Lexa arrived at her dorm. She smiled at the sight in front of her. Octavia was sprawled all over Raven's bed, reading some magazine. On second inspection, Lexa realized it was actually a history journal. The first time she had seen Octavia reading one of those, Lexa was extremely confused. Upon getting to know the girl, she discovered one of her passions was history so whenever she was in her dorm, she would grab some of Lexa's material from her classes and skimmed through them. She was particularly keen on war strategies and how they had developed over time. Darting her eyes at the other end of the room, where a little homemade lab was set up for Raven, where her roommate and Clarke were working, the latter was wearing safety glasses. Lexa couldn't help to think she looked cute in them.

Clarke turned at the sound of the closing door, smiling widely at Lexa. Raven was too enthralled at the task at hand to acknowledge her. She only turned towards her once she finished welding. She put down the tool and pushed her welding helmet up. She brushed the sweat of her forehead, smiling proudly at her job. Lexa simply raised her eyebrows questioning, moving further into the room.

A few days after the party, she had noticed Clarke and Octavia were spending a lot of time in her and Raven's dorm. Apparently, if your captain and roommate are friends, is only natural your quarters become the designated hanging out place. If said people have a hot blonde friend, she too becomes part of the deal. Or at least, that's what Lexa thought and why she didn't mind them being over there all the time. She was still guarded but couldn't deny she enjoyed the other girls company.

She threw her backpack on her bed. She was exhausted so she went over her drawers to take out her pajamas to call it a night. Octavia jumped out of Raven's bed, rushing to her side and taking her t-shirt from her hand.

"Oh, no, no, no. We're having none of that," she told her, throwing the t-shirt next to her backpack, "we were actually waiting for you. We are going out." Lexa stared at her serenely. "Don't look at me like that Lexa. We're going out, whether you want it or not." She quirked an eyebrow but remained silent. Octavia tilted her head and Lexa finally cracked a tiny smile.

"Fine, just for a few hours though." Octavia pounced at her, embracing her in a bear hug. Lexa rolled her eyes. Her eyes met blue and she could've sworn her heart skipped a beat. Later she would reason she was imagining things. "Ok, that's enough, let's roll." Without giving the girls a second glance, she went through the doors for the others to follow. Clarke smiled at her on her way out while Raven shoved her out.

/

"Cheers ladies!" Clinking their shots,they all downed them in one gulp. "Another!" Raven yelled over the sound of the music, going over to the bar to get more tequila.

"So Lexa, those guys over there haven't stopped looking this way." Octavia pointed to some dudes that weren't too subtle, glancing at them with obvious lust. Lexa was used to this sort of behaviour but still found it irksome. Lucky, or rather unlucky, she glanced at them at the same time one had decided to invite himself over. "Here we go," she muttered lowly. Clarke chuckled into her drink.

"Hello girls! I couldn't help to notice how stunning y'all are. My friends and I were wondering if we could buy you some drinks. Maybe get acquainted with one another?" he said those last words, straight to Lexa, whose face could only be read as pure boredom. She glanced past his shoulder to get a better look of his friends. To her, they all seemed the same. Octavia wasn't even paying attention to the guy but analyzing her friend's actions. That was until one of the friends came over and began speaking directly to her.

"So, if I had to rate you from 1-10, I would rate you as a 9 because I am the one that you are missing." The look of absolute disgust on Octavia's face was priceless. The poor guy even retreated a few steps but his friend came to his rescue, or at least, he tried. "Excuse my friend; he obviously doesn't know that you must be from Tennessee! Because you are the only ten I see!"

The three girls exchanged looks of bewilderment. A couple of seconds later, they burst into laughter. The boys tried to laugh along but one look from Octavia, was all it took for them to be goners.

"What I'd miss?" Raven asked, putting four shots of tequila in the middle of the table.

"Same old, studs throwing bad pick up lines, thinking they are actually clever."

"In that case, we gotta hit the floor to show them, why they should make an effort. Originality has never killed anyone, people!" she shouted at no one in particular, but gaining some amused looks from others around them. The other girls grabbed a shot each and downed it.

"Let's go," Clarke took her hand, making Lexa's fingers tingle with the contact. She allowed the other girl to pull her to the dance floor, where she let go of her hand and began dancing with the music's rhythm. Lexa immediately missed the soft skin against her own.

Once again some jocks attempted to dance with them. A tall sturdy guy began grinding against Clarke. She separated herself from him but he wouldn't take a hint. Lexa acting on instinct grabbed Clarke by the waist and pulled her over towards her. The blonde was feeling a little lightheaded already and feeling Lexa's warm body rubbing her sensually definitely did not help. She knew the girl was only doing it to ward off the guy but Clarke couldn't help pushing back against the brunette's hips. They continued dancing against one another until he finally left. Lexa almost felt disappointed when he turned around and Clarke stopped dancing. She turned to face her, nearing her lips to her ear and murmuring an almost inaudible thanks, causing a shiver to travel down her spine. She simply nodded curtly.

