Chapter summary: There's more Clexa, a bit of Raven and Octavia, Clexa doing homework together and Clarke hates PE. Its a fun chapter.
A/N: The last chapter wasn't too good, so I hope this one makes up for that.
Starts on day 2, which is tuesday. Then Wednesday. We skip thursday and go on to Friday.
Tuesdays were exhausting, Lexa sighed as she stepped out of her front door and popped in her earphones. Not only did she have all three sciences today – exhausting enough on its own – but also soccer practice after school. And she probably wouldn't get to see Clarke today. She'd been walking for a little over a minute in silence when Lexa felt a tap on her shoulder from behind. She turned her neck, pulling out one earbud as she looked at the person behind her.
"Good morning." Clarke greeted before Lexa could say anything.
"Morning." Lexa replied as Clarke stepped next to her and they continued walking together.
A comfortable silence fell over and they continued to walk until almost reaching the school. Lexa pulled out her phone from her pocket for the first time all morning and unlocked the screen before opening the Tumblr app and scrolling through her dashboard before realizing there was nothing other than gray boxes. What a surprise.
"You have a Tumblr?" Clarke asked.
Lexa looked up from the screen at Clarke, locking it and sliding it back into her pocket. "Yeah." She nodded.
"The app sucks." Clarke said casually; realizing Lexa probably didn't want to give her URL. She nodded at Clarke as they continued walking in silence until reaching their lockers.
"Oh, is this one yours?" Lexa asked, nodding towards the locker above her's and looking at Clarke over the frame of her glasses. Lexa didn't know Clarke's one was the locker right above hers till right now. Lexa unlocked it, taking out her books and Clarke waited a couple of steps behind her; figuring it would probably be awkward trying to get her things out while Lexa was too.
"Yep." Clarke nodded although Lexa wasn't looking at her.
"I'll only be a minute."
"It's fine." Clarke said but she was already standing back up.
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Clarke didn't see Lexa again till the lesson right before lunch. When she walked into biology, the brunette was the last person she expected to see so it was a nice surprise knowing there was someone there that Clarke actually knew.
"On the back to the left." Mr. Jackson said once Clarke introduced herself. "Lexa doesn't have a lab partner yet so…" She nodded, walking away.
Lexa hadn't noticed Clarke until she was standing next to her, placing her bag on the floor. "Mr. Jackson says you don't have a lab partner," she sat down. "Now you do."
It was a long and boring lesson, but Lexa couldn't afford to zone out if she wanted a decent grade for this class. It wasn't difficult; not really, she just found it insanely boring. She kept quiet, as always, taking notes and doing her best to pay attention. Clarke on the other hand seemed to be good at this. She seemed like one of those people who got on the teacher's radar straight away, but in a good way because they genuinely enjoyed the class and had something to say to everything they were asked. Lexa found it more than a little distracting. She couldn't help but glance over at the blonde every couple of minutes; her left elbow rested on the table and her head rested on her knuckles as her other hand held a pencil, occasionally writing. It was cute when Mr. Jackson asked her something she wasn't too sure about and went "Is it because…?" The little hint of hesitation and uncertainty in her voice wasn't something she associated with Clarke; so far, she seemed to be confident in herself and knew what she was doing.
"Homework before you all leave." Their teacher spoke a couple of minutes before the bell went off. "Presentations, next Tuesday." He paused, letting the chorus of groans die down before continuing. "You're all working in pairs – unless anyone doesn't want to." He waited a moment but no one spoke so Jackson continued. "Same thing for everyone: 2 minutes long PowerPoint on the circulatory system. It's not that big, so I think a week is more than enough-" He was cut off by the bell just as he was about to finish.
"You know you can join us right?" Clarke asked Lexa as they walked out of the classroom. "I'm meeting up with Raven and Octavia and you can't possibly tell me you have work to do even today."
Lexa hesitated, trying to think of an answer. "I don't…" She sighed reluctantly. "But I…" She didn't really have an excuse because whatever she said in her mind sounded like it could come off as her not wanting Clarke around and that was the last thing Lexa wanted her to think.
"If you don't want to, its fine." Clarke backtracked, noticing the uncertain look on Lexa's face. She had a feeling something was wrong, not really sure what but there had to be a reason behind Lexa spending almost all her time alone. It wasn't any of her business but Clarke couldn't help but wonder what it was. "What I meant was; you don't have to be on your own if you don't want to." She added, unsure of the words coming out of her mouth.
"Alright." Lexa nodded slowly, uncertain as to why she was agreeing to it.
