"Take this, Clarke. I can't do it because my back." Clarke mimicked Annie with an annoying, and high pitched voice. Raven glowered disapprovingly though her attitude was still playful. She was holding a projector in one hand and a chair in the other.

They were both preparing for Clarke's performance tonight. Raven volunteered to do their tech, so they could have more complicated lighting than just the standard setting. She was helping Clarke move their prop and tech from one space to the other. They had changed their space last minute, which frustrated the hell out of publication. Now they had to warn the audience, last minute, that their venue had changed.

When they passed the basketball court, where Octavia sat, Raven sighed. Octavia threw a meager wave their way but did not stand up to greet them properly.

"She's still a little awkward after that whole thing with Bellamy?" Clarke shrugged and stared ahead.

"I think I might've hurt her feelings by not talking to her about it. I thought I was doing the right thing, keeping her out of that business." Raven nodded and started walking Marlowe studio.

"We're your best friends, I think she feels like the hierarchy, which is normally equal between us, is out of balance, when you talked to me and not her. Possessiveness and jealousy, are not uncommon when it comes to Octavia."

"This is her brother, it would've been hard for her." Raven nodded and looked at Clarke hesitantly. Bellamy had been avoiding their table during lunch after his conversation with Clarke transpired.

"It doesn't help, that Bellamy doesn't sit with us anymore either." Raven voiced.

"It's only been a few days, give him time." Raven nodded again. "And even if he doesn't," Clarke stopped in her tracks. "It's been a year Rae. A whole year and I am tired. It doesn't excuse what I did, and how dishonest I've been, but-" She trailed off. "I'll admit before I was afraid I would look like the bad guy because in truth, I was. I was also afraid of confronting Bellamy, he isn't exactly innocent in this." Raven looked at her pointedly.

"Of course, he's not."

"Is it so hard to understand that, after a year of unwanted advances, catcalls, insults, and basically dealing with his shit, I just want to move on? I'm so emotionally tired Rae. I realize this might seem rushed, but It's not. I'm over it. That doesn't mean I'm forgetting everything, but I would like to be able to be civil-"

"I know Clarke." Raven muttered and the blonde glanced at her. They had had this conversation before. They had had it several times before both Lexa and Raven were able to convince Clarke to talk to him. The blonde hated confrontations, it wasn't a fault she liked to admit, but it was a fault she possessed nevertheless.

They continued walking though Raven's chair did not make it an easy ride. It was hard enough to carry a chair with one hand in this position, throw a prosthetic leg in the mix, and that task becomes close to impossible. Each slip of balance, contributed to Clarke's anguish, but she disallowed herself from reaching out. They had established a long time ago, that was not something Raven appreciated. If she couldn't do something, she would say so.

When they passed Auditorium D in Marlowe, Clarke stared at Lexa who was waiting for her lecture to start. She smiled and slowed her pace a little. As if Lexa had felt Clarke's gaze burn into her skin, she looked up and found Clarke's eyes. They shared a heartfelt smile and a fleeting glance before Lexa entered the auditorium with the rest of the music majors.

"You two have gotten more comfortable with each other." Raven noted and Clarke nodded, still savoring the glowing warmth Lexa had left her with. Raven stepped in front of Clarke and she shuffled her feet. "I know you basically got outed and that must've been hard, but considering how you two were in the beginning, and then seeing how you are now, I want to say that I'm proud of you." Clarke smiled but didn't feel right accepting Raven's kindness. She hadn't actually been outed and considering Raven was pansexual, Clarke didn't feel justified in receiving any kind of solidarity or empathy. She felt like she was insulting her friends and her community.

"Yeah." Clarke could only breathe out.

"I'm just saying if you want to talk, I'm here. I've been here." Clarke nodded. She wouldn't do that, she wouldn't violate Raven's trust more by making up struggles, she didn't have. In truth, she didn't label herself, that was her only struggle.

"That'd be nice." Clarke smiled, she wanted to show Raven she was thankful, even though she didn't deserve any of the things Raven was giving her.