That night while lying on her bed, Lexa had to remind herself that Clarke had a boyfriend.

Was Clarke her friend? Maybe. At least an almost friend. Therefore, Clarke was off limits. The memory of Clarke grinding against her, fresh in her mind, would definitely make everything harder.

/

Lexa stared absentmindedly around the café. She came here whenever she was behind on an assignment and needed to finish it soon. The twenty minute walk from campus, under the chilly winds of November, announcing an early winter, was worth it once inside with a cup of coffee. She usually sat at the corner, were she could see most of the café but remain guarded and undisturbed behind a pillar.

Unfortunately, today she couldn't concentrate on her essay due the next day. Her laptop, a couple books and some sheets were scattered all over the table, haphazardly. A cup filled with cold coffee, long forgotten, next to them.

For some reason, her mind kept wandering back to the night at the bar. Particularly, to Clarke's hand guiding her towards the dance floor. She didn't understand as to why, it hadn't been an earth shattering moment, and maybe that was the reason it puzzled her even more. A simple, almost innocent and meaningless moment, had spurred in her a feeling she could only describe as soothing. She couldn't even remember the music pounding in her ears or the bodies she brushed as she passed by, only Clarke's hand enveloping her own and pulling softy.

The barista shouting someone's order brought her out of her dazed. The pointer at her screened, which remained where she had stopped writing fifteen minutes ago, kept ticking, mocking her. She groaned internally, she put aside all her thoughts and funnelled all her energy to finishing her essay. She set a deadline on her head and went back to work.

A few hours later, she finally pressed one last dot into her paper. She dropped her glasses on the table. Stretching her arms and moving her neck around, she glanced around the café. None of the customers she had first spotted remain, and it was obviously late since very few people were still hanging around. She stared the time on her computer, 9:45 pm. Looking down at her phone, she saw a pair of missed calls and a bunch of messages from Anya, probably scolding her for not answering. She closed her eyes, allowing them to rest a little. When she opened them, Clarke was standing in front of her, with two cups of coffee to go and an amused expression. Lexa blinked rapidly, making sure she wasn't imagining things.

"I was going to come over sooner but I didn't want to interrupt. You seemed really focused," she explained with her raspy voice. Lexa stared at her dumbfounded for a moment too long before remembering she had to speak.

"Oh! Yeah, I was working." No shit, smartass."My essay is due tomorrow," she added trying to safeguard her dignity.

"Good thing I didn't come over then." Lexa was taken aback by the implication of Clarke's words. Maybe it was the slight hesitation or the tone in which the words were spoken. And then it hit her, she had just witnessed a hint of Clarke's insecurities. She could almost hear the blonde's thoughts, regretting coming over.

"I would've loved the distraction," she reassured her, smiling brightly. Relief washed over Clarke's face, a smile of her own, threatening to escape her lips.

"In that case, I'm sorry I didn't come over sooner." Lexa was surprised as how quickly Clarke had shoved her self-consciousness aside, going back to her confident demeanour.

"You've been here long?"

"An hour or so, I saw you when I came in. You were so deep in thought I decided against coming right over. Then I got caught up sketching; next thing I know its dark outside." She then realized she was still holding the two cups of coffee. "Uhmm… this is for you, you haven't touched yours in hours, and it's probably already sour milk." Great Clarke, why don't you just confess you have been watching her all this time?

"Thanks." Not sure what to make off the gesture. A waiter warned them the café was about to close. Lexa put away her stuff before grabbing the cup from Clarke.

Once outside, they stood awkwardly next to one another, not sure what to do next.

"Well, thanks for the coffee." She wrapped her arms around herself, careful not to spill the cups contents on her clothes and regretting not having put on something warmer apart from her hoodie. She began walking away at a quicker space, already planning on shortening her twenty minute walk. A hand grabbed her arm, effectively spinning her around.

"My car is over there," Clarke pointed to the parking lot, "I'll drive you."

"No it's okay, it's only a…"

"Lexa is freezing and honestly I don't want to be blame for your dead. Raven is way too fond of you." Lexa smiled gratefully, giving in and following the blonde to her car.

A comfortable silence settled between them, the radio playing softy in the background. It was only interrupted by Lexa's phone buzzing, startling the brunette. She quickly dismissed the call, without even looking at who it was before shoving it back into her pocket.

"Sorry," she mustered. Seconds later it began ringing again, looking apologetically at Clarke, she answered it. Pressing the phone into her ear, she closed her eyes, waiting for Anya to speak. The woman didn't even said hello, launching straight into her rant, giving her an earful.

