TO OCTAVIA: Meet me at my place tonight. Don't bring Clarke, we need to talk.
TO RAVEN: Np, be there around 7, what's going on?
TO OCTAVIA: Lexa just made me meet her for lunch.
TO RAVEN: Fuck her.
TO RAVEN: Fine, I'll be there.
Raven made her way back to her office. Upon arriving she checked her email, noticing an urgent message from Indra she opened it.
TO OCTAVIA: You won't fucking believe it... Lexa has me reporting to her again...
TO RAVEN: I'll bring the vodka.
As her day was coming to a close, Raven deleted the email she had written, deleted and re-written multiple times, finally deciding to sleep on it before sending. Raven was making her way home as her cell phone rang. Realizing it was Clarke she quickly answered as to not cause suspicion.
"Hey babe!"
"Hi Rae, What's the plan for tonight? Matt has to work late and since its Friday I know you'll want a drink."
"Ahh, sorry, can't tonight. I already made plans, but tomorrow for sure. Brunch as usual?"
"Sure, no problem. Hope she's hot enough to ditch your best friend!" Clarke said jokingly.
"Well we all know I draw in the finest ladies! Hey, I gotta go babes. Love you! I'll text you tonight."
"Ugh, okay. Bye Rae, love you too."
Raven made her way into her apartment, picking up as she went to ensure she wouldn't have a housekeeping conversation with Octavia as well. She poured a drink and made herself comfy on the couch, trying to relax from the emotional day. Sometime later a fuming brunette stormed through her door. Clearly a little intoxicated.
"Tell me what that bitch wanted."
"She asked how Clarke was. I'm assuming she saw the magazine which prompted her questions..."
"And... You didn't actually talk to her did you?" "She's been back for 4 months and she just now tried to talk to you, let alone any of us."
"She apologized O... She cried in front of me. I don't know what happened, or why it happened, and trust me, I'm just as mad as you are at her... It's just, she's not the same person anymore, O... You can tell she has some demons she hiding."
"Demons or not, she left, she broke Clarke's heart, and now, after being back in the states for four months she wants to apologize? For what? She wasn't here Rae, she didn't have to take Clarke to the hospital for alcohol poisoning, she didn't have to sit up with her during her hysterical crying for months all of which was due to Lexa's selfishness. She left. As far as I'm concerned... She's dead to me." "Wait… She cried…? Really..?"
"Okay... I understand. I just... Part of me wants her back O. I miss her. And I know as much as you hate her, you miss her too. She was family O..." "And yes, really.. Like sobs… It was hard to watch, but she left as soon as she started."
"Well, family can still break your heart."
Lexa got back to the apartment earlier than planned. She picked up sushi on the way home in hopes of stuffing Anya with enough food to avoid having any conversations with her. Much to her luck she arrived back before Anya returned from her job so she could finish up some work and rid her eyes of puffy redness from crying. Anya came through shortly after, clearly surprised at seeing Lexa home so early. Generally, Lexa left before Anya woke up and arrived home after she went to sleep.
"Hey, you're home early? What happened with your presentation?"
"I pushed it to tomorrow, figured you'd enjoy some sushi and had some work I could finish from home." Lexa said, clearly avoiding any mention of her conversation with Raven.
"Oh cool! You do know the way to my heart." Anya didn't question her further; instead she put away her things and joined Lexa at the table.
That sat in comfortable silence for a while until the interrogation began.
"So… talk, I know you saw the magazine. The one with Clarke and the gallery guy."
"I did. And?"
"And... You're clearly avoiding talking about it... Why have you never told her Alex? She deserves to know."
"That would put her in danger. Plus, I already lost her, there's no going back from what I had to do."
"Lexa, we both know you've never stopped loving Clarke. You two were it, you are it. She's your one... Maybe-"
"Loving her is what nearly got her killed Anya! Enough of this! You know exactly why I left! Why I HAD to leave!" Lexa would not let her mask drop again. Not with Anya. "I'm done with this conversation. And get that fucking magazine out of here. Now!" And with that Lexa retired to her room to let the anger and sadness subside in a stream of tears.
Anya picked up the magazine who's cover headline read 'Artist Clarke Griffin seen sporting new bling from fiancé Matthew Roberts just 1 year after break up with billionaire Lexa Woods' Anya took the magazine to the trash and silently left the apartment knowing Lexa would want her space tonight.