"Lexa? You can leave, if you want," Mr. Kane said. Considering she was the only junior in her advanced functions math class, it shouldn't have been a surprise that she was the only one who showed up to class on the day of senior prom. Regardless, Lexa found herself unprepared for this situation.
"Oh. Do we have any homework?"
He smiled. She was always on top of her school work.
"No," he said, "I'm sure the rest of the class wouldn't be too pleased with me if I had assigned any."
Lexa nodded, and picked up her books to leave. She had the feeling that Kane really wanted some free time.
...
Being an overachiever, Lexa always finished her assignments as soon as she received them. This was the first time her work ethic had bitten her in the ass, as she was now left with nothing to do. So, she walked around the halls, looking for something to do for the next hour.
After her third round of the second floor, Lexa decided to put her books away. She sighed when she closed her locker, and ran through her possible time-killing options:
Crash Anya's English class and watch presentations. Watch The Office. Go to the plaza.
None of the options sounded particularly appealing, but Anya was her best bet. She unlocked her phone to text Anya, and found Anya had beat her to it.
Anya 8:47: can u Believe I showed up to first period today when I already presented? drag me
Anya 8:53: fuckkkk that asshole Murphy is presenting today
Anya 8:53: can I borrow ur car? I need to Skip
Anya 8:57: Lexa?
Anya 8:59: ?
Anya 9:05: ok I'm taking ur car sry
She frowned and kept a mental note to kick Anya's ass later. Her car being stolen by her best friend ruled out all three of her options, considering that Anya was the main basis of the first, her laptop was in her car, and the plaza was much too far to walk to.
Her mind struggled to think of more options. Lincoln was in gym, so she definitely could not sit in on his class, and Clarke had photography… No. She thought, if I join her class, surely she will know.
But there were no other options, and Lexa found more reasons for why it would be a good idea to crash Clarke's class. Indra, the teacher, likes her. Echo is in that class.She nodded to herself. She and Echo weren't technically friends, but they got along well and hung out on a few occasions. Yes, I will go in under the pretence that I am there for Echo. She got up and walked toward the photography studio.
...
"Lexa, how are you doing for the fashion show designs?" Indra asked, as soon as she walked in.
"They are complete. I hope to be able to present them at today's meeting," Lexa said.
Indra nodded, pleased. Then she looked at Lexa with a disapproving look. "Don't you have class right now?"
"Yes… But because today is prom, no one showed up to advanced functions," she said, sheepishly.
"Ah, I see. You are more than welcome to stay here, then. Just as long as you don't distract the other students too much."
"Thank you. Where are the students?" Lexa asked, noticing the classroom was empty.
"They're all in the darkroom. Culminating," she added, when she noticed Lexa's confused look.
"I see. Thanks again, Indra."
Indra waved in response as Lexa made her way to the darkroom.
The room was dark and crowded, with a body brushing past her at every step.
She looked around the blackness, hoping to find Clarke, Echo, anyone she recognized really, when someone bumped into her.
"My apologies," Lexa said. She had been standing in the middle of a crowded room.
"It's oka- Lexa?" The person asked.
"Oh, Echo. I was looking for you."
"Yeah? What for?" Echo said, handing Lexa her dry photos.
"Kane kicked me out from math, and Anya stole my car."
"Ah. Nothing to do, then?"
"Not even math homework," Lexa sighed.
"Sorry about that," Echo apologized, taking her photos back when she had finished hanging the wet ones. "I'd hang out with you, but Bellamy isn't here to finish up his side of the project."
"Oh. That's unfortunate," Lexa blinked, now struggling to think of another reason to stay in Clarke's class.
"Yeah. I gotta go cut these up. See you," Echo said, brushing past Lexa into the third studio.
Then, someone was hugging Lexa from the back. Judging by the feel of boobs, Lexa could tell it was a girl. She blushed when she realized the most likely suspect was Clarke.
"Who is this?" Lexa shakily asked, trying to prolong the contact with Clarke.
"Guess," the person said, confirming Lexa's suspicions.
