"Wait, she did what? We're still talking about Anya Woods, right? The stoic beauty? The one who laughs whenever we watch romantic movies? The one half of our resident badass sister combo?"
"Yeah, Jasper. My girl can be romantic sometimes but she can still kick your ass so don't let her hear you mock her badass persona." Raven bragged as she recounted the other day to the group gathered at their lunch table. Monty, his boyfriend Miller, Monroe, Octavia, Bellamy and Clarke sat around the table, listening intently to the mechanic's story.
Raven, Clarke and Octavia were making their way down to the soccer field when Raven's cellphone buzzed with a text message.
'Engineering building. Now.'
Raven huffed angrily and thrust the phone into the faces of her startled friends. "Look at this shit. She doesn't text me to tell me she's not coming to lunch and now she's fucking ordering me to the engineering building. That's my building. MY BUILDING."
"So…don't go?" Octavia said with a confused expression.
"What do you mean, 'don't go'? Of course I'm going. I'm meeting her at MY building and I'm going to give her a piece of my fucking mind!" Raven shouts and mutters a quick goodbye to her friends.
Clarke and Octavia stand there stunned for a moment before snickering as they watch the mechanic stomp her way to her destination.
'Where the fuck are you, asshole?'
'Come around the side of the building, gorgeous'
'Don't 'gorgeous' me. You're still an asshole for ditching me.'
'Hurry up.'
Raven turns the corner and catches sight of her girlfriend casually leaning against the brick wall.
"What do you mean 'hurry up'? Where the fuck were you? We said we would meet for lun- "Her words cut off as she notices the rainbow colored spray-paint covering the entire wall behind the stoic blonde.
'BE MY DATE FOR PROM?'
"What…did you do this…for me?" Raven murmured softly and took her girlfriend's outstretched hand.
Anya let out a small chuckle and smiled sweetly at the girl in her arms. "I am really sorry for ditching you at lunch. I meant to meet you there and bring you back here myself…but I did not realize how many security guards like to roam about this area. The girls and I had some trouble but luckily we were able to finish. What do you think?"
"This is amazing…and really sweet. Not that much of a badass now, are you?"
"Oh no. I am still a badass. But I suppose I could deal with being a sweet badass…if you say yes to being my date?"
"You're adorable," Raven giggled and tightened her arms around the taller girl's neck. "Of course I'll be your date. I love you so much, you romantic badass."
"Good." Anya nodded and gave a gentle kiss to the other girl's temple. "I love you too."
"It was so sweet! You know. If you ignore the 'against the rules' part. We only almost got caught because it was really hard to get the curve of the question mark…" Luna chipped in as she took a seat on Monroe's lap. She leaned down to give her girlfriend a chaste kiss on the lips before looking back up to face the others. "So, how is everybody's day going?"
"It'd be better if your cousin would show her face," Clarke groaned over the chorus of responses. "Where the hell is Lexa? I haven't seen her since yesterday morning and she keeps dodging my texts about what the hell she's doing! It's like she's trying to avoid asking me to prom or something…I mean even Finn has beaten her to asking me. He presented me with flowers and a new canvas to paint on this morning. Disregarding him totally ignoring the fact that I have a girlfriend whom I love with all my heart, it was all kind of sweet. But seriously, she hasn't even mentioned it. Oh my god, she doesn't want to go to prom with me."
"What? No, that's definitely not it." Bellamy snorted at the ridiculous thought.
"Clarke, that girl is totally head over heels for you. There's no way she doesn't want to take you to prom." Miller said as he hugged Monty closer. The smaller teen was sitting comfortably on his boyfriend's lap.
"Yeah, Miller's right! Lexa wouldn't miss the chance to see you in a stunning dress. Remember her excitement last winter with the masquerade ball? I think she actually tripped down both flights of stairs." Monty added with a chuckle.
"She's going to break up with me. Prom isn't the problem anymore. I'm going to be girlfriendless."
"ANYA!"
"Why are you yelling, Alexandria?"
"ANYA, HELP ME."
"Lexa, calm yourself."
"ECHO, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO."
"God dammit, Alexandria, get yourself together."
"Mother, I have no idea how to ask Clarke to prom. WHAT IF SHE SAYS NO?!"
"Go run your laps. Then be yourself and ask your girlfriend to prom. You know what she likes, right? Do something around that."
"Thank you, Mother. I think you may have given me an idea…"
"Holy shit, Lexa? What is she doing?" Octavia gasped.
Everyone in the outside lunch area turned to see what had caught the younger Blake's attention. Lexa was stepping up onto the picnic table in the middle of the lunch area, giving a sheepish smile to the two occupants. The brunette was wearing a dark green t-shirt, a pair of black skinny jeans and black combat boots.
