. The blonde grabs her shower caddy and a towel, making her way out of the room into the communal showers. Clarke pulls her pajamas off, stepping to an empty shower. She showers quickly, washing the fatigue from her body. She has worked opening shifts for the past nine days, and all she really wants right now is a day off.

It doesn't help that Clarke has dealt with the same morning rush for nine days.

She loves working at Grounder's Café, she really does. Indra pays her well, and she is a good boss. A bit strict, but a good boss nonetheless.

She took a chance on Clarke three years ago when the blonde came into the café to beg for a job. She didn't know anything about being a barista, but Indra gave her a chance anyway. Clarke and Octavia are pretty much Indra's second in commands, managing the café when she is not there.

So it's not the job that has Clarke down. It's not the ridiculous amount of hours that she has put in at Grounder's for the last nine days.

What has Clarke in a sour mood is the woman that has been frequenting the café lately.

The first day that Clarke saw her, she was pretty sure that her jaw hit the counter. The woman was gorgeous. She walked in wearing a pair of tight jogging pants and an equally tight tank top. Her hair was wound up in a tight bun on the top of her head. She has a light sheen of sweat glistening on her body, breathing slightly erratic. Almost like she just got done jogging.

Clarke had to admit, when the woman first walked in, she took her time checking out the other woman's physique. The tight workout outfit didn't leave much to the imagination, but it sure did cause the saliva in Clarke's mouth to dry up.

As soon as the woman approached the counter, Clarke was pretty sure that she had died and gone to heaven. Clarke took a moment to appreciate the woman in front of her. She took in the woman's full lips, her seemingly perfect eyebrows. What really make Clarke's heartbeat quicken were the incredible hazel eyes that were staring back at her.

Clarke is broken out of her ogling when the woman across from her clears her irritably.

"I'm sorry. Did you say something?"

"Yes. I said. Are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to do your job?"

"I…um…yes."

"Yes you're going to stand there all day? Or yes you're going to do your job?"

"Welcome to Grounder's Café. What can I get for you today?"

"I would like a large non-fat caramel macchiato. Two extra shots of espresso. No whip or froth. Heat the milk to one hundred and sixty five degrees."

"Okay. Can I get a name for your order? Also…total is three fifty four."

"The name is Lexa."

Clarke begins the drink while Lexa pulls a debit card out of her tank top. Clarke swipes the card at the register while the milk is steaming. She hands the card back to Lexa, grinding the beans to pull the espresso shots. Clarke pulls the shots, tossing them into the cup that she has labeled "Lexa" in her swirly scrawl. She mixes the caramel in with the espresso, pouring the perfectly steamed milk in last. Clarke tops the drink, looking up at the brunette with a wide grin. She hands the drink over to Lexa, fingers brushing lightly as the brunette takes the cup.

"Here you go Lexa."

The brunette brings the drink to her lips, taking a healthy swallow. She hums noncommittedly as she turns away without another word.

Clarke watches the other woman walk away. She is not ashamed to admit that her eyes stay glued to the other woman's hips and the way the jogging pants hug her ass as she walks away.

She is only slightly seething at the terse way that the brunette talked to her. To be fair, Clarke was drooling over her like an animal in heat, so she can't really blame the slight attitude in the other woman's voice.

The next seven days that Clarke works opening shifts play out pretty much the same way.

Clarke gets up way too early, showers and makes her way to the café. She opens the café at five a.m., working by herself until another barista shows up at eight.

Lexa comes in every morning that Clarke is there. She walks in wearing workout clothes at exactly six thirty in the morning. She orders the same drink, made exactly the same way. Some days she orders a plain bagel, some days she doesn't.

Clarke is intrigued by the brunette woman. Most of the time she orders her drink and leaves without another word to the blonde.

On Clarke's ninth day in a row, she is all but dead on her feet. She has only slept for three hours in the past two days. She was supposed to be off from the café today, seeing as she worked her other job bartending until almost two in the morning.

She has been by herself for the past hour and fifteen minutes and she has been insanely busy. She hasn't even had a second to stop and catch her breath. Because apparently everybody and their mom needed caffeine this morning.