She's not really sure what the two of them talked about as they walked down the hall towards their lockers but for the first time in a very long time, Lexa was able to hold a conversation with someone. She's not really sure how it happened (well, she may have an idea) because Lexa knew she was almost incapable of holding a conversation. It always felt like she was either saying more than necessary or she didn't have anything worth saying. And no one was listening to her most of the time anyways, so what's the point?
"Well, I'll be damned." Octavia started when she noticed Clarke walking over with Lexa. She was standing with her back against the locker next to Raven's who was still putting things in her locker. "Clarke actually managed to convince you that we were decent enough to hang out with."
Clarke rolled her eyes with a smile before adding sarcastically, "Yes, because the two of you are absolutely terrible."
Raven finally closed her locker and nodded to what Clarke had just said, faking seriousness.
It was easy holding a conversation with Raven and Octavia, Lexa didn't know what it was but there was something about them that made it easy to talk to them. Clarke was getting along more than just alright with them and Raven and Octavia seemed to like her just as much. Lexa was sitting next to Clarke and across from Octavia, with Raven next to her. It wasn't too long before she realized how Raven and Octavia's friendship worked; Raven always had something to say and Octavia always had a snarky/sarcastic remark to match.
"We have practice today right?" Octavia asked Lexa after a while.
"Yeah," Lexa nodded.
"How can you guys go to soccer practice after school? Like do you not get tired? Because I'm already wanting to pass out." Clarke asked.
"I know right?" Raven backed her up.
"I don't mind it." Lexa shrugged. And she didn't. It was a distraction mostly, kept her mind off of everything else. Whatever else was going on around her didn't matter because she couldn't really take her mind of the game.
"Yeah, its not that bad." Octavia added.
Clarke and Raven rolled their eyes almost simultaneously, and Lexa and Octavia shrugged in response.
"And the first game's next week so we kinda need all the practice we can get…but the school says two days a week after school is enough." Octavia told them.
"And Fridays during lunch." Lexa added.
"That's commitment." Raven said with a nod. "I don't even wanna be here the time I have to let alone four extra hours a week."
Clarke nodded, agreeing.
"You should come." Octavia spoke suddenly, getting strange looks from the others. "To the game on Tuesday." She explained, looking at Clarke. "Raven is, so you won't be alone. And you'll get to see this one play." She nodded towards Lexa, who shot her a look but Octavia only smiled.
"Yeah, okay."
"So we know what we're doing…right?" Clarke started as they both sat down at Lexa's usual desk at the library after school.
"I…don't think I do." Lexa replied, pulling out her laptop and books.
It was Wednesday and the two of them were just about to get started on the biology presentation. They would've started yesterday but Lexa had practice and Clarke was still unpacking. Neither of them really knew when they would get the chance to sit down together to work on it. Lexa figured once they got started and talked about it, they could work on it alone if needed to. She said she would be busy with football practice but didn't want Clarke to be doing most of the work, that wouldn't really be fair. So she was determined to get as much work done today as possible.
"Oh my god, you're worse than I am." Lexa joked after about half an hour with a smile as she watched Clarke try to balance her pencil on its eraser's tip. "Try and focus."
"But literally everything else is so much more interesting." Clarke groaned, letting the pencil drop on the table. "If I get myself to work, can we get this done today?"
"There's not much to do really." Lexa agreed. "So I think we can."
"Okay, I'm done messing around." Clarke sat up straight. "I really don't want this thing hanging around till like Monday."
Lexa was more fun to work with than Clarke would've thought. She wasn't all work like she thought. Lexa seemed…more relaxed somehow; she made jokes (bad ones), ones Clarke couldn't stop herself from laughing at. She seemed to have a hard time paying attention to the work – much like Clarke – for more than ten minutes at a time. Clarke was very much the same, only she got distracted more often and laughed at Lexa's bad jokes instead of making them.
"Wow, we're actually done." Lexa said about two hours later, leaning back against the chair and taking off her glasses before rubbing her eyes.
"That is impressive." Clarke ran a hand through her hair before leaning on the table which brought her slightly closer to Lexa without realizing it. "You got me to finish all the work, that's impressive." Her voice was low and deliberate, the hint of suggestion wasn't really meant to be there but Clarke went with it.
"I usually can't focus on biology for more than a couple of minutes at a time." Lexa told her uneasily with a half smile. "So this is kind of surprising."
"We should do this again some time." Clarke said before realizing what she could be saying. "Study together, I mean." Nice save, Clarke…not.
The next few days kind of passed pretty much like this. Lexa didn't mind spending time with Raven and Octavia (mostly because Clarke was around), they were nice and fun and it was easy to talk to them…well, mostly listen but the point is, they were nice enough to actually want Lexa around and she didn't really miss not spending her breaks alone. If Lexa didn't know any better, she'd say she and Clarke were getting along pretty well too. Talking to her wasn't as difficult as it was to talk to…well, literally anyone else. There was something about Clarke which made it…easy.