"You know, It's funny. When I first met you, my gaydar kind of went off." Clarke hummed curiously. She looked up with slotted eyes and silently asked Raven to continue. "I let it go cause, I never saw you with girls- then again I never saw you with anyone, besides Bellamy and a handful of hookups." Clarke nodded.

"I never said I was straight." This was true. The fact of the matter was, Clarke never really considered herself to be anything. She liked people. Period.

"This is the first time I've seen you like this with someone." Raven paused and looked at Clarke intensely, "You really like her, don't you?" Clarke was surprised by the question. Had she been faking it that well, that she fooled Raven of all people? The brunette could read anyone without batting an eye. She was like a living lie detector.

"She's the real deal." The words crawled out of her mouth, without her permission, and she couldn't take them back. Raven looked at her carefully, she noticed Clarke's fearful expression, as if the blonde had just revealed a life-sized secret. She decided not to press the matter.

"Come on, lover girl." Raven smirked. Clarke glanced at her playfully.


After finally getting everything up and running, testing all the tech, going through the lighting and the rehearsing the sequence, they were ready. They had an hour left. Annie and Suzanna had gone for water and energy bars, but Clarke couldn't stomach anything at this point. They too had to go on soon, and she still needed Octavia to do her make-up. She just wanted to do it now. Get it over with.

Looking into the mirror, Clarke tried to regulate her breathing. Such a contradiction, a performer with stage fright. She snorted, shuffling her hands through her hair. The creak of the door broke her focus.

"Hey you." Lexa murmured when she knocked on Clarke's dressing room door.

"Hey? You're here?" Clarke didn't mean to make Lexa feel unwelcome. When she spotted the brunette pacing back, she cleared her throat and quickly added, "I mean you're here for the performance? Or did you just want something?" She muttered that last sentence so slowly she wondered whether it came out at all. Clarke closed her eyes, feeling embarrassed by how insecure and awkward she sounded.

Clarke never invited Lexa to her performance, she never dared to ask the brunette. The mere thought of a snarky remark and dismissal in return sparked her anxiety and prompted her to avoid that conversation.

Lexa looked at her bemused but frowned. "Of course. I wouldn't miss it for the world." Lexa waved her ticket in the air and Clarke raised her eyebrows. She probably bought it from 'front of house'.

"Really?" The word slithered from her lips before she could grasp the syllables and keep them at bay. Lexa chuckled a rare sight.

"What kind of girlfriend would I be, if I didn't attend the single, most vital evening of your term?" She smirked and sat down in the chair next to her. Clarke looked at Lexa, her expression deflated as she swallowed the brunette's words. Right, what would people think?

"I guess it would be weird if people noticed your absence." The weight of her disappointment pressed on her temples. Lexa noticed the shift in Clarke's demeanor and widened her eyes, just a little, barely noticeable.

"Well- I'd be here," She said awkwardly. "As your friend as well. I've heard you vent about this thing for over a month now, I need to see it now." That was the first time the brunette had acknowledged their friendship. A sudden rush of heat swam to Clarke's neck. Lexa hadn't even mentioned anything that would entice such a reaction, but it happened. She took a shaky breath and smiled. Before she could say anything the voice of her best friend startled her.

"Clarkey! Let's do that motherfucking make-up of yours." Octavia stumbled into the room. "Oh. Hey, Lexa." Octavia said slightly ill at ease.

Lexa swallowed and created more space between herself and Clarke as if she was preparing herself to leave. A sudden longing for the brunette to stay stained the sensation in Clarke's fingertips. She looked at the brunette's hands and felt a yawning ache to touch them and keep Lexa in place. A certain throbbing to touch Lexa's skin had submerged a few times before.

"Octavia." Lexa nodded. The tension sank into the space, yet no one stirred or blinked to remove it. Octavia always liked Lexa, so Clarke didn't understand why the atmosphere around them had gotten so thick and heavy.