Lexa closed her eyes and counted to three to prepare her voice. "Hello, Clarke." She mentally high-fived herself when her voice came out clear.
"Correct," Clarke laughed, relinquishing her hold on Lexa so she could face her. "What are you doing here?"
"Kane kicked me out of math."
"Damn, Kane's always telling me to stay in class. Why'd he kick you out? Did you do something badass?" Clarke asked.
"Well… No. No one showed up to class, is all."
"No one showed up to class? Wh- oh! You're in twelfth math," she realized. "And here I thought, you finally became a badass, when it was quite the opposite. Prom, right?"
Lexa ignored the insult, still touched that Clarke remembered her schedule. "Yes, prom. I was the only one presen-"
"Because you're the only junior in that class," Clarke finished.
Lexa opened her mouth to respond, when Octavia appeared from behind Clarke. "Hey, Clarke, we gotta go to darkroom #2 for your action shots," she said. "Indra's orders."
"Right," Clarke said, moving to darkroom #2.
"Oh, Lexa, you can come too," Octavia added, when she noticed she had interrupted Clarke and Lexa's conversation.
Lexa quickly agreed and followed the two to darkroom #2.
...
This room was much smaller than the first, and Lexa found herself in constant contact with Octavia and Clarke. She was much too flustered to remember to be discreet about her feelings for Clarke, which meant she stayed in the cramped room despite the small amount of space.
The two worked in silence, not paying much attention to Lexa.
Eventually, Octavia moved away from the sink. "Fuck, Clarke, I left the rest of the photos in my locker."
"Okay, just go grab them. I'll finish up here," Clarke said.
Clarke hung the last photo as Octavia left the room. "Finally," she sighed, turning to look at Lexa.
"Yes," Lexa agreed. "Congratulations on finishing the first half of your project."
Clarke laughed. "Not that. I meant finally, we're alone at last. I thought she would never leave," she said, moving to rest her hands on the wall to trap Lexa.
"W-what?" Lexa gulped.
"Now is a perfect time to make out," Clarke whispered, moving closer to Lexa's mouth.
Lexa's heart skipped a beat, not prepared for Clarke to be so forward. Sure, she had wanted this for a long time, but she always figured it was an unrequited love. She'd been so certain that Clarke was straight until this moment.
With a millimetre apart, Clarke opened her eyes to find Lexa's eyes as wide as saucers. She pulled away and laughed.
Lexa laughed nervously, confused and disappointed by how close she'd been to kissing Clarke Griffin, only for it to have been a game of chicken she'd won.
When Clarke stopped laughing, she spoke. "This reminds me of a funny story."
"What about?" Lexa questioned, still on edge.
"About the time I was in the closet," Clarke answered.
This was it. Everything that Lexa had been training for since the ninth grade, when she had first set her eyes upon Clarke Griffin. Unsure that she had heard her right,because was Clarke Griffin really coming out to her? Lexa choked out, "I'm sorry, what?"
"You know, the closet. That one, right there," she said, pointing to the closet beside them.
Of course, Lexa groaned internally. Clarke was going to be the death of her.
Clarke continued, "I wasn't supposed to be in the art room, but I was skipping bio. Then Ray and O locked me in that closet right there," she nodded to the closet again, " and hid me in there until Indra left again. She was in one of those moods."
Lexa nodded, understanding what Clarke meant by Indra's ridiculous mood changes.
Then, Octavia walked in. "Oh, thank God I didn't catch you guys in a compromising position," she sighed in relief. "Knowing Clarke, I wouldn't have been surprised."
Lexa coughed as Clarke smirked. "It would've happened, but I couldn't let Indra catch me a second time."
Lexa coughed a second time, and could not stop the coughing fit that followed.
...
Later, after Lexa had told Anya the story and Anya finally stopped laughing, they'd come to two conclusions. Either Clarke was extremely oblivious of Lexa's feelings, or Clarke knew and was being extremely mean about it.
Neither did anything to stop Lexa's pining.