Clarke knows that Lexa should be in any minute to get her daily dose of caffeine. She pulls out a large cup, drizzling caramel into the bottom. At six thirty on the dot, Clarke looks up at the entrance as the tinkle of bells announces the door being opened.

Seeing Lexa walk into the café is like a breath of fresh air filling Clarke's lungs. She can't exactly place why, but she can't shake the brunette from her mind.

The other woman hasn't said more than ten different words to the blonde, but Clarke is infatuated with Lexa.

When Lexa makes her way to the counter, she grunts a greeting to the blonde. Before Lexa can open her mouth to place her order, Clarke places the piping hot beverage on the counter in front of the brunette.

Lexa's eyes widen slightly before narrowing at the blonde.

"What is this?"

"This is the same drink that you have ordered every single day that you have come in. A non-fat large caramel macchiato with two extra shots of espresso. No whip. Heated to one hundred and sixty five degrees exactly."

"I didn't order this."

Clarke scoffs lightly. "Well not today. But you have ordered this drink for the past eight days."

"Well I did not order it today. I would like a large dirty chai."

Clarke feels a small surge of anger at the brunette's clipped tone. She bites her tongue, swallowing down her temper before replying.

"Coming right up Lexa."

Clarke grabs another large cup off of a stack. The blonde pulls out a Tupperware container of chai powder. She dumps two heaping scoops of the powder into the cup. Pulling a gallon of milk out of the fridge, filling the frother pitcher. Placing the pitcher under the steam wand, Clarke turns the machine on. She then grinds espresso beans, pressing the grounds into the portafilter. Clarke pulls the shot, pouring the espresso into the cup. She turns off the steam wand, pouring the heated milk into the cup. Stirring the drink lightly, she places a lid on the hot beverage. Sliding the drink across the counter, Clarke musters up a halfhearted smile at the brunette.

"Here you go Lexa. Sorry about the confusion."

"It is quite alright Clarke. Have a good day."

"I…" Clarke mouth drops open, trying to form a coherent sentence. All of the words in her vocabulary have suddenly been forgotten as her mind replays the sound of her name coming out of the brunette's mouth. In the entirety of the past week and a half, Lexa has yet to say more than ten words to the blonde. Let alone acknowledge the fact that she knows Clarke's name. Hearing the way her name rolls off of the brunette's tongue is enough to make Clarke dizzy. Biting her lip to stifle the groan that is threatening to spill out, her lips curl into what she hopes is a smile. It probably comes out as a half grimace considering that she is still biting her lip. Releasing her bottom lip with a pop, Clark tries a second attempt at a smile.

"You too Lexa. See you next time."

"Indeed you will Clarke."

Lexa takes her cup off of the counter, tipping the drink towards her mouth. She pulls a few dollar bills out of her tank top, dropping them in the tip jar. Turning away without another word, she makes her way out of the café.

Clarke watches the brunette leave, eyes drinking in the other girl's tight curves. Her mouth goes dry as her eyes stay glued to the sway of the brunette's hips.

Her perving is cut short when her cell phone chimes. Clarke pulls the device out of her apron, swiping the screen to unlock it.

O-Face: (06:45 a.m.) Thank you for taking my shift today Clarkey Poo. I owe you one.

Griffers: (06:45 a.m.) You're welcome O. I have a question for you actually.

O-Face: (06:45 a.m.) Shoot.

Griffers: (06:46 a.m.) Well first off, why are you up so early?

O-Face: (06:46 a.m.) Well, is it really considered early if you haven't been to bed yet?

Griffers: (06:47 a.m.) Gross. I don't need to hear anything else.

O-Face: (06:47 a.m.) Whatevs. Anyway, what is your question?

Griffers: (06:47 a.m.) Well since you work openings most of the time. I was wondering about one of our regulars.

O-Face: (06:48 a.m.) Okay….

Griffers: (06:48 a.m.) There is a brunette that has been coming in lately. Her name is Lexa.

O-Face: (06:48 a.m.) What about her?

