IMPORTANT A/N: Most of these chapters will be a little short but I have to develop a plot before I can get to the good stuff. Each chapter will be spaced about a year apart, so don't freak out when she was eight in the first chapter and then turns thirteen a few chapters later. Also, thank you all so much for the follows and favorites. I didn't expect that much on my first chapter. You guys rock!
It had been about a year since Lexa first started spying on Clarke. She had many opportunities but never took the chance to talk to the blonde. She desperately wanted to, but she was scared as to how the girl would react. She didn't want Clarke to freak out when she told her that she had been watching her for the past year. She just wanted to be friends with Clarke and her friend, who she recently found, was named Wells.
Lexa kicked a stone along the path that she took to Clarke's house everyday, thinking of a perfect scenario for when they met. She smiled at the thought of hugging her and catching fireflies with her and hunting with her and laughing about everything. She wondered if her dreams would ever come true.
She looked up from the rock she was kicking and smirked as a familiar house came into view. She snuck closer, looking to see if anyone was outside and frowned when no one was. She loved seeing Clarke outside, chasing her friends and climbing trees. She longed to join in on the fun. Lexa silently ran from the trees and leaned against a wall of the house, out of sight. She inched towards a window and peeked in. Her frown turned into a scowl when she didn't see anyone inside either. She cautiously checked a few other windows, without luck. She let out a sigh and turned to leave, when she caught a glimpse of blonde hair in the woods. Lexa froze in place as the blonde caught sight of her. She swallowed a lump in her throat, unable to move.
Clarke began to walk closer, making Lexa's heart pound through her chest. Clarke's face seemed calm, but her eyes showed fear. Within a few moments, Clarke was just a few feet away from her. They both stood still, staring at each other, waiting for the other one to speak.
"Wh-who are you?" Clarke asked, confusion filling her every word. Lexa just stared, refusing to talk. This was her chance to speak and she was about to blow it. Most of the sky people didn't think that the grounders spoke English.
"Do you understand me?" Clarke asked, making Lexa's heart flutter. Her voice was beautiful. Lexa wanted to nod, but her brain wasn't working right.
"You're a grounder, aren't you?" Clarke's voice was suddenly filled with anger. Lexa took a deep breath and let it out.
"Your people have killed my people," Clarke spat, stepping closer. Lexa felt her stomach drop. She had absolutely no chance at being friends with her if she hated grounders. Lexa watched as Clarke reached for a knife sticking out of her pocket. Lexa's brain kicked on and she reached her hand behind her back, pulling a spear out of its cover. She pointed it at Clarke, making her pull her knife out and point it at Lexa. They spun around each other; neither of them wanting to actually hurt the other.
Clarke was the first one to lunge forward with her knife. Lexa quickly spun away, finding herself at the back of the blonde. Lexa grabbed the arm holding the knife and pinned it behind her back and pushed her against the wall of her house. She held the spear to Clarke's neck, making the girl squeeze her eyes shut. Clarke was not nearly as good at fighting as Lexa was.
"Let me go. Please." Clarke begged, trying to wriggle free of Lexa's grasp. Lexa thought for a moment and then let go of her arm and pushed the spear harder against her neck. Clarke opened her eyes and looked down at the sharp blade. Her breathing quickened and she slowly lifted her hands into the air in defeat, letting the knife drop to her feet.
"I'll do anything. Just don't kill me." Clarke's hands shook as she spoke. Lexa had no intention of harming her, but she couldn't let Clarke tell anyone about her. Lexa struggled to find the right words to say.
"Don't ever tell anyone about this or I will find you and finish you." Lexa warned her. Clarke nodded, promising she wouldn't tell, over and over. Lexa pulled the spear away and looked into the blonde's beautiful, blue eyes. They stood in silence for a few seconds before Lexa turned and sprinted off into the trees. She quickly climbed up her usual tree and looked down at the girl she had just talked to. It wasn't exactly how she imagined their first conversation, but she still felt a twinge of joy inside her.
Clarke felt her neck where the spear had been. She slowed her breathing down and picked up the knife that she dropped. She scanned the area and then ran inside, slamming the door behind her.
Lexa sighed and leaned her head on the trunk of the tree. She had ruined one of her only chances with Clarke.
Clarke closed the door behind her and tried to calm down. She was still in shock about what had just happened. She'd heard stories from other people about the grounders but she had never seen one in person, much less spoken to one. She didn't even think that they spoke English.
The image of the girl wouldn't leave her mind. Her brown, braided hair and her raccoon-like makeup. She could still see the emerald green eyes staring into hers. She had never seen someone that looked as strange as the grounder did. She tried to figure out why a grounder that looked to be her age was hiding by her house. Was she lost? Was she planning to kill her family? Questions were swirling around Clarke's head faster than she could process them. She wanted to tell her parents right away. If the girl was after her family, she should warn them.
"Don't ever tell anyone about this or I will find you and finish you." The words replayed in her mind. She couldn't risk telling anyone.
Clarke closed her eyes and forced herself to stop thinking about it. She wouldn't tell anyone. She couldn't even think about what would happen if she did. Just as Clarke stepped away from the door, her mom walked into the room with a smile on her face.
"Hey, Clarke. How was your walk?" She asked, drying a plate that she had just washed.
"Fine," she lied, pictures of the grounder flashing through her mind. Her mom smiled bigger, returning to the kitchen to finish washing her dishes. Clarke sighed and walked towards a window that faced the woods outside her house. She rested her arms on the window sill and rested her chin in her hands. She stared into the trees, looking for any movement. She wasn't sure why, but she felt compelled to find the grounder again. She had to.
A/N: Thank you for reading this and sorry it's a little short. Please follow, favorite, and review if you liked this chapter and thank you again for all the support thus far.