"O?" Clarke voiced pulling open her make-up bag.

"Right." She alluded to step forward but froze in her tracks. "Unless you want to do it?" It was as if she was having a conversation with herself, and she had convinced herself that, Clarke probably would prefer having Lexa over her.

"I- uh-" Lexa stuttered, but before Clarke could tell Octavia it was fine, get it over with, do it like we planned, Octavia shook her head.

"You probably do. And you probably will get more stress relief from her." The jealous tone in her voice was hard for Clarke to neglect. She knew Octavia could get possessive, she was her best friend so usually she wouldn't mind. The unsettlement Octavia created between them was unexpected. The brunette was irked, given Clarke had failed to speak to her about Bellamy or anything else for that matter. She felt left out. The blonde stopped confiding in her ever since she got outed. She walked out before Clarke could say anything to contradict her, which impelled Clarke to widen her eyes.

"Octavia! Wait." She stood up and followed the brunette, but the small corridor served as a quick exit, and Octavia was gone.

Clarke groaned. "I really don't need all of this today." She puffed and plunged down into her seat. Octavia could be a lot of maintenance, her pride and insecurity put a strain on their relationship at times.

"I'm sorry." Lexa offered but Clarke tipped her head.

"It's not you. I think she's feeling insecure. I haven't talked to her in a while. She's just being very-" Clarke couldn't find the words and there was a frustrated energy surge that climbed from her feet to her head and resulted in a loud bark "Leo about it! She's being a fucking Leo about it. All pride and drama and jealous." Lexa raised an eyebrow.

"As in the zodiac sign?" Lexa asked and Clarke offered her a small smirk. She shrugged. "Really?" Lexa raised an amused eyebrow, not having expected Clarke to be into anything like that. She seemed so realistic and down to earth.

Clarke cocked her head and embraced the playful air that established between them. It was one of the few things she enjoyed playing with when it came to spirituality. Lexa on her end was intrigued.

"Yes," She said intensifying her attitude. A smiled tugged at Lexa's lips.

"What are you?" Lexa narrowed her eyes.

"Capricorn - Sagittarius cusp."

"Cusp? How seriously you take this?"

"Well- pretty seriously." Clarke mumbled the words and hunched forward, feeling embarrassed. She would definitely not mention her birth chart. Looking at the blonde in front of her, visibly embarrassed by her own disclosure, pushed out an unexpected roar from the bottom of her chest. The more time spent with Clarke, the more she found herself cracking a smile and more.

"Whatever asshole, you asked." Clarke pushed the brunette mischievously. The laughter died down though Lexa kept a glint of mirth in her eyes. She ogled the make-up bag and scooted closer to Clarke. The dancer, flushed, stuttered at the sudden immediacy.

"What are you doing?"

"Your make-up? I doubt Octavia is coming back." Clarke eyed the door frame, expecting or rather hoping her friend would appear and get over herself, but knowing Octavia she would stay stubborn for another night or two. Clarke sighed and nodded.

"I guess you'll do."

"Such a charmer." Lexa scooted even closer and emptied out the make-up bag on the table. She flattened out the pencils and brushes and looked at Clarke attentively.

"I do my best." Clarke muttered, but the confidence she had aimed to put in her words never reached its destination, instead she was engulfed by the anticipation of Lexa's touch, one she had craved merely a moment ago.

"What do you want me to do?" It almost came out as a husk.

"Uhh-" Clarke's breath hitched, but rearranged her face hoping to accomplish nonchalance. "I need to have strong make-up, because of the stage light, but we're supposed to have quite light skin, so you can go crazy with that one," She said pointing at the light foundation. Lexa smiled and grasped the concealer. She concealed the dark circles under Clarke's eyes and dapped her ring finger lightly on the skin. The sight of the brunette's deep green orbs provoked an extreme nervousness Clarke couldn't, or wouldn't place. She averted her eyes and closed them, feeling the gentle graze of Lexa's nails on her cheek as she applied the concealer to different areas of her face.

