Don't You Go (Part 4)
Not long into the party, Lexa was left to sit alone. She had originally been keeping company with Clarke who had seemed to not want to be anywhere near the celebration either. That was until her friend Bellamy showed up with a group of friends and several cases of alcohol.
She had flown at him with a huge hug and he had hugged her back just as passionately before they'd gotten to talking animatedly. It was the most Lexa had seen Clarke smile the whole three hours she'd known her. But, if she was honest with herself, she was a little jealous at the chemistry the two managed to have.
Lexa sat on the couch in the living room, her legs covered by a blanket and another cup of whiskey between her hands. It was her third one and she was feeling the pleasant, warm buzz from the alcohol. She rested her head against the back of the couch and closed her eyes.
Some genius had thought it a good idea to turn on the TV stereo and surround sound with heavy bass music. It was beginning to make her head pound. Lexa sighed, she hated parties, and ever since the last hurricane party Anya had thrown, she hated them even more.
She'd had a fear of thunderstorms her entire life. Why she had decided to move to Florida for college from her comfortable middle-of-nowhere Montana mountain home for this place she would never really understand. There was too much noise and too many people. The traffic was horrible and it took her thirty minutes to get somewhere that was less than 10 miles away if she wanted to drive.
What you do for love, she sighed and opened her eyes. She didn't want to go there, not now. At one point, Lexa had been happy living in Florida. She'd moved here because her girlfriend had asked her to nearly three years ago. It had been worth it for a short while, until they weren't together anymore. But that was something Lexa didn't want—or like—to think about.
The couch dipped next to her and Lexa opened her eyes, sitting her head up to find Clarke sitting next to her. She had the same glass Lexa had given her from before, but the whiskey was replaced with some dark red liquid that must have been wine. The blonde looked irritated and leaned into the brunette's personal space.
"Want to get out of here?" She asked, her voice laced with annoyance. Her words slurred slightly from the amount of alcohol she had consumed.
Lexa raised an eyebrow, "Where do you want to go?" the suggestion came as a shock. Normally when someone asked to leave a party with a near stranger it meant they wanted to actually get out of there to go somewhere much more private for reasons Lexa really didn't care for. But, based off the way Clarke was acting, Lexa assumed it was because she had gotten into an argument with one of her friends and just needed to get away.
"I don't know. Just not here. Want to go back to my apartment?"
Restraining a laugh at the way this conversation was going, Lexa smiled, "Sure, but if you haven't noticed there's a hurricane going on outside. I don't think it's really safe for us to be driving right now. Besides, we've both been drinking too."
With a huff and a pout that Lexa reluctantly found adorable, Clarke crossed her arms like a child, "But I don't want to be here."
Lexa stood and extended her hand, "Fine, we can go up to my bedroom."
Clarke took her hand and pulled herself up from the couch, "I don't normally enter a girl's bedroom until the third date. But I'll make an exception."
The close proximity of her body and the sparkle in her eyes made Lexa's body respond in a way she hadn't felt in a while. Her face flushed and she stuttered over a response before shaking her head, thoroughly embarrassed. She yanked Clarke's hand and guided her through unfamiliar faces and bodies who didn't pay the two of them much mind.
More people had showed up in the hour since the party had officially started. The hurricane was pretty mild, but it was only day one. Meteorologists suggested that the rain would begin to pick up nearer to the eye of the storm. The outermost regions were mostly winds and ominous clouds but Amara was supposed to last for several days because it was so massive.
Once the duo made it to the stairs, the crowd thinned out. When they finally reached the second floor the thump of the music was a quieter, hollow vibration underneath their feet. After Lexa's bedroom door closed the only thing that could be felt was the heavy vibrations and the muffled voice of the rapper or singer.
The effects this had on Lexa's headache was welcomed as she settled herself down on the edge of her bed. The curtains were closed over the far wall window and cast the bedroom into a heavy twilight. Lexa liked her room cool so the overhead fan was constantly on high speed.
From what Clarke could barely see the room was an organized mess, if that made sense. Everything seemed to be in a place they belonged, but there were so many things that it was slightly cluttered. Mostly, there were books and notebooks, a leather shoulder bag was flung over a chair nestled near the window and there were a couple of items of clothing flung on the floor.
The TV set glowed with a Netflix notification, asking if the viewer was still watching Friends and if they would like to continue doing so. Clarke giggled, though still stood awkwardly in front of the door, "Were you watching something?"
Lexa sighed and nodded, grabbing the remote, "I'll turn it off."
"No!" Clarke protested, a little too quickly, "We can watch it. I don't really want to be downstairs right now."
"Oh," the brunette frowned and set the remote down on the bed. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Clarke thought about it for a second, but decided that Lexa didn't need to hear about her personal drama. She hadn't even known Anya's friend for more than a couple of hours so it wasn't fair to dump her problems on her. "No, it's okay. Can we just mindlessly watch Phoebe sing Smelly Cat?"
Lexa nodded and scooted over on the bed, patting the spot next to her. "Season 2 Episode 6 coming right up." She paused after a second, blushing when she realized what she had just said. It seemed ever so slightly obsessive and she didn't want Clarke to think that she didn't have a life, even though that was exactly what it was.
"You know the episode exactly?" Clarke raised an eyebrow, her eyes shining with mirth and a small smirk on her lips.
Clearing her throat, Lexa kept her eyes trained on the television screen, though she could feel the blonde's on her. She hardly paid attention to her manipulation of the remote to pull up the episode, fully conscious of the girl's eyes on her. Once the episode began she felt those blue eyes turn away and relaxed considerably.
Clarke laid next to her, two of the half a dozen pillows and throw pillows behind her back. Her arms were crossed over her chest and Lexa couldn't help but continuously sneak glances at her. Partially because she was curious about what ailed the blonde, but also because she was enthralled by her looks.
The changing colors of the screen lit up her eyes with different, hypnotizing blue. Shadows highlighted the angles of her face and Lexa was utterly enraptured. The blonde's pale skin glowed and Lexa's eyes trailed down to the outfit she was wearing. It was frumpy and relaxed, but she was one of those girls that made looking comfortable look hot.
Her arms were crossed over her chest and Lexa's eyes roamed all of the way down. She didn't realize she was staring unabashedly until green eyes connected with amused blue ones. She cleared her throat and her face flushed incredibly hot. Hotter than ever before.
"Sorry," she muttered and turned away quickly, her heart jumping in her chest.
Clarke laughed a husky laugh and sipped her wine, "Don't worry about it."
Lexa decided it was better not to reply and shut her eyes, God, I am an idiot. She was finding herself unintentionally attracted to this woman and making a complete fool of herself. It was only physical attraction, obviously, and it didn't mean anything more than that. The brunette didn't have any idea what to do anymore, it was hard to remember what hitting on a girl was like.
It wasn't like she actually wanted to go out with Clarke—God, she was getting ahead of herself. She ran a hand over her face and shook her head, trying to focus her attention back on the television show. She crossed her arms over her chest after wrapping herself in her fuzzy blanket, moving away from Clarke.
This is going to be a long night.
A/N: Hello, lovely readers! I hope you liked that chapter and this double update because there will probably never be another moment like this one. Ever. I pumped out another chapter whilst avoiding writing my final research paper for Comp and decided I'd update while I had the chance. School sucks and all of my finals seem to be on the same day. Hopefully you guys will review/PM/Favorite/Follow this if you do like it! I would love to read people's thoughts on what they think will happen next!
PS: I know this is kind of short, but the next couple of chapters will be longer. I promise. I'm getting warmed up. Category 4 hurricanes can last for more than a week ;)
~Nina