"Lex? What are you doing up there?" Clarke asked with a confused smile. She got up from her table and slowly made her way towards her girlfriend. The blonde stopped directly in front of Lexa and waited for an explanation.
"Clarke. I have a very important question for you."
"Dammit, Alexandria. You really want to win that much?" Anya muttered under breath, shaking her head slightly to dismiss her girlfriend's curious glance.
"Why are you like this? Anya and Aunt Indra are not this weird." Luna questioned softly and snuggled closer to Monroe on the picnic bench.
"Why am I friends with you guys?" Octavia groaned into her hands.
"I'm only here for the free entertainment," Monty and Miller said in unison as they watched on in amusement. "This is fantastic!"
"Guys, shut up!" Lexa grit her teeth in what seemed to be irritation, but was most likely nervousness. A chorus of 'sorry' rang out in response. The brunette inhaled deeply before continuing her speech. "Clarke, you know that I love you and I am deeply sorry for being so distant this past week. I think I have just been panicking a bit. I have an important question for you and a few years from now, this will seem like such a foolish thing to be nervous about."
"It's okay, Lex." Clarke encouraged soothingly. "You can ask me."
"Clarke Griffin-" Lexa paused and nodded to herself before ripping her shirt over her head.
Clarke's breath hitched as she took in her girlfriend's appearance. The Grounders' commander stood proudly, with a hint of nervousness shown only through her eyes, on the table. She had a black sports bra covering her chest and the only thing Clarke could focus on were her girlfriend's abs. Ignoring the well defined six-pack, she realized that there was a word written on the girl's stomach in black marker. The neatly written letters spelled out 'PROM?'
"Oh Lexa…" Clarke sighed happily. "Yes, I'll go to prom with you!"
Lexa exhaled in relief as she took in the chorus of cheers in the lunch area. She jumped down from the table and enveloped her girlfriend in a big hug. The blonde wrapped her arms tightly around Lexa's waist and sighed deeply into her neck.
"I'll admit that I was a little worried that you didn't want to go to prom with me."
"What? I was worried you would not say yes," Lexa chuckled and tightened her hold on the blonde. "I am so glad that you did. I love you, Clarke Griffin."
"I-" Clarke's next words were cut off abruptly by a deep voice.
"What is the meaning of this?" Gustus asked. A hint of amusement was hidden discreetly behind his stern expression.
"Lexa…remember when I told you that Clarke would say yes, no matter how you asked her?" Abby groaned. "I had pictured you wearing a shirt and not causing a scene on my campus."
"Alexandria, when I said to use something that Clarke likes…I, obviously, did not mean your abs." Indra grumbled. "For god's sake, put your shirt back on."
"Ms. Griffin, Uncle Gustus, Mother…I apologize for the disruption." Lexa said stiffly as she swiftly moved away from Clarke and pulled her shirt back on.
"I think an extra dozen set of suicides will make up for this," Gustus suggested while Indra nodded in agreement. "With us, at least."
"Along with that, you'll be serving a Saturday detention with me this weekend." Abby said with shake of her head. "I won't put it on your record this time, but please let's try to keep our shirts on our bodies from now on?"
"Y-yes, of course, Ms. Griffin. That will not be a problem." Lexa stammered as she made eye contact with the principal, or in other words: her girlfriend's mother.
"This is better than cable TV…" Monty mumbled as he and the rest of the group watched an amused Clarke and an awkward Lexa talk with the three adults.
Abby exhaled deeply and let out a light laugh at her daughter's usually stoic, yet extremely sweet girlfriend. She gave a parting wave and left for her office. "See you Saturday morning in my office, Ms. Woods."
"See you then, Ms. Griffin!" Her relief only lasted so long before she turned back to her mother and uncle. Gustus grinned childishly while Indra rolled her eyes at her brother's immature behavior.
"Since you have relaxed now that Clarke has accepted your invitation to prom…you can go start those suicides."
"But Mother-"
"The field is waiting for you. Go. Now, Alexandria."
"Yes, ma'am." Lexa muttered and gave Clarke a loving goodbye kiss, parting with the promise of driving her home after school. She paused when she heard her girlfriend call her name.
"Lex, wait!"
"Yes, Clarke?"
"I love you too, Alexandria Woods."
A huge grin grew on Lexa's face as she registered the blonde's continuation of their interrupted declarations from before. With renewed energy, the commander made her way to the soccer field to start her suicide sets. The thought of her beautiful girlfriend coming down the stairs to greet her on prom night was enough to get her through the dozen sets of sprints.