We have rules Lexa, no more than four hours. If I call, you have to report back to me. You can't dismiss my call. We have an agreement Lexa and if you don't want Lincoln checking up on you, you better follow through.

"I'm sorry. I was working and I'm… I can't talk right now. Can I call you when I get to my dorm?" Lexa prayed Anya would hang up without putting up a fight.

You better come up with a very good reason or a convincing excuse kid.

Lexa put the phone down, sighing tiredly. Suddenly, her body felt heavy and all she wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep. Clarke glanced at her, a bit concern in the sudden shift of Lexa's mood.

"Your mum?" Clarke asked warily. This was the first time she had witnessed Lexa interacting with other people rather than herself or her friends. Naturally, she was a bit curious.

"No." Lexa didn't mean to sound harsh. Only her defenses were up and she couldn't help it. Anya and Lincoln were sort of a confined topic in her mind. She decided to ask a question of her own, if only to dissipate the tension.

"How are things with your mum?" Lexa didn't elaborate any further, and Clarke didn't push her to relent any information. Not tonight.

A week ago

Clarke stormed into the room, rambling and speaking way too fast for anyone to understand what she was saying. It was easy to notice she was pissed off at something, or rather someone. She stopped mid sentence when she realized it was only Lexa in the room.

"I thought Rae was here." Lexa peered at her from behind her book. She wondered how Clarke still looked mighty fine with a flush face and a pulsing vein in her forehead.

"It's ok. She went to the store." Her words hinting so much more. Clarke chuckled softly at the implication.

For the past couple of weeks, Raven had gone to the store, almost on a daily basis. At first, they thought she had ordered something and was going to check upon whether it had arrived. That was until Octavia spotted her, nowhere near the supply store but sitting on the benches, making out with Wick. Fortunately, she didn't confront the girl immediately, so when Clarke and Lexa heard the story, they prevented her from it. They convinced her Raven would tell them, whenever she was ready. She hadn't said anything yet and Octavia was getting anxious, dropping hints every now and then.

"Right, in that case, I'll come back later."

Before she could think twice, words where coming out of Lexa's mouth. "You're welcome to wait here. Or you can talk to me if you'd like," she added nervously, not sure what had compelled her to speak .Perhaps, it was seeing Clarke so distressed or maybe she didn't want the blonde to leave. Looking up, she saw Clarke standing by the entrance, shuffling on her feet. Lexa was sure Clarke was debating how to let her down easily. A feeling of sadness rushed throughout her body at the prospect of rejection from Clarke. Maybe, she had been to fast jumping to the conclusion they were in fact friends.

"My mum's great, I love her. She's a doctor so she can get a bit overprotective. When my dad died, she became even more so. She's in constant fear something might happen to me. One of the reasons I came here, it sounds awful… but I guess I needed some breathing space. She didn't speak to me for weeks when I told her. She said I was abandoning her and that I could just as easily study medicine inmy state university or somewhere nearby. Then when I said it was art school I thought she would never speak to me again. Anyways, she got over herself but I get weekly calls, texts and e-mails of her, trying to persuade me to reconsider."

She took a deep breath, before going over Raven's bed and sitting down. Lexa wasn't sure what to say. She had no parental experience whatsoever, so she didn't think she could give any real advice. Clarke had her head resting on her hands, dejected. It was obvious, this situation had happened one too many times.

Lexa shifted uncomfortably in her seat, not sure what to say. Parents weren't exactly her forte and she couldn't possible think of a single thing she might say to make Clarke feel better. Suddenly, she remembered her meeting with Lincoln at the café. She breathed deeply still uncertain on whether she should say anything at all.

"Well, of course she worries and probably wants to take all the harm or pain you could get. At the end of the day, I think she only means well. You should explain your feelings and allow her to tell you hers. Maybe, she is just trying to tell you that she will always have your back, no matter what." She was not sure her words would help at all, so she waited for Clarke's reaction.

Lexa's words were filled with sorrow, yet they sounded so honest. Once she found courage to look up, all Clarke was able to see the green eyes staring at her kindly.

"Hey, Lexa help me out a little." They both jumped startled, their little moment broken. Raven couldn't have a worse timing. She hated the fact, she wouldn't know if her words had comforted the blonde, if only a little. Raven looked suspiciously, narrowing her eyes at Clarke.

"Where were you?" Clarke asked not letting Raven interrogate her.

"Store." Both Lexa and Clarke decided they are going to believe her this time. Glancing rapidly at one another, agreeing quietly their conversation was best kept a secret.

"Well, I thought about what you said. You were right, it's natural she is preoccupied. I talked to her yesterday. She seemed to understand my perspective so we're kind of in the middle."

"That's good."

The rest of the ride, both of them were silent, engaged in their own thoughts.