Next, was her eyeliner. Each brush stroke held a precise consideration in shaping Clarke's make-up. When Clarke opened her eyes, the space between them had narrowed even more and the tension, which stuck to her ribs, amplified. At this point Clarke considered she wouldn't need blush, her own natural color would do the job.


After doing Clarke's make-up, Lexa rushed to the first row and snatched a seat. The first thing that caught her attention was the stage setting. They had laid out the stage and the audience in a fairly classic way.

Soon after everyone was seated and 'front of house' had closed the doors, the music started. They reinterpreted a piece called, Rosas dances Rosas. Not an easy task, as the original piece was so popular and well known within the dance community.

The piece started with three chairs on the stage. The reiterated movements were mesmerizing and full of emotion without being emotional if that made sense. The movement then developed into different things but still retained repetition as a reoccurring trope. She liked how they used repetition and delay to shed light on banal movements. It was beautiful and Lexa was indisputably moved and interested.

She smiled. The blonde in her dancing form was mesmerizing. She had never seen Clarke dance, and now she understood why the blonde was always on edge when it came to this particular activity. The importance she bestowed in her work, radiated now in the final result. The passion she put in each movement was a testimony to her hard work and passion. It didn't surprise her now, now that she knew the blonde, that the first time they met, their encounter was rather rigid, to state it lightly. The blonde's ambition and schedule were both of great importance, and she did not enjoy either being disrupted. She put a great deal of effort in her work. Consequently, she barely had any energy left, when she exited that rehearsal room. Thus, when it came to her social life, she appreciated planning that energy.

The piece was slowing down, and each movement captured an undeniable rawness, which made Lexa's heartthrob and swelled until she could feel her heartbeat in her throat. She was definitely getting an A for this. She grinned and clapped when the piece finished.

After the performance ended, a few friends including Lexa hung around in the theater. It wasn't uncommon for other students to help with the clean up.

Besides, Clarke's group would never be able to get all the props back, and the place cleaned up on their own. Well, they would be able to do it on their own, but it would take ages and Lexa wanted to take Clarke out, so the blonde could finally let her hair down and have fun. Lexa wanted to buy her a well-deserved drink.

As they were clearing one of the chairs, someone yelled "Heads!" Clarke squealed and jumped out of the way, with her hands covering her head, when the stage light nearly hit her. The broomstick she was holding cracked in two from the impact when Clarke tripped face down. It didn't hit her. Lexa put one of the projectors down quickly while some of the tech crew circled the spot around Clarke. She was still lying down.

"Is she okay?" Jasper yelled jogging down stage. Lexa subconsciously followed him. She was worried. She approached the blonde while glancing at the broken ERS light. What the hell happened? Did one of the techies lose their mind?

"What the hell happened? Have we fallen into a telenovela?" Lexa muttered and Jasper shrugged.

"This is why we have risk assessments." Miss Dasler said angrily and helped Clarke, who was still on the floor looking at her grazed elbow, up.

"Are you hurt?" Dasler said looking at the broken broomstick.

"It's just a graze." Clarke shrugged and stood up. When she put weight on her left foot, though, she yelped. "Or not just grazed." she muttered. She had felt a dull pain in her ankle, but only now could she feel the extent of her pain. The minute she put her foot down, the pain shot from her toes to her spine. Dasler sat her down on one of the chairs and looked at her foot.

"Clarke-" Lexa said approaching the blonde but Miss Dasler put her hand up. Dasler tried to move Clarke's foot, but the blonde whimpered loudly and reached for her injured foot.

"We're going to have to take you to the hospital." Clarke wanted to protest but Dasler shushed her. "We need to make sure nothing's seriously wrong." She stated. Lexa wanted to follow them but Dasler again blocked her.

"Not now Lexa, I need to take her to my office. I'll get my car." Clarke leaned on her and didn't step on the same foot again.

