Clarke sat at bar and checked her phone.

8:00pm (Lexa): Be there in a few.

8:01pm (Clarke): Are Raven and Octavia with you?

8:03pm (Lexa): No. They should be behind me though. And I stress should be.

8:05pm (Clarke): Hurry!

8:06pm (Lexa): See you soon, beautiful.

Clarke smiled. She knew she was in public and she knew it was probably ridiculously wide but she didn't care. Lexa had that effect on her and she didn't care who knew it.

She ordered a drink from the bartender and tapped her fingers on the bar top as she patiently waited. A curious expression crossed her face when she heard the stool next to her creak. She turned her head to the left and studied the profile of the girl who had joined her. She recognized that smug little smirk and immediately rolled her eyes and turned away.

"Stalking me, blue eyes?"

"This is my usual bar so I would think that question falls on you."

Ontari huffed and took a sip from her drink.

The bartender placed Clarke's drink in front of her. She flashed a polite smile and took a drink. "I'm waiting for someone."

"You're always waiting for someone." Ontari turned on her stool so she was facing Clarke. "Someone as pretty as you shouldn't have to wait for anything."

Clarke released a heavy sigh and rolled her eyes. She turned so she was looking at Ontari. Her eyes narrowed curiously as she noticed a dark bruise underneath her eye. "What happened to your face?"

"Oh." Ontari waved her hand. "Just a little incident at my game. It's nothing."

Clarke studied her face for a long moment. Her eyes widened as the realization hit her. "It was you."

Ontari looked confused. "What was me?"

"At the game." She pointed at her. "You hit Lexa Woods in the face with the stick."

Ontari straightened on her stool. "You were at my game?" She chuckled and shook her head as she took another drink. "You are stalking me."

"Actually, no. I was at my girlfriend's game." Clarke narrowed her eyes.

"Your girlfriend? Who's your…" Ontari paused, her eyes brightening as the realization hit her. She snapped her fingers then pointed at Clarke. "I knew that picture you were drawing looked familiar." Her eyebrow raised. "You're dating Lexa Woods."

"She's my girlfriend, yes." Clarke corrected with a nod.

She had no idea why she felt the need to clarify the difference between just dating Lexa and actually begin her girlfriend. Maybe the word dating made it seem so casual to her. And what she had with Lexa was so much more than casual.

Ontari laughed. Her hand rested on her stomach as she shook her head in disbelief. "Oh wow." She scrubbed her hand over her face to calm her laughter. She rested her elbow on the bar top as she propped her head up with her hand. "Well, I still stand by my statement."

Clarke furrowed her brow confused. "What statement?"

Ontari licked her lips and scooted the barstool closer. "That you can do better."

Clarke took in a deep breath as she pressed her hand into the bar. She could feel the aggravation course through her body. "Okay, Ontari, I don't know— "

"What the hell is this?"

"Oh fuck me…" Ontari breathed as Lexa's voice cut through their conversation. She quickly stood from the stool as did Clarke. Ontari raised her hands in defense. "Woods, relax. We were just talking."

Lexa took a step closer and Clarke placed her hand on her stomach to keep her at bay. Her green eyes, dark with anger, trailed from Clarke back to Ontari. "Why were you talking to my girlfriend?"

"I had no idea she was your girlfriend." Ontari defended, stopping herself from moving closer. She smirked, not even to trying to control the words that tumbled from her mouth. "I figured a girl as beautiful as Clarke would have much better taste."

Lexa clenched her teeth and her jaw twitched under her skin. She moved forward harder and Clarke pressed against her, holding her back.

"Okay, okay. That's enough." Clarke stated, pulling Lexa's attention to her. "I get it. Tensions were high at the game and things went a little far…"

Ontari scoffed. "This isn't just about tonight." She locked eyes with Lexa and motioned her chin. "Your precious girlfriend broke my nose with her lacrosse stick."

"And the thirteen stitches I had to get over my eye that night didn't justify my actions?" Lexa barked, glaring at her from over her the blonde.

"Hey, I was just defending the play." Ontari smirked, her hands still raised in defense.

"Is that what you were doing tonight too?"

Ontari took a step closer, invading the space they shared. "Absolutely."

Lexa eyes were hard and angry as she stared over Clarke. Her lip pulled back and her teeth clenched as she spoke. "Then you and I have an extremely different definition of the word defending."

"Alright. Stop. Now." Clarke pushed Lexa back then turned, pressing her back against her girlfriend's front. "Ontari, you should go."

"Yeah." She kept her hard stare of Lexa for a moment then picked up her drink. She lowered her gaze to the blonde, flashing her smug grin when she saw her stumble forward due to Lexa pushing against her. "It was nice to see you again, Clarke." She smirked at Lexa behind her glass and walked away.

Clarke waited for Ontari to disappear through the crowd.

She took in a deep breath and turned to face Lexa. She could still see in the anger in her eyes. "Lexa…"

"What did she mean by it was nice seeing you again?" Lexa asked, cutting her off. Her tone was flat and filled with irritation.