/

"Alright girls, we're gonna kick some ass today. We're gonna show those bitches from Jersey what the grass tastes like in Michigan!" The girls in the room cheered and roared at Octavia's words. "Dirt will come out of their asses 'till the next century. We are gonna make them regret coming all the way over here. Tomorrow none of those girls will be able to walk properly." Lockers were being slammed at this point. Octavia put her hands in the air, silencing the locker room. "Remember, pass safe, move fast and tackle hard. LET'S GO! GOTTA WIN THIS MOTHERFUCKER!" The girls howled, screamed, cheered and clapped, running out to the field.

Today was Lexa's first official game. She would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous. Her skills were good, despite having only trained for a couple months but she ran fast and was good at taking people down. The fact that she had to protect other people, scared her shitless. She had fought plenty on her own, and up until now no one had ever really depended on her. She promised she would do her best. Lexa took a big breath before following the rest of the team.

Clarke watched from the stands as the team came out. She saw Octavia running out in the field; she looked as if she was preparing for battle rather than a rugby game. Looking at the other team's faces, Clarke thought maybe they were in fact going to war. Searching around the rest of the girls, she tried to spot Lexa but the brunette hadn't come out yet.

At first, when Octavia had invited Raven and herself to the game, she had declined, arguing she was behind her work and she would rather spend her Saturday morning catching up. Then her eyes fell upon Lexa and she caught a flash of disappointment crossed her eyes, which was gone as quickly as it had appeared. She then remembered Lexa was in the team as well. Lexa in shorts, with a tight shirt. Sweating and cursing. She didn't let her mind wander more. "I guess I could finish afterwards." She agreed on going on the condition Octavia wouldn't mop for a week if they lost. Lose? The fuck is that?

So, here she was with a ton of work back in her dorm but waiting expectantly to see a girl she had barely spoken too and knew very little about, kick some ass.

"Here you go dork," Raven shoved a beer in her hand. The girl then proceeded to sit down, while balancing a massive amount of food which consisted of popcorn, nachos and hot-dogs, as well as, her own beer.

"Am I getting any of that?" Clarke asked pointing at the food, her stomach grumbling.

Raven seemed aghast at the suggestion of giving away some of her precious food, only reconsidering when she saw Clarke's begging eyes. "Fine, but you're getting refills at half-time." Clarke nodded, taking the hot-dog from Raven and biting it immediately. The other girl began scouting the field.

"Where's Lexa?"

Clarke shrugged, preferring a silent answer while eating. She searched the field again; suddenly, a new figure appeared at the edge of the field. Clarke's heart began beating faster. She knew it was rude to ogle someone but she couldn't help to stare at Lexa's tanned legs and her fit body, filling the uniform in all the right places. For a moment, she forgot to chew. Raven punched her lightly on the ribs with her elbow, causing the girl to almost chocked on her bite.

"You're staring," Raven said mockingly.

Lexa's eyes searched the field, reaching the stands where she saw Raven sitting next to Clarke. If she was nervous in the locker room, she became a complete wreck at the prospect of making a fool of herself in front of Clarke. Their eyes met for the briefest of moments, she smiled tightly, trying to compose herself. When the eye contact was broken with the blonde, a familiar figure caught her eye. A couple of rows below the two girls, Lincoln sat alone drinking a beer, when he felt her watching him, he looked up. He sent a thumbs up her way, smiling. Lexa waved and smiled brightly at him, before turning and heading where Octavia was giving the team last minute instructions. If the brunette had looked back at Clarke, she would've noticed the frown caused by her interaction with Lincoln.

"He's probably a friend." Raven too had noticed it. She was going to further comment on it, curiosity peeking in, but Clarke's reaction made her decide against it. She was actually surprised someone had come to see Lexa since she had never talked about any of her friends, the entire time they had shared a room.

Both girls were able to keep up with the game. Octavia had almost indoctrinated them on the subject so lineups, scrums and tries weren't foreign concepts. Neither of the girls was too keen on seeing their friends getting hit but still they wanted to be there for moral support, whatever that meant.

It took them a few minutes to realize that Octavia and Lexa were amazing at it, almost in perfect sync with each other. The rest of the team appeared to be following whatever the other two girls were attempting, which gained them a couple of tries. These, didn't go unnoticed by the rival team which soon targeted Lexa, trying to get at her as much as possible. The brunette soon enough was being tackle to the ground far more times than she had expected, only causing her to get more angry every time she hit the ground. Octavia too, seemed pissed. Despite the slight inconvenience of her best player, developing a rapid long term relationship with the floor, the two finally managed to score a try, a few seconds before the end of the first half. When the referee blew his whistle, Raven simply extended her empty can to Clarke, shaking it in front of her face.