After they took Clarke out to wait for Dasler, Lexa jogged over to Clarke's bag. Octavia came in and approached Lexa at a high speed.

"What the hell happened? A freaking stage light?! Where's Raven? Wasn't she doing their tech?"
"I have no idea." Lexa said clutching onto Clarke's green bag. She wasn't sure what she was going to do with it, but she figured the blonde wouldn't want it lying around.

"I hope they risk assessed the shit out of this." Octavia stated, regretting avoiding Clarke now. "They're taking her to the hospital just to be sure." she added.

"You coming? They're leaving." Jasper asked. "We'll follow them in my car." Lexa, however, shuffled awkwardly. She did not want to go to a hospital. She breathed out shakily. "Lex?" She wasn't sure how to tell them. "Hello?" Jasper said waving his hand in front of her face. "Hey, look she's fine." He said thinking she was in shock.

"I'm fine Jasper. I think I'll wait for her to get back. I'm sure she's fine and she doesn't need a whole flock of people hovering over her."

"Uhm, okay. You're her girlfriend, though, I'm sure she'll want you to be there. And it's not a whole flock it's just you and me, maybe Octavia and obviously her mother." Lexa sighed. It would be suspicious were she not to check on her girlfriend. She hated hospitals, though. What were the odds? Seriously? When was the last time a stage light fell from the freaking ceiling?

She groaned feeling conflicted. She then nodded, telling herself it was fine. She would be fine. When they were driving on the main avenue Jasper put on the radio. Lexa rested her chin on her hand and looked outside.

"Lexa." She heard someone say behind her as she inhaled the cigarette smoke. "Lex." Anya said putting her hand on Lexa's shoulder as the brunette turned around sighing.

"Yeah." Lexa mumbled as Anya sat down next to her.

"The police wants to talk to you." Anya said on the verge of tears. Lexa felt a lump growing in the back of her throat.

"I don't want to." She whimpered trying to hold in the tears. She couldn't let anyone see her this way.

"You have to baby." Anya stated. Lexa sighed putting her head in her hands after she put out her cigarette.

"We shouldn't have used her, she'd still be here if we hadn't." Lexa sniffed involuntarily. Anya shook her head rejecting Lexa's attempts to stay strong. She hugged her and that was it, Lexa sobbed into her chest, her very soul shaken by every breath she took.

"Stop worrying so much." Lexa heard Jasper's voice. She blinked a few times and then looked at him.

"I know." She said, hoping her voice wouldn't betray her.

"You don't have to hide so much you know? You're worried. I understand, she's your girlfriend." He didn't say another word for the next 15 minutes after Lexa glowered at him for that comment. When they finally pulled up in the parking lot of the hospital, he muttered "We're here." before hopping out of his jeep.

"Let's catch up with Clarke. She texted me, she's in the E.R." Lexa nodded. She followed him and cringed when she saw the doors of the E.R.

"Just breathe." She whispered to herself.

"You coming?" Jasper urged her. She nodded quickly and followed him inside. Clarke was sitting on one of the chairs. She almost ran back out when she breathed in the familiar smell. She couldn't do this. Clarke glanced at her, however, which made her reconsider. She nodded to herself and started walking towards the blonde.

"Hey." She said trying to convey tenderness into her voice when she sat next to her girlfriend. Jasper kneeled in front of her.

"How are you doing?" He asked her and she just shrugged.

"How's your foot?" Lexa added to the conversation, almost reaching out to play with the blonde's hair, but decided against it. When Clarke looked at her, their eyes locked. The usual liveliness that coated her face was now replaced by a blank expression.

"Hurts." She answered.


"Do they even know we're here?" Jasper muttered angrily after a half an hour.

"We've only been here for 30 minutes, these things take longer. We'll probably be here for a while." Lexa stated as he huffed.

"Great." Lexa glared at him. Clarke wasn't complaining so why was he?

"You can go home, Jasper. I can look after her." slipped out of her mouth. Jasper glared at her, feeling offended.

