Chapter 3:

I hadn't slept in thirty-six hours. That's how long we talked for, so when I hit the bed that night, I was beyond grateful. Lexa had left...she wasn't happy, but she wasn't angry either. I think frustrated is the right word. Bellamy had been just as tired as me when he joined the conversation. He wasn't close minded, but the idea didn't seem to sit well with him.

I'm not sure why I even brought it up. It probably wasn't my finest moment, but I really liked both of them, and right now, it wasn't off the table. That's more than I ever thought would happen. Well, I never thought this would happen outside of this one threesome fantasy I've had for a while, but yeah. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't at least a little hopeful.

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The alarm went off. Seven in the morning. I covered my face with a pillow, groaning. I had a class today, and my job. Monday, the worst day of the week.

I heard a knock on my door before it opened. Bellamy grinned, back from his morning run, sweaty, with his tank top soaking in sweat, clinging to him just tight enough. What? The guy is hot...nice muscles.

He hit the snooze button. "Come on Clarke, if you don't get up I'm driving on without you."

I huffed from under the pillow, "But it's so bloody early."

He laughed, "I got up at five."

I threw said pillow right at his face, and of course he caught it. "We're not all fitness maniacs."

He shrugged, chucking the pillow on the bed. "I dunno, you're pretty fit Clarke, I mean you've got stamina...and your muscles ripple beautifully when I-"

That's when I shot up and slapped his arm. "God, is this what's gonna happen now?"

He sat next to me. "Yeah, sex bragging rights."

I smirked, "So I get to talk about how large your-"

This time he cut me off. "Yes, but shut up."

I couldn't help my grin, "We're both terrible people."

He smiled right back. "Yeah, but the love is there."

"Aww," I gave what Bel described as my 'cute face'. "You're giving me a toothache."

He rolled his eyes, "I get it, you're cute too, you sarcastic brat."

I grabbed him then for a hug. "God Bel, you're so sweaty."

He pulled me in tighter, "Yeah well, you can always shower with me."

I shook my head, pulling back slightly to look at him, "Maybe later, when this mess is sorted."

His mouth went slightly agape. "I was joking, but I won't say no."

I kissed him on the cheek, "Neither would I."

The rest of that morning should have been awkward, but it wasn't. We just went right back to normal, we were always comfortable like that. He drove me to class, and before you ask, yes I have a drivers license, but like we share an apartment, we also share a car. Bel is the better driver. He wants to be a professional race car driver, he's won some local competitions on the track, but nothing big.

Actually that's not completely true, he wanted to be a professional driver. He's a mechanic, and he still drives local tournaments. The bright side, whenever the car breaks, he fixes it. Once I called him a 'fix-it elf'. He tackled me in a bear hug, taking us both down, landing on coach. It hurt, but we were both laughing, so it was cool.

I was about to leave, before I kissed his cheek. "I'll see you later."

He scratched behind his head, before deciding to kiss the back of my hand. A true gentleman. "Yeah, I'll see you tonight."

I got out of the car, and he drove off.

University was annoying, but it was my last year. Yeah, I had decided it was a bright idea to do a Master's degree right after my B.A. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but hey, it's not that bad. I'll just never do a degree again.

I walked to the weirdest part of uni, where it was literally the only building behind a car park, twenty minute walk away from anything. Yes, half my classes were in this building.

I opened the door, to find Lexa leaning against the wall. I forgot to mention, she's in most of my classes, we're taking the same course. I know, fun. She looked up from her book and smiled weakly at me. Okay, maybe I was being a little harsh.

I jogged up to her, smiling just as hesitantly. "Hey."

She opened her mouth to speak, before closing it, only to open it again. Her face a mask, but I knew she was hurting. "Um, hi. I, I can walk you to class."

I took her hand then, "Yes you can."

We went to class. It was boring, all about how great this old 1920s silent film was. It was alright, but wasn't half as interesting Metropolis, an actual great silent film from that era.

Lexa snorted slightly, and took out a piece of paper, scribbling on it. I can't believe this guy, he's already talked for an hour.

I glanced down, grinning. I know, I still can't understand how this class is compulsory.

Lexa bit her lip. Yeah, well, we've gotta be tortured by this bull.

I couldn't help my smile widening. And we're paying for it too.

Lexa looked up, only to write faster. We've got two more hours of this stuff.

I moaned. Don't remind me.

By the end of the class, I was giggling with Lexa, as we mocked our teacher. Yes, we even drew a shitty stick figure of him with terrible hair, thick glasses, being eaten by a shark. Yes it's a piss poor attempt at comedy, but we were snorting a little too loudly by the end of class. Of course we threw it in the bin immediately, we did need to get suspended by a stupid drawing.

I held out my hand, and Lexa took it. We walked fast, just to escape that stupid room. Lexa smiled, as we broke for a run down the hallway.

When we got to the door, she looked down to me. "How are you getting to work?"

I paused, averting my eyes. "I was going to take a bus."

Lexa frowned, "You don't have to, I can drive you like normal. It'll only take me ten minutes, and besides, who wanted to wait thirty minutes for some old bus."

I shouldn't of hesitated, but I couldn't help it. "Alright. If it's not a problem."

Lexa smiled sadly, "It's never a problem."

The drive was long and quiet. At least that's what it felt like. When she parked at the corner, I pulled her in for a hug, she stiffened. I felt like I was clinging to a statue, before her arms wrapped around me.

Her face buried into my hair, "I missed this. I swear, I'm not going to fuck up again. I know I...but won't, I can't."

I think I almost cried. No, I'm not being dramatic, but I could feel my eyes watering. I forgot just how much she was hurting, even if it was obvious.

"I know...but we've still got to talk, a lot."

I pulled back, kissing her right then, long and hard. She held me, and for a moment, I remembered about the first time I'd taken her into my arms. The moment her lips captured mine, and I melted.

She could tell the change, because she didn't hesitate to tighten her hold, or push her tongue past my lips. I loved it, maybe a little too much. Before long, I pulled back to catch my breath. I looked at my watch, I had to leave, great. I really, really wanted to stay.

I looked up to her, to see the hunger in her eyes. "I've got to go."

She nodded, "I know, if you want, I'll pick you up tonight."

I bit the inside of my cheek, "Yeah, I'd like that."

She smiled, a softness spilling in her gaze. "Awesome."

When I left, I pulled out my mobile, texting. Hey Bel, Lexa is picking me up tonight, don't worry.

I felt it buzz back a few minutes later. Cool, I'll see you later.

I walked into a cafe, standing behind the counter. Oh, I guess I should have explained, I'm a barista. It's a pretty good job, and I work with Octavia. I know, shocking. She's the best waitress you'll ever have serve you, I'm not joking, somehow she's awesome.

I was trying to give my A game today, but my head was lost in the clouds, I couldn't stop thinking about Lexa. I mean, I'd be seeing her tonight, and…and it's not much of a reason. But I've pissed been at her for days, and I think I deserved to be happy to see my girlfriend for a change.

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