27th September; Crush A Can Day

Clarke felt a finger poking her back, she continued to crush the empty cans on the floor without looking back while saying, "Go away, Lexa. I don't want to talk to you about your stupid sister." When she heard no response, she kicked the crushed can away and turned back.

"Stupid sister? That's a little harsh."

"Fuck off, Anya fucking Woods." Clarke looked at Anya as if the older blonde stole her favourite toy.

"Do you really hate me that much?" Anya asked while laughing, but Clarke turns around and continue crushing the empty cans.

"The question is, why do you hate me so much? Why are you always so mean to me?" Anya could've swore she saw Clarke's eyes turning glassy and she felt sorry and ashamed.

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't think that Abby would take that text seriously. I was pulling a prank on you. I'm sorry, okay? I don't hate you Clarke."

Clarke let the tears roll down her cheeks as she sat on the floor. Anya sighed, and sat in front of Clarke as she put the trash bag on the floor. She rubbed small circles on the younger blonde's back, surprised she didn't move away from her. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Then tell me why do you always say and do mean things to me? From the day we met in school, you broke my glasses and called me ugly. Whenever me, you and Lexa hang out, you always do mean things to me. You borrowed my phone saying you need to text your friend, but you changed all my contact names to fucking Game of Throne names. There were so many things you said about me that made my heart break. But this time, you texted my mum saying I'm smoking weed. You made her think I was really smoking weed and broke her trust for me. Sometimes I really hate you, Anya."

Anya was about to say something when Lexa called out for Clarke. Anya knew she was in big trouble because Clarke must have texted her.

"You're so dead, Anya Woods." Lexa pulled her older sister up by her ear but Anya stopped her, "Wait, wait! I just want to give Clarke something."

"I don't know why you're crushing cans, but a few of my friends were over at my place last night for some drinks. I have some empty cans, here. Go ahead and pretend they're me and crush them flat."

Lexa crouched down so that she is on the same level as Clarke, "Don't worry. I will teach this idiot a lesson. I love you, okay?" Lexa placed a kiss on her best friend's forehead before dragging Anya back into the house just down the street from Clarke's.

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"Anya, seriously?" Lexa removes a strand of hair from her face while looking at the older woman currently sat on the couch.

"What? I thought it wasn't a big deal..." Anya shrugged nonchalantly.

"Why didn't I ever tell you not to mess with Abby. I hate myself." Lexa sat next to Anya, "I know you like Clarke. But it's enough, Anya. I told you so many times that she isn't fond of anyone now. Why do you always have to make yourself look like a jerk in front of Clarke? I don't understand."

Anya lean on the couch holding her head. She didn't know what to say. To tell the truth or lie again to Lexa. When Lexa and Clarke were in Year 1 of college and Anya in Year 3, they met for the first time when Lexa brought Clarke along to the Woods sisters' lunch date. The younger Woods knew Anya took a liking to Clarke the first time they'd met, and she also knew Clarke was kind of fond of Anya. She just didn't know why Anya was always so mean to Clarke.

"You know I won't judge you, A. Let down your guards and let me in your little heavy heart, will you?" Lexa took Anya's hands down and made the older woman face her.

"I like Clarke, yes. And I'm insecure about it. I didn't think Clarke will return the feelings, so I keep being mean to her so that I could get her attention. And I know that text to Abby was fucked up and I'm fucked. I know. Lex, tell me how to fix this, please." For the first time, Lexa could see desperation in Anya's eyes. The confident, positive and composed Anya Woods never showed an ounce of desperation.

"Just go to her, apologise and tell her what you said to me. Don't try to be funny, An. Be serious. She'll forgive you." Lexa pulled Anya in for a hug before the older Woods left for Clarke's.

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When Anya arrived at Clarke's semi-detached, she wasn't at the lawn anymore, but the cans that Anya brought was all crushed. She walked towards the porch and knocked on the door. The door opened after three knocks, Abby behind the door.

"Hi, can I help you with anything?"

"I'm here to see Clarke." Anya said politely and even offered a smile. Abby offered one back before inviting Anya in.

"I don't think she's in the mood to see anyone, though."

"Can I just try at her door? If she won't talk to me I'll leave."

"Sure." Abby walked Anya to Clarke's room at the second floor and left Anya alone to talk to her daughter who is still angry at being grounded.

Anya knocked on the door, and she could sense Clarke's fury.

"I'm not hungry, mom!"

"It's me, Anya."

"Get lost, Anya. Don't make me go out there and shove you out of the house. I might just push you down the stairs and kill you."

Anya sighed, "Please, Clarke. I promise that I'll leave if you want me to after I said my piece and never appear in front of you again."

Anya could hear footsteps approaching and seconds later the door was opened. Clarke's blonde hair was resting on her shoulders and she was in her pyjamas although it was mid day.

"What? You have five minutes." Clarke leaned against the door frame.

"That's enough." Anya smiled and let out the breath she didn't know that she was holding all along. "You asked why I was always so mean to you. Well, the truth is, I'm fond of you the first day you joined Lex and I for lunch. I mean I really do like you. As in I have romantic feelings for you. I was mean to you because I thought that you'd think if I'm nice to you, I could be nice to everyone and anyone, then you wouldn't feel special. I was mean to only you because I want your attention. Remember I always told Lex that I want to walk you home so that I can be mean to you for awhile more and that I love it when you're angry and looks like an angry bird? I really did want to walk you home. I love walking you home and see your reach home safely, knowing you'd be out of danger. I'm sorry you thought I hated you. But in all honesty, I love you. I'm really sorry, C."

"Dumbass. Why can't you just tell me that you like me? I hated you so much."

"You're beautiful, Clarke. You were never once ugly to me." Anya stepped closer to Clarke, "Can I hug you?"

Clarke tip toed and hugged Anya tightly for a few moments. The shorter woman pulled away and kissed Anya on her cheeks.

Anya put her hand over the spot that Clarke kissed, "What does this mean?" The slightest shade of pink appeared on Anya's cheeks.

"It means I like you too." Clarke wanted to walk back into her room but Anya managed to grab her by her arm.

"Does that mean you're my girlfriend?"

"Only if you promise not to be mean to me anymore."

"I promise!" Anya answered in less than a second and was jumping up and down like a little girl who got Barbie as a birthday present.

Clarke led Anya into her room and both immediately cuddle each other on the bed. Anya never thought Clarke would be in her arms. She thought it was all over when Clarke had her outburst earlier in the morning. She occasionally placed kisses on the top of Clarke's head and the younger blonde would place butterfly kisses on Anya's neck.

Anya tightened her embrace around Clarke's waist as she broke the silence, "I still want to know why you were crushing cans earlier, though."

Clarke laughed, remembering how she pretended all the cans were Anya and crushed them flat, "It's Crush a Can day, dumbass."