Coming back to her seat, she saw the guy Lexa had saluted earlier. He was on the phone, ushering quick words. "Yeah, yeah, she's fine. Anya calm down, nothing will happen to her. Yeah, I promise… I know… she knows how I feel. Ok… I'll tell her. Gotta go, she's going back in. Bye." Clarke walked fast towards her seat, not wanting to get caught eavesdropping. She wasn't sure what to make up from what she'd just heard.

Lexa darted running towards number 5. The girl seemed to have a personal vendetta against her and she was going to make sure the girl would remember her vividly. Once the girl grabbed the ball, Lexa ran straight to her, tackling her with all her force. She felt great satisfaction when she heard the girl's body hit the ground. Octavia was right behind her and went forward, effectively stealing the ball. As soon as the brunette began running towards their end zone, Lexa got back on her feet, following after her captain. Some ten meters ahead, Octavia was tackled. She prevented a girl from the other team to steal the ball and soon after it was back on play, with the girls from their team passing it quickly. When the ball fell on her hands, she didn't think twice and began running straight ahead. She darted to the right when she saw a girl attempting to stop her, evading her swiftly. Octavia was running a few meters behind her, when another girl went for the tackle Lexa sent a pass to her left, which Octavia easily caught. Recovering quickly, she assisted Octavia. Once again the captain ran ahead and deceived the rival team with a fake pass. A girl caught her almost at the scoring line but the brunette released the pass to Lexa seconds before hitting the ground, yet again. Lexa made one last sprint of the last couple of meters, reaching the end zone and throwing her entire body towards it. This time, she fell smoothly on her stomach with a wide smile on her face. She got up when the referee blew the whistle, signaling the end of the game, ready to celebrate the victory. Suddenly, her eye caught a flash of movement to her right. Before she could even react, she felt the blow to her right side, her head hitting the ground with a loud thud seconds after.

A collective gasp travelled around the stadium.

Lincoln, Clarke and Raven all got to their feet at the same time, running towards Lexa's body lying on the ground.

Octavia had gotten there in matter of seconds. "What the fuck is your problem?" She pushed the offending girl to the side, glaring but controlling her temper so she would not punch her in the face. Kneeling down next to Lexa, she noticed the brunette had her eyes open but was stunned.

"Hey, you okay?" Her voice came out in a whisper, genuine concern showing for her teammate. A group had formed around Lexa, who remained on the ground. She slowly began getting back to her senses, her head hurt and she could almost focus Octavia's face. She nodded slightly, regretting immediately when she felt a sharp pain in her brain.

"Don't move." Lexa shut her eyes, in an attempt to make Octavia stop spinning. When she opened them, a double Lincoln was crouching above her with a worry look on his face. The paramedics got there and everyone but Lincoln backed off so they could check Lexa.

Clarke remained by Raven but couldn't tear off her eyes from Lincoln and Lexa's holding hands. He seemed genuinely preoccupied by the mild concussion and wouldn't let her stand until the paramedics cleared her.

"That fucking bitch, she better be gone cause if I see her…" Octavia appeared by their side, furious as if she had been on the receiving end of that tackle.

"How's Lexa?" Raven's interruption of her rant effectively caused Octavia to calm down a bit.

"She's fine, mild concussion. Its rugby so we've all seen worse but still… they won't take her to the hospital since she didn't pass out. Only that fucking bitch hit her when Lexa was off guard. She could've been seriously injured… Oh I swear if I see her…" Clarke placed her hand on Octavia's arm, pointing towards Lexa who was finally getting up, supporting herself from the well built guy.

"Who's he?" Curiosity getting the best of Clarke. Both Raven and Octavia shook their heads. The three friends came near the pair; upon reaching their destination a voice behind their backs stopped them.

"Hey Clarke!" A way too cheerful Finn was crossing the field, waving at them. He came tottering, unsteady on his feet. Clarke grumbled aware she had to face the inevitable.

"You want me to come along?" Raven whispered in her ear.

"No, I have to get this over with. I'll meet you guys at the bar, please have some shots ready for me." Raven patted her lightly on the back, following after Octavia.

Finn pecked her, Clarke pushed him back lightly. He was taken aback for a second but he kept on smiling. "Hello baby! I've missed you. Are we finally gonna get down to it?" The blonde contained her impulse to roll her eyes, trying to get over with this as quick as possible.

"We should talk somewhere." She began walking away, Finn stood there for a couple of seconds, reacting suddenly and following his girlfriend not exactly sure on what to expect.

/

Lexa saw the interaction between the two. A bizarre feeling travelled down her body; the girl simply associated with the recent stroke to the head, despite it had felt more like a pang in her stomach. Unsure on how she felt, she turned to Lincoln who was watching her expectantly as if waiting for her to pass out at any minute.

"Lincoln, I'm fine." He looked uncertain but quit inspecting her persona.

"Is my head rolling if something happens to you, you know? I'm only looking after myself," he joked, leaning his body lightly against her. She punched him in return, which only caused him to grin.

