Lexa was never good at sports. She'd tried track, basketball and even soccer, but she her coordination was level 0. She was built for it, but her body just hated to work with itself and she would consistently trip and kick the ball the wrong way. So after 8th grade, she decided she enjoyed watching sports much more than playing them. Her favorite by far was soccer. She wasn't afraid to admit that she loved watching the fight for the ball and watching people get knocked on their asses. She especially liked watching the star of the team, Clarke Griffin, knocking people down and scoring goals left and right. She'd always wanted to know her at least be friends with her, but she was too shy and the blonde was kind of intimidating to be around. With her athletic build and piercing blue eyes. Not to mention the fact that they were in two completely opposite friend groups.

"You so have a crush." Anya teased as she caught Lexa staring across the cafeteria at the blonde laughing with her friends.

"I do not." Lexa tried to defend herself as she grabbed a french fry and completely missed her mouth.

"You might want to close your mouth before she catches you drooling from over there." Anya said.

"If you want to know her so bad, why don't you just talk to her?" Echo asked from across the table, "She's in my chemistry class and she's really not that scary."

Lexa sighed and turned to her friend, "Have you seen her?"

"Who hasn't?" Echo asked rhetorically, "But seriously I've been partnered up with her and she's kind of a weirdo. Just your type."

Lexa stuck her tongue out and tossed a ketchup covered fry at Echo's face. Echo swatted it away, "You seem to forget I play volleyball, I'm used to things coming at my face."

Lexa just rolled her eyes again and rested her chin in her hand, swirling a fry in ketchup. Maybe they were right, maybe she wasn't as scary as she seemed. Echo seemed to get along with her so why couldn't Lexa? After months of passing the bright blonde hair and blue eyes without a word in the hallway, why couldn't she just get over herself and talk to her? Since when was Lexa Woods shy? She wasn't.

Until it came to the blonde soccer player.

Lexa had had many crushes over the past few years and was never afraid to talk to them. She was always so confident when it came to talking to anybody and she most of the time never said anything stupid or weird. And when she did, they just laughed it off and said something even weirder. One of those crushes she dated for six months, Costia, before she moved to California. They broke up on good terms, neither of them thinking they could keep a long distance relationship.

Even with Costia she was never this shy or nervous around her. This only made her think she was crazy. Being this into someone you can't even say one word to them without freezing up and stuttering. And feeling like a complete idiot.

"Lex, I have an idea." Anya's voice pulled Lexa from her thoughts.

"What would that be?"

"Be one of the soccer team managers. Clarke's best friend is one of them so..."

"That's actually not a bad idea for once." Lexa replied.

Anya dramatically put her hand to her heart and gasped, "For once? Are you saying you doubt me?"

Lexa rolled her eyes, "No, never."

She was about to toss another fry in her mouth when the blonde beauty herself walked by adjusting her duffle bag on her shoulder and rolling her ocean blue eyes at something the brunette with her said. Lexa watched them walk to the doors of the cafeteria where the brunette waved to the blonde before walking away. Lexa was definitely not prepared for what happened next. A tall brunette boy walked up to her, put his arms around her waist and place one hand on her face before kissing her.

"Lex, close your mouth." Anya said quietly.

Lexa wasn't listening to her as she watched the two walk back into the cafeteria hand in hand, smiling and laughing at something. Lexa closed her mouth just as the two walked by. She was sure the death glare on her face wasn't going to help anything, but the two were too busy in lovers land to notice.

How had she never known that star soccer player was dating star baseball player, Bellamy Blake? They were only the most popular couple in the entire school.

"Your sister left. She said something about not wanting to third wheel the two of us while we ate each others faces." Clarke told Bellamy as they sat back down at the now empty table.

Bellamy smirked, "That doesn't bother me."

Clarke giggled before he pulled her face to his and kissed her once more, "You'd think after 8 months she'd be used to it, but..."

The continued there make out session until they were rudely interrupted by the bell ringing, "Sorry, babe, duty calls."

Clarke pouted, "Can't we just ditch?"

"I would love to, but if I skip anymore of Martinez's classes he's going to write me up and we both know that if I'm grounded we won't be doing anything fun." Bellamy said, wiggling his eyebrows at her, grabbing her hand and pulling her up from the table. They both picked up their sports bags before relocking hands and leaving the cafeteria.

It didn't go unnoticed by Clarke the green eyes that watched her leave. She had no idea who she was, but she did know she had some pretty eyes. Eyes that were always on her. Clarke always acted like she didn't see anything and it didn't matter anyways, she was with someone. That probably only made green eyes more jealous. If she had a crush that was. Clarke always had people staring and stumbling before her. She was the soccer team captain, the star player her entire high school career. If people were staring it was because they wanted to be her. They wanted her relationship. To them her life was perfect.