Griffers: (06:49 a.m.) Do you know anything about her?

O-Face: (06:49 a.m.) Not really. I mean she comes in every morning at the same exact time. She usually orders a non-fat caramel macchiato with no whip. Heated to 165 exactly. Don't try and have it ready for her when she walks in. Otherwise she will order something else just to piss you off.

Griffers: (06:51 a.m.) Yeah. I kind of made that mistake today.

O-Face: (06:51 a.m.) Sorry. I should have warned you about that. Other than her ability to be punctual and the fact that she is always in super tight workout clothes, I don't know anything. She never talks to me unless she is ordering her drink. Sometimes she talks to Indra when she is in the café.

Griffers: (06:52 a.m.) Well she is like crazy hot.

O-Face: (06:52 a.m.) Don't even try and go there. She will not give you the time of day.

Griffers: (06:53 a.m.) That is just rude Octavia.

O-Face: (06:53 a.m.) Oh no..shit. Clarke. I didn't mean it like that. I just meant that she is really closed off. I have seen many people try and hit on her. Raven was in the café one day and she tried. But Lexa just totally ignored her and left when I was done with her drink. And we both know that Rae is charming as fuck and can make a straight girl swoon.

Griffers: (06:54 a.m.) Well SHIT.

O-Face: (06:54 a.m.) Sorry Clarke.

Griffers: (06:55 a.m.) Not your fault. It's not like I have time to date right now anyway.

Clarke's attention snaps up as a throat is cleared in front of her. Her blue eyes widen as she meets the narrowed glare of her boss. Indra is standing in front of the counter, hands on her hips.

"Do I pay you to stand at the counter and text on your phone Clarke?"

"No Indra. I'm sorry. I just had to ask Octavia a question."

"I'm sure that the question was of the utmost importance for you to ask it while on the clock."

"Yes ma'am."

"Get back to work Clarke."

"Sorry Indra."

"It's fine."

Clarke turns away from Indra, grabbing her towel. She hums lightly to herself as she begins wiping the counters down from her morning rush.

The rest of her shift passes by without any excitement. By the time two o'clock comes around, Clarke is all but dead on her feet. She doesn't remember how she got home, but she doesn't even make it out of her work clothes before she passes out.

~*~Lexa POV~*~

"Anya, I'm home." Lexa calls into the quiet apartment. She closes the door, dropping her keys in the bowl next to the door. She drains the rest of her chai tea, glancing at the writing of her name on the cup. The blonde's neat, loopy scrawl sends flutters through Lexa's stomach.

She internally shakes off the unwanted feelings. Tossing the empty cup into the nearest waste bin, Lexa makes her way towards the bathroom. Turning the water on, Lexa makes her way towards a shut bedroom door. She takes a deep breath before turning the knob.

Anya is splayed out across her bed, snoring lightly. The blankets on her bed are haphazardly hanging off the edge of the bed. Lexa smirks softly, making her way over to the bed.

"Anya. It is time to get up. We have class in an hour." Lexa softly shakes the other girl's shoulder.

"Shof op." Comes the brunette's muffled reply.

"Get out of bed Anya. I don't want to have to force you."

"No."

"Okay. Well just remember that I gave you a chance."

Lexa grabs the brunette's legs, pulling her quickly to the floor. Anya lands with a grunt of pain.

"Fuck you."

"You're not my type."

Lexa laughs as Anya's middle finger is raised in her direction. She makes her way out of the room.

"Get up or I am leaving without you."

"Fine."

Lexa crosses the hallway back into the bathroom. She peels off her slightly sweaty workout clothes. She steps into the shower, groaning as the hot water rolls over her sore muscles.

She washes quickly, scrubbing the grime of her morning run off of her body. As she washes her hair, her thoughts drift towards the blonde from the café.

"Clarke." The blonde's name tastes sweet as it rolls off of her lips.

Lexa's thoughts linger on the other girl's bright blue eyes. The swells of her breasts, the curves of her hips.

"Stop." Lexa chastises her rampant thoughts. "You cannot feel this. This is weakness."

