Chapter summary: Picks up right after the last chapter, Lexa talks with Anya, Octavia senses something is wrong, and there's another soccer match where something kinda goes wrong.

A/N: first off, how awesome was the season premiere? clarke and niylah like damn.

okay so, I rewrote this chapter only last night because my wording and sentence structure was completely off so i hope its okay now. well, things are getting real, Lexa's...upset over Clarke and Nate but she still doesn't want to say anything. and Octavia's just annoyed with them right now because for the love of fuck just say something to each other already (so O's basically most of the readers in terms of clexa rn)

Finally looking away, Lexa let out a soft sigh as her shoulders slumped. She didn't really have a right to be upset over that, not in the slightest…or maybe that's something Lexa told herself as she finally went inside and closed the door softly behind her. Her mom caught a case earlier today so she would be at the precinct till late and Lexa didn't really know when she would be returning. Making her way to the bathroom upstairs and turning on the shower, the only thing on her mind was Clarke. Lexa had seen her and Nate together at school and some times after but a part of her stopped herself from assuming the obvious. The only comfort to her right now was that Nate was one of the nicer guys at school and Clarke would be happy with him.

Lexa lost track of time in the shower; the hot water pouring down on her skin almost made her forget about Clarke and Nate. But the moment she stepped out, she was pulled back into reality. Lexa kept telling herself that she shouldn't be upset over this because it's not like Clarke even knows how she feels. And she was more than a little certain that Clarke didn't even see her as anything more than a friend. I need to find a distraction. She thought as she walked up to the TV in the living room and turned it on. About a minute later, Lexa realized a video game would probably be better considering there was nothing worth watching right now.

Over an hour into Call of Duty: Black Ops III for probably the 5th time, her phone rang, letting her know that it was a FaceTime call. Knowing it couldn't be anyone other than Anya, Lexa didn't bother pausing the game but only answered and stood the phone upright against…something on the coffee table. With the front camera facing her, Lexa greeted her sister but was clearly paying more attention to the game.

"Did you answer…?" Anya asked after a few seconds of watching her sister press away at the controller. "Or was that someone else?"

"It was me." Lexa replied, clearly distracted.

"Mom's working late?" She asked, this time not bothered about Lexa almost completely ignoring her.

"Uh huh." She muttered. "Caught a case."

"What are you even playi-"

"Fucking hell." Lexa said under her breath, cutting Anya off.

"Language." She told her sister sternly.

"Sorry," Lexa replied, clearly not meaning it as she fell silent again for a moment. "Fuck."

This time Anya only sighed disapprovingly. "What happened?"

"What do you mean?" Lexa asked in return, her eyes still glued to the screen as she tapped away at the buttons on her controller furiously. She swore again under her breath, this time Anya pretended not to have heard her.

"You're playing Call of Duty and I know that for a fact because you don't swear as much otherwise." She explained. "And you usually play that when something's wrong."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Lexa replied monotonously.

"Come on, pause the game and talk to me. I know when something is bothering you."

"Yeah…" She trailed off, focusing on nothing other than her game. "It's really annoying but you're wrong this time." Just as she got killed off in the game, Lexa almost swore again but stopped herself.

"Don't you dare respawn." Anya told her. "Put the controller down and tell me what happened." She almost demanded.

Lexa remained unmoving, staring at the screen for a moment before finally giving in. "Okay, what?" She looked at the screen of her phone for probably the first time since she'd answered the call.

"What's going on?"

"I still don't know what you're talking about."

"Did something happen with Clarke?" Anya made a wild guess, asking hesitantly.

"No." But Lexa sighed, resigning, "I saw her kiss this guy from school when I got home from my run."

"Oh…"

"But I know I shouldn't be upset…" She started. "I don't really see why I am…"

"Maybe it's because you like her? Or because she's your soulmate?" Anya asked rhetorically. "And don't try and deny it, it's understandable that you're upset."

"No, it's not." Lexa shook her head. "It's not like I even told Clarke anything. And she doesn't see me as anything more than a friend…" She shrugged, frustrated with herself.

"Then maybe you should say something."

"No."

"Why not?"

"She's happy with him." Lexa told her. "And I…" She shook her head, stopping herself. "Never mind."

"What were you going to say?"