"Hey Commander, you ok?" Lincoln quirked his eyebrow at Lexa, the girl sent a deadly stare his way, preventing him to say anything.

"All clear. The nerve of that girl though…" Despite the blow, she knew perfectly well who had hit her. She wasn't one to hold grudges but she too could play dirty. "She better watch her back." Octavia smiled proudly, Lincoln sighed dejectedly. Lexa was too stubborn once an idea got into her mind.

"Yeah, we're totally getting back at her but not today. Today, we celebrate!" She grabbed Lexa by the arm, guiding her into the locker room. "Wait, we haven't been introduced. I'm Octavia. This is Raven." She signaled to the girl, who stood behind her.

"Lincoln," he said extending his hand for Octavia and Raven to shake.

"Well, Lincoln you're more than welcome to join us. I'm sure Lexa wants to celebrate with you. We'll be right back." Lexa's eyes were wide open, knowing full well what Octavia was implying. The man stood there, just as confused. He knew Lexa would be opposed to the idea of him tagging along. He would've been against as well but he didn't have to look at Octavia twice to know he would be a fool if let her go.

"Sure, I'll wait in the parking lot." He was sure Lexa would have objected if Octavia hadn't dragged her out of the field, Raven following suit.

/

Once they reached an isolated place, out of everyone's earshot, Clarke took a deep breath, turning to face Finn. She couldn't stop fidgeting so she placed her hands in her jacket pockets, in an attempt to ground herself.

"I thought we were going to your room." The boy clearly had some a different idea on his mind, of what their Saturday would consist of.

"You need help Finn." She went straight to the point, not wanting to delay this any longer. The boy stared at her dumbfounded, processing her words.

"Help? Well, you can help me out. In your room," he wiggled his eyebrows. Obviously, in his mind was following a different path where everything was funny or sexual.

Clarke had lost all her patience at this point. "I'm not having sex with you. Not now…"

"Why not? It's been ages and every time I want to, you either turn me down or have some excuse." He was right, Clarke had been avoiding his advances, partly because she wanted to end the relationship but also because the last time, he had been too drunk to get an erection and had lashed out at her.

"Because you are drunk. You're always drunk. And frankly I don't want to relive what happened the last time…"

"Well I'm sorry if you aren't sexy enough to turn me on."

Clarke knew that in his current state, Finn would say anything without thinking. It didn't prevent his words to strike a nerve, her eyes became watery but she would be damned if she let any tears spill in front of him.

"You need help. You won't let me help you. You insult me and expect me to forgive you time and time again. I can't do this anymore Finn," she said dejectedly.

"So what are you saying that we are over? Is that what you're saying?" he barked, out of control. Clarke stepped back a little. "You know what? Fine, why would I want to be with someone that wants to control me? Fuck you Clarke." He stormed away, shaking with ire.

Clarke let out a shaky breath. She walked a couple meters when she reached the wall, sliding to the floor trembling. She knew it had to be done, still, it hurt. Even if she didn't love Finn, he was a good guy making the wrong decisions. When they first started dating there was a time in which she thought he could be the one. Now, she hated the fact she hadn't been able to help a person she once thought she loved. She braced her knees, counting in her head to calm herself. After what seem ages, she finally found the courage to face her friends. She knew no matter what they said, she would be dreading the feeling inside of her and putting on a fake smile the entire evening.

/

"I hate you," Lexa whispered harshly in Lincoln's ear, loud enough so he could hear her over the noise. He hugged her with one arm, gaining a smile in return. Lexa could never be mad at him, not really. They went further into the bar, searching for a table. Raven pointed to the bar and went ahead to get them some drinks. Lincoln grabbed Lexa's hand, going ahead and making space between people. Octavia followed them, eyeing curiously their interactions. The three of them found a table at the back, which they soon occupied.

"It's tequila night!" Lincoln was a little surprise on how fast the girl had gotten them drinks. Raven placed a bottle in the table, with a few empty glasses. It was clear she had already started drinking without them. Lincoln and Lexa exchanged a knowing look.

"We need lemons." Lincoln pushed himself off his stool, making his way through the crowd.

"A man on a mission, I like it," Octavia noted as soon as he was out of earshot.

"So Lexa, where did you get him?" Raven poured each a shot of tequila. Suddenly, she turned to look at Lexa with her eyes wide open. "Is he the walk of shame guy? 'Cause if he is, I'm telling you girl, there's nothing shameful in tapping that!"

Octavia burst out laughing, high-fiving Raven. Lexa had a feeling her friends had jumped into their own conclusions about her relationship with Lincoln. After hearing Raven, she really needed to set the record straight. She was about to clarify their mistake when an all too familiar blonde walked into the bar. Despite the massive amount of people, Clarke managed to stir Lexa's attention, drowning everyone around her.