"Do you have gym today?" Clarke asked as she unlocked her locker.
"Yeah." Lexa nodded. "Why?"
"Third period?" She answered with another question.
"Yeah…"
"Good." Clarke turned around, noticing the questioning look on Lexa's face. "Because I do and I don't want to be alone…well, around people I don't know. Gym's bad enough as it is." She explained.
"You didn't know me until a few days ago."
"But I know you now."
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They hadn't seen each other till the third period, both of them having different classes. Why is running a thing and why do I have to do it? Clarke asked herself when they were told to warm up by running two laps around the gym. Lexa didn't seem to mind but she kept her pace slow in order to keep up with Clarke. As they finished the first lap, Clarke couldn't stop thinking about Lexa. There was a reason she told herself not to look over when Lexa was changing out of her t-shirt. In Clarke's opinion, Lexa was way too toned for an 18 year…but she wasn't complaining about it. And her abs were so on point…up until Clarke saw them, she didn't know how important soccer. Point is, Lexa was hot and Clarke knew the moment she admitted that to herself, she'd be a goner.
"How do you…keep up…?" Clarke asked, panting, hands on her knees, kneeling down once they finished running.
"It's not that bad." Lexa replied, completely unaffected by it.
"How are you not…dying?" She stood up straight, trying to control her breathing.
"I play on the school's soccer team…" Lexa reminded her. "Two laps are not really a big deal."
"You're insane."
It kind of just kept getting worse from there really. Dodge ball was a lot worse than running. And almost everyone else seemed to way better at it than Clarke was. Her only advantage was probably the fact that Lexa was on her team and she had already stopped more than a handful of balls from hitting Clarke.
She's not sure where the next one came from but before Clarke could make a move, she felt it colliding with her head and the impact threw her off her feet onto the floor. She fell back, trying to stop herself with her hands for that to only go terribly. Clarke hadn't noticed the awkward angle of her left hand until she landed and it sent a sharp pain shooting through her arm. It gave out from under her, and her back dropped on to the hard wood floor with a thud. "Fuck." She muttered loud enough for at least a few people to have heard when her head hit the floor. Lexa was next to her before she could bring herself to sit up.
"Clarke?" She asked slowly and Clarke hummed in response. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," She replied, sitting up straight. She brought up her hand to take a look. Trying to flex her wrist, Clarke couldn't help but drop another f-bomb, quieter this time.
"Come on." Lexa stood up, holding out her hand for Clarke.
She grabbed it and Lexa practically pulled her up before she could push herself off the floor.
About 20 minutes, a trip to the nurse's office and a sprained wrist later, Clarke was back in the changing room, standing next to Lexa. She was excused for the rest of the lesson, sitting on the sidelines and watching other people get hit with that damn rubber ball. And unable to stop thinking about how Lexa could so effortlessly pull her off the floor…? Like how much do you work out? She asked herself.
"You got your tattoo." Clarke noticed when she caught a glimpse of ink as they were changing.
"Yeah." Lexa said as she quickly pulled on a t-shirt, hoping Clarke didn't see what it said.
"Do you know who it is?" She asked before she could stop herself. "Sorry, that's none of my business." Did she like Lexa? Probab- no, she did, Clarke's only known her not even a week now but she knew she had a crush on Lexa. But this changed things. Clarke thought she probably had a chance with her, because why not? But knowing that Lexa already knew who she was meant to be with, it brought her confidence down a bit (a lot). Yes, high school relationships don't last, not for most people anyways, but her and Lexa were bound to not work because Lexa already knew who she was meant to work out with.
"No, it's fine." Lexa shook her head in response, "And yeah, I think I have an idea who it might be." She hated herself for that. Hated herself for letting her get her hopes up that it might be the blue eyed blonde standing next to her without a shirt on. Fucking hell.
"Do they kno-" Fuck. She stopped herself. "I'm overstepping, I'm sorry."
"It's fine." Lexa shook her head again. But she didn't answer, not really wanting to answer because she thought that might push Clarke away. Also because of the fact that there was a small part of her that still thought Clarke wasn't…Clarke, no matter how much she wanted her to be.
A/N: Also, moving to fast with the whole "I'm in love things" is a pet peeve of mine coz realistically, people don't fall enough that fast. So I'm trying to keep things slow with Clarke and Lexa but like at the same time, they ARE soulmates so like their attraction for each other is kinda on steroids compared to just someone else. ...if that makes any sense. Basically, if things feel like they're moving too fast, that's why, because of the who soulmate thing.
So thoughts on the chapter?