The way the blonde's face lights up when Lexa walks in at six thirty every morning. The way Lexa's name sounds coming from her plump lips.

Lexa groans, slamming her fist lightly against the shower wall. She rushes through the rest of her showering routine, trying to shake thoughts of the blonde away.

Turning the shower off more harshly than necessary, Lexa steps out of the shower. She quickly towels off, wrapping the plush fabric around her body.

She quickly makes her way to her bedroom. She grabs the clothes off of her bed that she set out this morning before her run. Lexa quickly pulls on her chosen outfit, running her fingers through her wet hair.

While Lexa pulls her wet hair into braids, Anya makes her way into the bedroom, rubbing sleepily at her eyes. She plops her body down on the bed.

"Good morning Heda." Anya calls out against a loud yawn.

"That's not a word Anya. That is a made up word from a novel."

"I don't care Heda. How did you sleep?"

"I slept well."

"Did you go for a run today?"

"Of course I did Anya."

"I know. You never miss a run."

"I like to keep in shape."

Anya scoffs. "Please. You have like zero percent body fat. You don't need to run."

"I enjoy running."

"I know. Did you go to Grounder's?"

"You know that I did."

"Did you see your blonde girlfriend?"

"I am sure that I don't know what you are talking about."

"Yeah, I thought that you would say that. You know the girl that you keep talking about when you come home from the café. Saying things like." Anya laughs. "Clarke makes the best caramel macchiato that I have ever had. Clarke has that best smile. Clarke is so hot. Blah blah blah."

Lexa's eyes widen as she turns to look at her friend.

"I never said that she was hot."

"Um, you did actually."

"I don't remember that happening."

"It was the second day that you saw her."

"Um…"

"It's fine Lexa. You are allowed to be attracted to someone. You haven't even looked at another girl since Cos…"

Lexa holds her hand up in front of her. "Don't say her name."

"Look, Lex. It's okay to put yourself out there again. It's been three years. You're twenty three years old. You should be going out and hooking up with hot girls. Go out and live. You shouldn't be cooped up in the house. Getting up at four in the morning to go jogging. Going to a café just so you can make heart eyes at a certain blonde barista. Come home, take a shower. Go to class. Get out of class. Go to work. Come home. Eat dinner. Do homework until you go to bed at nine at night. You're barely living Lex."

Lexa's eyes drop to the floor, a flood of emotion hitting her as she is assaulted by thoughts of her ex-girlfriend.

"You weren't like this before everything happened with Costia. I know that she broke your heart Lex, but you can't close up like this forever."

"Love is weakness Anya. I will not be fooled again."

"That isn't a way to live Lexa. You need to try again. What if this girl is the one? And you don't give her a shot because you are scared? Because of Costia? Because she broke your heart? She wasn't worth it."

"It does not matter Anya. I am content with my life as it is."

"I'm sure that you are."

Anya gets off the bed, walking over to her best friend. She places a reassuring hand on Lexa's shoulder, squeezing lightly.

"Just think about it Lexa. The way that you talk about this girl, you are obviously smitten. Do you really want to miss out on an opportunity that could end up being something great?"

"I don't know Anya. I am not ready to try again. I thought that Costia was it for me. Look how that turned out."

"You'll never know if you aren't willing to try."

"You're right. I am not sure."

"Look…I'm just saying. Think about it. You obviously find her attractive. Just talk to her a little bit more when you are at the café. Maybe sit down and enjoy your drink, instead of just running out as soon as it is ready."

"I will consider this."

"Mochof Heda."

Lexa smiles lightly, smacking Anya in the arm that is placed on her shoulder.

"Dammit Anya. What did I tell you about that made up language?"

"I like it."

"Of course you do.."

"Anywho. We should probably leave before we are late for class."

Lexa glances over at her alarm clock, eyes widening as she realizes the time. She grabs her best friend's hand, pulling the girl out of the room. Blonde hair and blue eyes continually running through her troubled mind.

TBC

A/N 2: I hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter. Feel free to let me know what you thought or any ideas that you might want to see play out. You can hit me up on here, or feel free to stalk me on tumblr.