"I was just saying, Lexa. You don't need to go all protective lesbian on me." Lexa raised an eyebrow. Fucking straight white boy.

"Children, can we stop?" Miss Dasler said. Before she could add anything else her phone rang. "Nevaeh Dasler speaking." She said answering it and going outside.

"Let's just play a game or something." Clarke muttered. Lexa took out a deck of cards from her bag, earning a questioning look from both Clarke and Jasper. How was she supposed to explain she still kept a deck of cards in her bag out of habit. She spent too much time in hospitals.

"Go fish?" Clarke nodded. The cards were dealt and they played for 2 hours. Lexa would giggle every time Clarke groaned when she had to go fish. Even now, while she was hurt, she could still pour all her attention in one single activity. Jasper was winning right until Lexa had told him to go fish. After that, Lexa took the lead. After a while, Clarke sighed and wanted to lean on Lexa, a longing that only frustrated her. She didn't want to feel this need for comfort.

Clarke glanced at her foot and tried wiggling her toes. It hurt, but she was sure her foot was fine. She would be fine tomorrow, that's what she kept telling herself. She had to be fine.

"How about those jacks?" Clarke said noticeably worn-out. Lexa obliged and handed her two jacks. "Nines?" She voiced.

"Go fish." Right as she reached for the card on top of the deck, her name was called out.

"Do you want us to come with you?" Jasper asked but she hesitated. "Or just Lexa!" Jasper added feeling like he was intruding on the couple. "You go, Lexa."

"Uh-" She looked at Clarke who simply shrugged at her. She didn't have much choice after Jasper almost pushed her onto the blonde.

"Fuck sakes." She mumbled and followed Clarke. "You sure you want me in there? I can leave."

"No. Stay. I could use a friend." She stated.

"Ms. Griffin is it? How about you go sit on the table." He started examining her. "Any pains when you walk?" She nodded. He then squeezed her ankle and she hissed. "Okay, that is probably twisted. Did the stage light land on it?" Clarke shook her head and explained what happened. He probed her foot again, examining different areas, and earning a few hisses here and there. The blonde's eyes found Lexa's and she felt a shiver travel down her spine.

"Okay, I'd like to run an X-ray." Clarke sighed and closed her eyes. "I'll be back. I will see if I can find you an open slot."

When the doctor left Lexa gave the blonde an empathic look. "It'll be okay." She whispered, shuffling her chair closer to Clarke. Clarke sighed and rested her head on the examining table. Lexa brushed away some of Clarke's hair strands and tucked them behind her ear. She met her gaze and kept it there. It felt oddly intimate, and Clarke didn't mind. She craved her comfort. The doctor came back in and said there was a slot available right now. Not long after, the blonde was rolled off to radiology. When the X-rays came back, the doctor allowed Lexa to stay in the room after Clarke requested it. Her mother had still not arrived, apparently there had been an accident on the highway due to the snow and she was stuck in traffic. What were the odds?

"Right, you're mostly bruised, but you tore a ligament in your ankle, meaning you have a grade II sprain. You will have to stay off that foot for at least a week. You should recover in about 6 to 8 weeks, depending on the swelling. I'll be just a minute, let me go get the air splint to immobilize your foot." She was crying, silently. Her face wouldn't betray her feelings were it not for the tears rolling down her cheeks. She didn't sob, her face didn't fall. Those tears alone were the single acknowledgment of her internal struggle.

"Ms. Griffin? I can prescribe you some painkillers if you're in pain." She shook her head. Thankfully winter break was around the corner so she wouldn't miss too much class. Winter break was only a month, though. She would still need another few weeks to recover.

"Clarke it'll be okay."

"I'll be back in a minute Ms. Griffin." She looked to her side.

"Shit." She whimpered brushing her tears from her cheeks. Lexa sat next to her, then grabbed her hand.

"You'll be fine. It's just a few weeks of classes. They'll understand."

