She buzzed apartment number 13 three times before giving up and sitting down on the steps that lead up to her new apartment building.

Horns, sirens and the white noise of people hustling and bustling around her echoed loudly inside her head. She had to admit, this city was her home – nowhere else could compare to New York. Everything from the people, to the hipster coffee shops that seemed to pop up on every corner, to the faint smell of urine that managed to invade noses wherever it went, and to the fact that almost everyone living in the city was trying to make something out of themselves. She missed that passion. She missed that feeling.

This past year had been a rough one for Lexa. She'd been moving around so much lately that all she really wanted was to able to lie down and sleep for the next 5 years- or maybe forever. Deciding whether or not she should come back to New York wasn't exactly a cakewalk. Of course she wanted to be back in her home again, but no matter how much she loved it, she couldn't ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach telling her that something bad was going to happen. Lexa always did this to herself – overthinking things to the poi—

"Hey!" The intercom shouted loudly behind Lexa causing the girl to almost fall flat on her face, completely dismissing her thoughts from her mind.

"Come on up! I'll buzz you in," a warm voice followed through the intercom.

Lexa had met her future, now current, roommate through an online Facebook group for NYU grad students who were looking for housing. The girl seemed nice enough although how much can you really tell about a person from Facebook messages? Lexa hoped she wasn't about to room with a psychopath or a homophobic asshat. She'd actually quite prefer a psychopath to the latter. Her history with roommates was complicated to say the least but she had always managed with what she was dealt. The girl had said that the apartment was a 4-bedroom/2 bath with every room being filled except for one roommate who would be staying abroad until about 2 weeks after Lexa moved in. None of those details really mattered to her though, she just needed a room, a kitchen, a bathroom and a nice view - which judging by what the girl had told her was nothing short of amazing.

The apartment was on the 7th floor of the building and Lexa was almost beginning to regret her decision to move here as she climbed up the never-ending stairwell of death. She told herself this was a good thing though; she hadn't been to the gym in about a month due to her constant state of moving around.

Lexa finally reached the top of the stairs whispering a silent "fuck you" to the steps as she looked around to see which door had the number "13" on it. Walking past a door labeled, "12", she could hear faint music playing that seemed to be coming from the open door right across from 12. She knocked on the door twice before slowly walking into the place.

"Hello? Anybody here...? It's Lexa from the Facebook page.."

Not hearing a response, Lexa took it upon herself to explore her new home. She walked out of the entryway to the right where she was met with a beautiful open kitchen surrounded by a long granite-topped island complete with four bar stools. Lexa could not believe how beautiful this kitchen was, she always loved cooking but with a space like this how could you not.

Looking away from the site, she walked forward toward the middle of the apartment taking in the room in front of her, which was obviously the living room of the place — there were two couches shaped in an L formation facing a TV that was mounted on the left side of the room. As Lexa walked closer to the couches to get a better look at the set up, she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the display in front of her.

A young woman who looked to be about 25-26 years old was stretched out on the floor, clad in only tight workout pants and a sports bra. She was bent at the waist in a position that Lexa could only assume to be a yoga pose — why else would the girl look like that for crying out loud. Lexa's brain must have short circuited at the site of the beautifully toned woman in front of her because she didn't notice the girl's head start to turn around and her eyes widening at the site of a stranger in her apartment.

"Oh my god! What are you doing in my apartment? Have you ever heard of knocking for Christ sake!? Who are you!?"

"Oh shit I'm so sorry! I'm Lexa… We talked on Facebook remember? I just buzzed your apartment downstairs, I thought you knew that was me?" Lexa's blood was pumping faster than ever, she really did not mean to perv on her new roommate but how the hell did the girl not know that she was coming up? She buzzed Lexa in herself!

"Wait a minute, you are Lexa? Oh wow you look a lot different from your pictures on Facebook. I'm really sorry I guess I chose the absolute worst time to get a quick yoga sesh in," the girl laughed uncomfortably as she frantically searched for her shirt that seemed to have conveniently walked away from her. As if anything else could make this situation more awkward.

"Yeah sorry about that, my friend Anya basically made my profile so the pictures on there are mostly her trying to look hot; she's a lot more into the social scene than I am."

"Ok, that explains a lot. Anyway, sorry about the lack of hosting skills on my part, I honestly thought you were our other roommate when you buzzed. What am I even talking about hosting for, this is your place now too! Raven, the roommate I thought was you at the door, is at work right now so I guess you'll just have to deal with me for the time being. I don't know if you remember or not from Facebook but my name is Niylah." The girl smiled at Lexa and held her hand out,

"It's nice to finally meet you."

Lexa smiled wearily back at Niylah before extending her own hand out, she was still slightly in shock over how much of an ass she had already made out of herself today.

"Yeah it's really nice to meet you too," she shot a brief smile at the other girl before changing the subject at an attempt to forget about all that had just taken place. "So…this place is pretty amazing. I can't believe you actually had a room available."

"I mean to be completely honest about the whole thing, you got pretty lucky with that. Octavia, our ex roommate just moved in with her boyfriend, Lincoln, so we've really been scrambling to find another girl for the place." Niylah walked over to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, that yoga session – despite the fact that it was cut rather short – kicked her ass. Looking over at Lexa, she couldn't shake the feeling that she knew this girl, she could have sworn that she'd seen her somewhere. Before Niylah can offer Lexa anything to drink, she hears the sound of keys jingling outside the apartment door and –

"Nye get your ass over here! Look who I found outside meowing and wantin' some love and attention from lil' ole Rave—

...Lexa?"

Lexa hears the girl before she sees her and knows exactly who she is.

The tall brunette freezes. If she thought her brain was a pile of mush before, she was almost 100% positive that every muscle in her body had just ceased functioning.

"What the fuck Lexa!? What the are you doing here? You said you were never coming back to New York.

If you're looking for her, she's not here. You're the last person she wants to see." Raven sneered at the brown-haired girl who was still standing by the couch, her eyes barely able to look up and meet the gaze of the seething girl in front of her.

How the fuck did this happen to her.

She needed to find a way out of this. Fast.

Sooooo... Hopefully you all didn't hate that too much haha. This is my first fanfic that I've ever written so go easy on me, but I would love some comments and feedback about what you thought about the first chapter and if you want more! Thanks everyone! :)

P.S. Don't worry. Clarke is coming in the next chapter lol