"Nothing." Lexa dismissed it, 'And I can't make her happy, not now, and not anytime in the future.' That's what I was going to say.

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March 21st 2016 – Monday

Clarke was all smiles the next morning and when she told Lexa why, Lexa did her best to pretend she didn't already know. For Clarke, it was all pretty convincing but Octavia saw right through it. She noticed something was wrong with Lexa within a few minutes of talking to her, and it didn't take Raven long to pick up on it either. It was a little concerning for her that the two of them could see through her façade so easily. Clarke and Nate being together came as a surprise to Raven and Octavia too but they took it way better than Lexa…well, Raven did, Octavia on the other hand had to mask her disappointment.

"What's going on with you?" Octavia finally got the chance to talk to Lexa alone later that day while changing after soccer practice. She held back on asking her before practice started because that might've distracted Lexa for the two hours.

"What are you talking about?" It was getting increasingly annoying for Lexa that she had to keep pretending to not know what everyone was asking her. First Anya, now Octavia; for what its worth, Raven was probably next.

"Clarke and Nate." She replied. "I mean, maybe it's time you say something."

"There's nothing for me to say." Lexa closed her locker, trying to tell her friend to back off.

But, as always, that didn't work with Octavia. "It bothers you, doesn't it?"

Lexa didn't answer, but proceeded to gather her things.

"I saw the way you were practically squirming every time Clarke so much as mentioned him."

"I was not." Lexa finished what she was doing and looked back at Octavia.

She glared at her friend for a moment too long before speaking "I don't see why you won't say anything to Clarke about your tattoo."

"I don't see why I would." Lexa said with a shrug, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Do you not see the way Clarke looks at you?"

"No." She stated. "But I do see the way she looks at her boyfriend."

"She's destined to end up with you anyways, so why not say something now?" Octavia asked overdramatically causing Lexa to smile.

"Well, that was her luck." Lexa shrugged and picked up her bag, leaving the rest of sentence unsaid as she walked away. The least I can do for her is let her be happy until the inevitable.

"Fucking impossible." Octavia sighed, shaking her head as she watched Lexa walk away.

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"Why was Lexa upset today?" Raven asked her girlfriend later that night over homework; for a change they were at her place instead of the Blake's.

Octavia looked up from her notebook and stopped writing. "Do you think Lexa likes Clarke?"

"Umm…yes." Raven tilted her head slight, unsure of where that question came from. "I think its pretty damn obvious."

"Thank you." She went back to writing, not saying another word.

Raven mouthed a 'what' before speaking again, "What does that have to do with anything right now?" Octavia didn't respond so she had no choice but to continue. "Is that why she was upset today?"

"Yep." She stated, not bothering to look up.

"Why didn't Lexa just say something?" Raven asked. "Clarke definitely likes her as more than a friend," She stopped, muttering under her breath "But she's going out with Nate for some reason." She rolled her eyes, continuing in her regular voice. "I mean, have you seen the way she looks at her?"

"Tell me about it." Octavia agreed. "I tried talking to Lexa about it today but it was pretty clear she didn't want me to…and I didn't want to push her right now or say something that might throw her of her game tomorrow."

"Semi final right?"

"Damn right." She nodded with a proud smile. "And I think we have a real shot at making it to the final."

"With you and Lexa on the same side, I don't doubt it."

The two of them went back to work after that, not saying anything for a while until Octavia suddenly broke the silence. "You can talk to Clarke."

"About…?"

"Lexa."

"No way." Raven shook her head. "I'm not playing matchmaker; especially when Clarke's already in a relationship."

Octavia stared at her for a moment, trying to find something to say that might change Raven's mind but gave in, "Fair enough." She nodded. "But if anyone can talk to Clarke and actually make her listen, it's you."

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March 22nd 2016 – Tuesday

The game was going better than expected for the first half hour, with their school already leading by two goals. The opposing team looked pissed if anything after the second one and from the looks of it, they were more than a little aggressive on the field. Clarke was on the bleachers with Raven and Nate, paying attention to the game when her phone vibrated in her pocket with a text from her mom. She looked away, checking her phone and typing out a reply letting her mom know when she would be returning home. But when Clarke looked back up from her screen, the game seemed to have come to a halt. After a quick scan of the field, Clarke's eyes found Lexa, who was now lying on the grass and surrounded by a few people. From what she could tell, Lexa must've gotten hurt.

