OKAY. SO this is the first fic I have ever written. I'm a little nervous. I promise future chapters will be longer than this. I just wanted to get what I had out there. There isn't really a whole lot of going back and forth with Lexa and Clarke, they are just kind of going to jump right into it. I didn't want to spend too much time on them trying to figure out their feelings because there is a lot that I want to get to. Please be patient I will probably update mostly on the weekends. If you see any mistakes please point them out to me. I am a grammar Nazi at heart and I would prefer to have someone tell me something is grammatically wrong. Please review! Thanks!
Clarke Griffin was a blue-eyed, blonde haired angel who walked on air. At least in Lexa's opinion that is. Clarke was a free spirit that could not be tamed or held down. Clarke didn't have much of a plan for after highschool. She assumed she was going to college, but didn't worry whether or not she would get in anywhere. Lexa admired that because her whole life had already been planned for her, for the most part.
Lexa Woods was a high school basketball star. Going into her senior year she had a total of 2,479 points (a school record). She had led Marbury High School to three straight State Championships. She had been the captain since she was a sophomore. Lexa planned to go to college and play Division 1 for a major university (which one, she had no clue). She was born to play basketball. It was the only thing she ever wanted in the world. That was until she met Clarke Griffin.
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It was a warm August morning in Marbury, Alabama. First Day of School. Lexa sat in the seat right next to the teacher's desk. Mr. Adams was the best history teacher she had ever met (she had him both her sophomore and junior year prior). He was funny and always making jokes.
The warning bell rang and students began pouring into the room from the halls. They all took their seats. One boy (presumably a junior) attempted to sit next to Lexa. She looked up at the boy she didn't recognize and gave him a glare that told him 'if you sit down I will most definitely make you regret it.' He noticed this glare and ran off to the other side of the room. Minutes later Lexa's best friend came sprinting into the room trying to beat the bell. She made it with only milliseconds to spare. She saw Lexa and took the empty seat to her right as Lexa smiled up at her.
"How was your summer?" she said quietly as Mr. Adams took roll.
"Great. Worked hard. Went to a lot of camps. It was good." Lexa said through her stoic expression.
"Yeah me too. My dad wasn't too happy about it though, he thought I should've spent more time at home or with my friends."
"My parents said the complete opposite. 'You should go to this camp, lots of D1 scouts will be there.'" She said mocking her mother's voice.
"I don't think-"
"Raven Reyes?" Mr. Adams called out, interrupting Raven's sentence.
"Here" Raven continued "I don't think my dad understands how bad I want to play college ball."
"We'll get recruited somewhere. I know it." Lexa reassured as she sent her a brief side smile.
"Lexa?" Mr. Adams called the last name on his roster.
"Here." She said.
Mr. Adams stood from behind his computer to look around at his students. Many of them appeared to be some form of dead or at the very least incapacitated. It was a Monday and the first day of school after all. He seemed amused at this thought and smiled to himself.
"Alright!" He near yelled at the class "Everybody wake up, lets do this thing."
The class responded with a collective groan of disappointment in everyone's favorite teacher.
"Come on. We are gonna play 2 truths and a lie-"
There was a knock at the classroom door. Mr. Adams crossed the room to open it. Moments later a blonde haired girl walked into the classroom.
"Is anyone sitting here?" she asked Lexa gesturing to the seat to her left.
"No." Lexa said simply. She was mesmerized by the beauty of the blonde now sitting down next to her. Her hair was still wet, she had no makeup on, she had bags under eyes, and she clearly wasn't from the area. But Lexa was still taken back by the raw beauty of the girl.
"Everyone, this is...I'm sorry what was your name again?"
"Clarke. Clarke Griffin." She said out of breath and still trying to collect herself.
"Right. This is Clarke Griffin. She is new and I trust that you will all welcome her to Marbury High School." Mr. Adams continued "Clarke as I was saying before you walked in was that we are going to play 2 truths and a lie. Do you know to play?"
Clarke nodded and said "Yes sir."
"Great everyone get out a sheet of paper. Write your name on the top and then write 2 truths and a lie. Please write legibly. Murphy, that means you." Mr. Adams said with his ever famous smile.
Murphy laughed still looking at his paper. Lexa noticed out of the corner of her eye that Clake had smiled at the comment.
When everyone turned theirs in Mr. Adams began reading them. He started with the top of the pile. "John Murphy. Please stand so everyone knows who you are." A long, scraggly haired senior stood up. Everyone knew Murphy as the school bully. He wore a leather jacket with a white t-shirt underneath it all the time.
Mr. Adams begins "Alright. Murphy says 'I have 2 dogs. I have a younger sister. And I have a motorcycle." Mr. Adams continued "Which ones are true and which one is the lie?"
Murphy's friends began yelling inaudible answers. Lexa presumed they were high or something. They eventually agreed that he did not in fact have a sister because their fearless leader could not be soft enough to have a baby sister. However they were very wrong.
"Yeah I have a little sister. She's 10. She's annoying, but I love her to death." Murphy said as he sat down, smacking each of his friends for getting it wrong.
Mr. Adams said a few more. Lexa's name was finally called and she was asked to stand up. Stoically and reluctantly she did.
"Alright. Lexa says 'I play basketball. I have a tattoo on my butt. And when I was four I dribbled a muddy basketball all over the kitchen on Thanksgiving.'"
The class was 100% sure that Lexa played basketball (it was her claim to fame in the school), and dribbling through her house with a muddy basketball definitely sounded like something Lexa would do. The class finally decided that Lexa did not have a tattoo on her butt. She did not. She did, however, have one on her right bicep which she showed off to the class. Clarke looked over her very toned bicep. Lexa noticed and flexed the muscle watching Clarke grin at the attractiveness of Lexa's arm muscle and then immediately blush because she realized Lexa caught her staring at more than just her arms.
Next in the pile was Clarke. Lexa was excited to hear this one. "Alright. Clarke says 'I am from Seattle. I have never actually played a sport. And when I was four I drew puppies all over my dad's blueprints the day before they were due.'" Lexa smiled at the last one and Clarke stole a glance at Lexa just before Lexa resumed her stoic appearance.
"I'm going to say that you did not draw puppies all over your dad's blueprints the day before they were due?" Mr. Adams guessed.
"No sir. That one is true." Clarke said, smiling widely.
"So have you ever actually played a sport?" He asked.
"I played soccer when I was like seven, but I didn't like it."
"Alright so the lie is that Clarke has never actually played a sport, interesting."
Lexa thought she was into athletic girls. That day she decided she was not in fact into just athletic girls. She was also into Clarke Griffin.