"That's not the point!" She untangled their hands forcefully. "I'll still be behind. I'm talking about my standards here as well! And what are you doing?" She said referring to the handholding. The image of their kiss and the feeling that came with it flooded her mind but she willed it away. She hated the comfort she took in the mere memory of her lips, or the touch of her hands. She hated this grown dependency. Especially with the knowledge that the intent behind any comfort was far from real.

"I want to be here for you."

"Why?"

"Because you're feeling like shit." Lexa said plainly. The doctor came back in and started putting the air cast on her foot, afterward he handed Clarke a prescription and some crutches.

"Stop by the pharmacy on the third floor to get your painkillers."

"Thanks." The blonde muttered and started moving. She struggled with the door and when Lexa held it open looking concerned, the blonde's temper grew into an infuriated ball of energy.

"Will you leave it? I've got it."

"Clearly." Lexa said crossing her arms. She was moving towards the waiting area of the E.R. where Jasper was still waiting for them.

"Stop following me." Lexa was surprised.

"We are going the same way, Clarke." Clarke rolled her eyes. Always so fucking poised. Always that fucking apathetic mask on.

"Hey! Shit. Crutches. What did they say?"

"Eight weeks." was the only thing Clarke uttered angrily. She moved towards the elevator but Lexa still followed her. "You still going the same way?" She snapped.

"Yes. I'm not leaving you alone. Where's Dasler?" She asked Jasper. He explained Dasler had received an emergency call and had to leave, trusting Jasper to drive Lexa back to school. She assumed Abby would come and pick her daughter up. All three of them occupied the elevator. Jasper looked awkwardly between the two of them.

"Clarke I get that you're upset but you don't need to take it out on your girlfriend. She's only trying to help and deep down you know you want her here."

"I didn't ask for your opinion." Clarke barked. She couldn't handle it, the elevator was going so slow as well. She felt suffocated. "And she's not my fucking girlfriend." Clarke was seething. Jasper was shocked and looked even more uncomfortable.

"Clarke!" Lexa said with a high pitched voice. Her tone had disapproving twinge to it. "Stop." She said shaking her head. She tried to reach out to the blonde but Clarke nearly growled at her.

"I will, if both of you would leave me alone!"

"Stop being a brat. Who will drive you home if we leave you here?"

"My mother." Lexa sighed audibly. The elevator reached the third floor and Lexa followed Clarke out.

"Stay here." She barked at Jasper who gladly obliged.

"What the hell was that?!" She gripped Clarke's arm and stopped her, making sure she wasn't hurting the blonde.

"I don't want to fucking do this anymore."

"What?"

"I'm over it, this." She said waving between them. "This fake relationship."

"It was your idea."

"Well now it's my idea to stop it." Her snark had a bite to it. Lexa looked dumfounded, and Clarke took that as her cue to leave. The brunette paused before she ran after the girl.

"Stop!" Lexa yelled almost desperately. "I get it. You're angry, you're lashing out. Just-"

"I don't want to do it anymore Lexa. I'm over it. It's not worth it. I have more important things to worry about."

"Why are you doing this? We've been trying to be friends for over a month and now you're acting like you can't stand the sight of me."

"Well maybe I can't." 'No, I don't.' She looked away, afraid the brunette would notice the tears in her eyes, but also afraid to witness the hurt which blazed across Lexa's face. Lexa swallowed trying to down the sadness that was threatening to overflow her senses.

"I can't keep up with your mood swings." Lexa attempted.

"Well then don't. Not everything is about you." Lexa blew out angry steam.

'Fine.' She turned on her heels and texted Jasper he didn't have to wait for her. She would take a bus. Lexa stormed out to the hospital's court yard. She hated hospitals. Why the fuck was she here? This place raised all kinds of feelings. Feelings that rendered her useless.

Lexa gritted her teeth. She went through her bag and looked for her cigarettes. She shook the lighter as a flame appeared when she tried to use the lighter again. She lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply. When she got back to school that night, she took a shower and it seemed as if her tears soaked her skin more than the water did.