"What happened?" Clarke asked Raven, who only shrugged, not really sure either. But whatever it was, it had to have been bad because Clarke never thought she'd see Lexa squirming in pain as she was being taken away from the field. She assumed Lexa would be take to the nurse's office and decided to find out whether her friend was alright.

"Where are you going?" Nate asked as Clarke stood up.

"To check on Lexa." She replied, proceeding to leave. "Stay." She said to Nate as he started to get up. "Let me know how the game ends."

It had been a few hours since then and Clarke was walking up to Lexa's front door with a 'get well soon' card and teddy bear with a cast on it. She still didn't know what happened other than the fact that Lexa may have broken something. Clarke hoped that wasn't the case because the team made it to the final – which was on Friday – and there was no way a fracture would heal that quickly. Knowing how much it mattered to Lexa made Clarke upset at the thought that she probably wouldn't get to play on Friday.

The door swung open only a moment after she had knocked and Clarke was greeted with a smile by Indra as she held the door open for her, "Clarke, hi."

Clarke smiled in greeting as she stepped inside. "How's Lexa?"

"Broke her ankle." Indra told her. "She's mostly upset about not being able to play on Friday." She led Clarke further inside. "Why don't you try and talk to her, might help cheer her up?"

"Is she upstairs?" Clarke asked. Once Indra nodded, she made her way to the staircase and then up.

Making her way to Lexa's bedroom, Clarke knocked on the door softly before entering. "Hey." She greeted, walking up to her friend who was on her bed; her back against the headboard, left feet elevated on a stack of pillowed and her laptop resting on her thighs.

"Hey," Lexa did her best to smile as she closed the laptop's screen.

"How are you?" Clarke asked, setting down the card and bear on Lexa's desk before sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"As well as you'd think." She replied with a sigh, still pissed at herself for letting this happen.

"Broke your ankle, huh?" Clarke asked, trailing a finger lightly over the cast.

"And it had to be left ankle." Lexa rolled her eyes at herself. "Just…wow."

Clarke let out a soft sigh, knowing that Lexa played with her left foot so that was probably going to make the injury worse. "How long are you stuck with that?" She motioned towards the cast.

"A month. Maybe more."

Clarke went silent for a moment, contemplating whether she should ask but eventually did, "And how long till you can play again?"

Lexa didn't reply, falling silent for a moment as she looked at Clarke. "I don't know." Her voice was quiet, coming out as a whisper. "It's bad, Clarke and I don't really know if I will…" She trailed off, suddenly clearing her throat and bringing her voice back to normal, "At least the team won today."

"At least that." Clarke nodded, wanting to ask her if she was alright but deciding against it. "So you're stuck in bed for at least a week, how do you plan on not boring yourself to death?"

"That's a difficult question." Lexa feigned seriousness, earing a small laugh from Clarke. "I was thinking about finding a new show to watch…or rewatching an old one."

"You don't need anymore shows." Clarke responded with a smile, shaking her head as she pulled her feet up and crossed them underneath her. "On a more positive note, this is the last week of school before spring break."

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April 7th 2016 – Thursday

"Miss being out there?" Clarke asked as she sat down next to Lexa on the bleachers after school as the soccer team practiced in the field in front of them. Her ankle was still in a cast and it was getting really annoying to still be on crutches. Lexa was missing out on practice sessions and Clarke knew it was more than just about not getting the practice.

"Yeah." Lexa replied with a sigh. "This is getting annoying."

"You'll be back on the field in no time." Clarke nudged her shoulder.

"I hope so." She tried to smile but it didn't really work. Lexa didn't want to tell Clarke but there was a very good chance she wouldn't be playing at all, the fracture was worse than they'd thought.

"Something wrong?" Clarke asked.

"No…" Lexa shook her head slowly, "I just miss being able to walk on both feet." This time she managed a smile, lightening the mood.

"Are you sure?" She tried again.

"Yeah," Lexa nodded, doing her best to be convincing.

A/N: i hope that wasn't too bad because my writing feels off with this one. and i know there wasn't much clexa in there, so i'm sorry about that. but yeah, things are kinda starting to go kinda wrong now. also Lexa getting hurt had nothing to do with her being distracted or anything, that was all on the other team.