"Clarke's here." She waved her over and Clarke put on a smile, Lexa was sure it was forced as much as her love for early mornings.

Both Clarke and Lincoln found their way to their table, at the same time.

"Don't ask," she groaned, sinking in the stool next to Lexa. The absence of Finn didn't go unnoticed by the brunette. Despite her slight concern for Clarke, she wasn't sure she could simply ask about him without raising suspicion from the rest of the table.

"In that case…" Not caring about his highjack seat, Lincoln pushed a glass to Clarke with a slice of lemon. The blonde look up at him, her face frowning upon seeing who was talking. The man pretended not to notice or simply didn't care.

"I'm Lincoln." He smiled. The blonde downed her shot, in an attempt to ease her mind and relax; of course the stranger would make it harder. "Clarke," she delivered curtly without sparing him a second glance.

The evening kept going and the group kept on drinking. By the time Octavia and Raven decided to hit the floor, only Lexa and Lincoln remained relatively sober, or at least it appeared they could hold their alcohol better than the other three.

"Lincoln, we gotta dance," Octavia slurred, got up and dragged him without giving him a chance to reject the offer. He looked at Lexa for help but she simply shrugged. "Don't look at me; you're the one that wanted to come."

"Ok, ladies. I'm gonna show those two how it's done." Raven took a swig straight from the bottle, going after the pair.

The two girls were left alone. To say it was awkward would be an understatement. Clarke had been ignoring Lexa throughout the evening, despite being seated next to each other. Every time the brunette had attempted to engage in a conversation, she had received curt, narrowing rude, answers. After a while, she had given up, turning to Raven instead. The latina was nearly drunk so Lexa amused herself with the girl's extreme excitement. Apparently building bombs was the sort of hobby Raven would turn to if she had the necessary items, while inebriated. Luckily for everyone at the bar, she didn't. When Lexa pointed out the possible casualties, Raven went into deep thought. Octavia's command to dance, snapped her out of it. So now, Lexa was fidgeting with a lemon, and gaining the courage to talk to Clarke again.

"Aren't you going to dance?"

As expected Clarke snapped her head, sending a deadly glare her way. "No," she retorted, angrily. Lexa chose to ignore the venom in her tone.

"Come on Clarke! We're supposed to be celebrating our win," she tried one more time.

"I'm here for Octavia, not you. I don't even know why you're here; you hate anything that resembles fun. But you should definitely go dance with your boyfriend, before he starts grinding against some other girl," Clarke spat, adding a malicious tone to her insinuation. Lexa cringed, completely taken aback by her words.

"Did I do something?" She wished her voice didn't tremble, she wished nothing Clarke said had any effect on her. But wishing and getting were two very different things and she had known for a while now, whatever Clarke said would drill into her mind. She was still trying to pinpoint the moment when Clarke Griffin had gone from friend's friend to girl who could tear my walls down.

Clarke huffed and downed another shot, choosing to ignore the nagging feeling in her chest. Two could play a game and Lexa could definitely play one which involved tequila. She grabbed the bottle, pouring herself one. She took a lemon licked it clean and downed her own. Clarke stared at her, furiously, following her actions, she took another. They kept at it. Fortunately, Raven came back, snatching the bottle from Clarke and placing it out her reach.

"Ok Princess, that's enough." The blonde didn't look happy to being cut off. She glared at Raven. "You're gonna tell me what the hell happened?"

Lexa should have seen it coming. She shouldn't have created a bond with them in the first place. She shouldn't have let herself be vulnerable around them, if only for a second. She should've just gone back to her dorm. Her injury as an excuse but the prospect of being around Clarke had won a lost battle, long before the game. Victory or not, Clarke was attending the game so she would do whatever the hell they had planned for afterwards. And now, a couple of words from the blond would set her straight.

"Well I don't know Raven. Maybe is the fact that I broke up with my alcoholic boyfriend. Or the fact that he insulted me. Or maybe, it has something to do with the fact that I wanted to drink with my best friends and bare my soul to them but I can't because they changed me for someone better." Her blood was boiling, for some reason her jealousy had turned into rage and now, she couldn't control her word vomit. Not even after seeing Raven's shocked face, nor the flash of pain that crossed Lexa's eyes. "Maybe I don't get why she's here. Why she's always here. And maybe I don't want to spill my truths to some stranger. I get that she's your roommate and Octavia's teammate. But I don't see the rest of the team here, nor my roommate hanging out with us, all the time. Maybe, I don't want her here. So, why are you here?"

Octavia and Lincoln arrived just in time to see a fleeing Lexa. Lincoln didn't think twice before going after her, leaving Octavia to untangled what happened.

