I'm sorry about this late update and short too. It's not the best way to start a story but it's the first multichapter and it gets me nervous. I'm already writting the third chapter which hopefully will get more action than this. But I hope you still enjoy this.
Two: But this is gonna take me down.
He looked even better in the sunlight. His face was beautiful, she had no words to describe him but she could totally see why she would go home with him last night. His curls where loose like they were this morning, barely tamed and falling on his eyes, covered by his round glasses. His white long sleeved shirt hugged his torso perfectly and she could see his strong forearms flex amazingly with this rolled up sleeves.
He started walking towards her and she hoped that she didn't had a star struck look on her face.
"You left your purse at my place last night" he said in deep low voice and Clarke thought that maybe there was a pool in her panties right now. She couldn't understand what was happening right now.
She had never been this way before and now she was just practically drooling over some stranger, a very hot stranger, whom she did not remember. She needed to control her hormones. Especially since she would not be seeing him again after today.
She smiled shyly at him and went to grab the purse, she hadn't say anything to him yet, she tried to but her words were failing to her. Like what the actual fuck?
He moved one step away from her smirking when she stopped suddenly. Was he playing with her?
"You left so quickly this morning and there I was thinking that we had a nice time last night" she could hear the mockery on his voice and suddenly she wanted to punch him in the face. He was definitely making fun of her and she did not like that.
"I was in a hurry" she said with her tone flat, she was trying to decide whether was he would look hotter with a black eye or not. "And maybe last night was not that good, I mean I don't remember anything"
He was still smirking and here she was, hoping to get a jab at his ego by saying that he sucked at sex, which even if she didn't remember she highly doubt it.
He walked towards her once again and tucked a loose curl behind her ear, while smoothly placed the purse on her hand and whispered into her ear "Well princess, I'll have to do it better next time" He took a few steps back and watched as her blush covered her face.
She was about to answer when she heard Octavia's voice behind her, apparently calling to jerk standing in front of her.
"Bell! Thank God you made it on time" the girl said, smiling sweaty at him and she got a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. Did she sleep with a guy with a girlfriend? That was a line she had promised herself never to cross.
He smirked at her slowly and she huffed, he was so handsome but she was refusing to acknowledge it, especially now that he may or may not have a girlfriend. "Thank you for the purse, I appreciate it" She said taking advantage of a moment of distraction and taking the purse away from his hand.
She walked back to the building, turning her way a little bit when she was almost inside of the building feeling a tug on her stomach when she saw the hug he shared with Octavia, denying to herself that she could be jealous.
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She was exhausted when she got home, it had been a difficult day at the office and to that she had to add the super hungover that she had and also that weird feeling that wouldn't leave her after she saw him.
She poured a big glass of white wine, even if she knew that it was a mistake to do this again, and sat on her couch. She plugged her phone to its charger and started to zip on her wine when the phone turned on and it flowed with notifications.
Texts, calls, even Facebook notifications swamped her phone. She dreaded to actually go through them but it was necessary, since some of them may be important.
There were a few from her mom, some from Raven asking about Mr. Freckled Face from last night. However she had more than 10 texts and 5 missed calls from Lexa. She stared at the phone before actually opening any of them her heart felt literally on her throat.
Breath in, breath out. She told herself, over and over again. Breath in, breath out.
She broke up with me. Read the first text, so it's another text talking about the latest conquest. Clarke thought bitterly to herself. She thought about ignoring them, there was no need to actually answer the text, Lexa knew what day the day before was and she decided only to text about Anya or whoever the girl of the week was.
She decided to delete the rest of them without even reading them. Something had changed and she decided that she was not going to let anyone, not even her so called best friend, to make her feel like the second option.
But then, the guilt came. Maybe Lexa was hurt, maybe she needed her. Maybe Clarke was the insensitive one, just because her best friend forgot the anniversary of her father's death didn't mean that she was a bad person, that she wasn't suffering.
She felt a knot on her throat and a void in her stomache. She hated this feeling, the feeling of not knowing. So she walked to her phone and called Lexa, Clarke convinced herself that she needed her and that she needed to be next to her best friend. But she never picked up.
Clarke tried to call her at least four times but Lexa never answered.
She was already in bed, her phone on her nightstand waiting for a reply to one of the dozens of texts she sent when her phon dinged with a text message, she was rather dissapointed when she saw that it was from a number she did not recognize and not Lexa's.
It was great seeing you again today, even if you ran away... again. Good night Princess.
Sorry about the delay again, let me know what you think.