/

He found her a couple of blocks down the street. He was beginning to get worry when a shadow caught his eye. Lexa had found refuge on an emergency staircase of some building. She was sobbing, holding her knees to her chest and trembling. Lincoln sat down next to her, bringing her closer with his arm. She shifted, her tears spilling all over his shirt and her head resting under the crook of his neck.

"I got you kid. I got you," he mumbled, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

Lexa's mind was racing. She kept hearing Clarke's words over and over again. Maybe I don't want her here. Why are you here? She did her best to rationalize her actions, to defend her. She was drunk. She had just broken up with her boyfriend. She was tired. She hated her. The pang she felt in her chest, ripped across her body. Finally, Lincoln's voice got to her, at first it sounded muffled, the ringing in her eyes distorting his words. When he finally got across her brain, she began composing herself.

/

"What the fuck Clarke?" Raven hissed. Octavia looked shock at Raven's reaction. Out of the three of them the latina was definitely the composed one, the least likely to explode. "Why the hell did you lashed out on Lexa? I get that you're upset about Finn, but why the hell did you take it out on her?" The bartender was already eyeing them, ready to kick them out if the fight got any louder or physical. "Did you hear what you said to her? She's more than just my roommate. And I thought you considered her a friend."

Clarke stared at her; she was having trouble catching up with the situation. Her brain was in a daze, as if waking from a dream. She wasn't completely sure but, the feeling in her gut, told her she had just screwed up big time.

"I fucked up," she rushed out of the bar, suddenly feeling sober. She ran up the street, until she found Lexa holding tightly to Lincoln's chest. She ignored the feeling of jealousy.

"Lexa," she whispered tentatively. The brunette stiffened when Clarke spoke, Lincoln squeezed her arm encouraging her to look up. "Just say the word." She nodded, lifting her eyes from the ground. For a moment, Clarke's eyes roved her face, searching for a signal, but Lexa's expression was impassive. There was one thing Lexa had learned over the years, mostly to survive, so when her feelings were too much to handle, she hid them. Her mind would go elsewhere, avoiding the suffocation in her chest and the buzzing in her ears. Having Lincoln or Anya helped massively.

"I'm sorry." Now it was her turn to search Clarke's expression. Her blue eyes were gleaming under the lamppost light, blue and sincere as ever. She was cautious, careful in her approach.

Clarke's mind was rapidly catching up with what she had said. She felt disgusted with herself, knowing Lexa had nothing to do with her pain. At least not consciously, it was a spur of the moment. She was pissed at Finn, his words kept repeating over and over, when alcohol was added to the equation, she was doomed. At that moment she had become her ex-boyfriend, hating every second of it. Usually, a numbing feeling would overcome her body but generally Lexa wasn't seating next to her with her bright eyes and kind face. Today, not only was she there but she was with someone. A handsome man that made her laughed as if she didn't have a care in the world. A man that shared inside jokes related to lemons with her. A man that could come back, place a hand on her shoulder without making her flinch. A man Lexa thought she was safe with. A man Clarke was jealous of but too drunk, too blind, too stupid to notice. Now, she had to fix it without baring her heart and soul and losing her small progress in her friendship with the girl.

"I… I shouldn't have said any of that. I was drunk, which is no excuse. I don't know where it came from." Truth was she didn't. She had never felt her relationship with Octavia or Raven threatened by the brunette.

In that moment, Lincoln freed himself from Lexa's embrace, getting up and bringing the girl with him. He whispered something in her ear. Lexa nodded, her eyes never leaving Clarke. He brushed past the blonde. "Fix this."

"The truth is, I was angry and you were caught in the crossfire. I broke up with Finn. He was an asshole about it. Said some things that really hurt me, but that's no excuse on what I said." She hugged her middle, nervous on what she was about to say next. She needed to fix this. "In my drunkenness, I got jealous of you, seeing you all happy with my friends, your perfect boyfriend, and your happiness. I lashed out at you because I was envious, I've never had what you have."

Clarke waited for her to say something, anything. Only Lexa was trying to figure out, why she was so quick to forgive the blonde. She understood were she was coming from, she had felt that jealousy plenty of times before. Usually it would take more than a half-hearted apology, full of excuses for Lexa to relent. With Clarke, she simply hadn't the energy, and her mind was caught in a single detail. I broke up with Finn… really hurt me. Even though, she had resolved to forgive Clarke, her logical, sensible self, advised her not to. Her walls were up, tearing them down would take some effort.

"I understand. But you're too quick to jump to conclusions. Much like Octavia and Raven, for that matter. You have nothing to be jealous of. My life has been nothing but a continuous path of uncertainty. I don't mean to sound like a victim, because I'm not. But I won't let you think I had it easy. You have no idea. As for you, I didn't mean to become an intruder in your life. You don't have to worry about me. I'll stay out of your hair from now on," Lexa hissed, controlling her anger as best as possible.

She left and Clarke made no attempt to follow.