Clarke was taken back by her tone. Their eyes locked as she stumbled over her words for just a moment. "I-I was at the Ark, waiting for Raven and she sat down at my table." Clarke knitted her brow together as she looked at Lexa. She waited for some change in her expression. Some relaxation of her facial muscles but there was nothing. "She started talking to me and..."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Clarke made a face at the question. "Because it wasn't a big deal."

"Someone flirts with you and you don't think it's a big deal?"

"Lexa, you need to calm down." Clarke stepped toward her. She reached out to take her hands, but the brunette stepped back.

"Did you tell her you had a girlfriend?"

"Jesus Christ, Lexa…"

"Did you tell her you had a girlfriend?" Lexa repeated more forcefully. Her tone raised to the point where she was practically shouting.

Clarke set her jaw. Her eyes narrowed. "Of course I did! I really didn't have to though..." She knew she should probably stop talking. Her brain was screaming for her mouth to stop, but it didn't listen. The snarky finish to her sentence came tumbling out before she could swallow the words back. "…. because I had property of Lexa Woods tattooed on my forehead." She pointed at her head sternly, stopping the second she saw the reaction to her statement register on Lexa's face.

Shit.... The word slowed through her mind and she closed her eyes. Her head bowed and she pressed her lips together to stop herself from going any further.

Stop this ridiculous argument from continuing. Stop the tension between her and Lexa. Lexa who she absolutely adored. And Lexa adored her just as much. This wasn't them. And this was definitely unnecessary.

Lexa looked away. Her eyes watering with every emotion that was building up inside of her. Her teeth grazed her bottom lip and her tongue darted out shortly after to sooth the action. "I'm just going to go home." She declared. Her tone was eerily calm.

Clarke raised her attention to her quickly. She rolled her neck and sighed. "Lexa, please don't do this." She requested as she reached out and took her hand.

Lexa shook her head and slowly pulled her hand out of Clarke's hold. "I'm tired." She lied, barely meeting her eyes. "I'll talk to you…whenever." She shook her head slowly and waved her hand as she turned and walked away.

"Lexa!" Clarke called out again. The desperation in her plea caused her voice to crack.

The brunette ignored her as she made her way through the crowd. She swallowed back the rising feeling in her throat. Disregarded the way her stomach clenched and turned. Feeling the urge to vomit up the entire day and go back to the beginning.

Back to her and Clarke quietly lying in bed.

Lexa took in a deep breath to calm the feeling. Her jaw shifting and clenching as she made her way through the bar.

"Hey, Lexa, where are you going?" Raven asked as the girl pushed passed her and disappeared through the crowd.

Raven and Octavia exchanged glances. Octavia shrugged at her girlfriend's silent question. They made their way toward the bar to look for Clarke, stopping in their tracks when they saw her.

Clarke was sitting at the bar with her elbows pressed into the bar top. She held her head in her hands as she moved it from side to side in a disbelieving motion. The couple hurried toward her. They stepped around the people as quickly as possible and stood beside their friend.

"What's going on?" Octavia questioned, placing her hand on Clarke's back. She rubbed small comforting circles. Her head tilted to the side coaxing her friend to look at her.

"We just got into a fight." She mumbled as she released an inaudible curse and raised her head. She sat back on the stool and ran her hands through her hair frustrated

Raven stepped forward. Confusion spread across her face. "About what?"

"Ontari was talking to me when Lexa walked in."

Now it was Octavia's turn to be confused. "Ontari? How do you know Ontari?"

Clarke exhaled heavily. "She-I was at the Ark last week and she took it upon herself to sit down and start talking to me."

"The girl who was trying to mack on you?" Raven inquired, pointing over her shoulder. "She's the one who hit Lexa in the face?"

Clarke bit her lip and nodded.

Octavia straightened and took in a breath. "Okay…" She placed her hands on Clarke's shoulders. "Let's… have a little drink. Let the moment cool down." She leaned in and rested her chin on her friend's shoulder. "Lexa just needs some time to process."

Raven stood by her side and touched her friend's head. "Yeah, Clarke, it'll blow over." She raised her hand to get the bartender's attention. "Give her some time to breathe and she'll be texting you asking you to come over or asking if she can before you know it." She smiled and nudged her gently.

Clarke nodded slowly and finished her drink before the second one arrived….

7:00pm (Clarke):Lexa, it's been two days. Please talk to me.

7:25pm (Clarke): You're right. I should have told you, but it really wasn't a big deal. You have to admit that this has gone too far. There is no reason for us to be fighting. You are all that matters to me.

7:27pm (Clarke): I don't care about anyone else… the world could drop down on its knees and beg me to be with them and all I would see is you. You are everything to me, Lexa. Please talk to me…

Lexa sighed as she stared at the message on her phone.

Her thumb brushed across the screen and she started to type. Her fingers moved quickly over the screen as she released everything she's wanted to say for the past two days. Every different version of saying that she's sorry. That she didn't mean to project the anger she had for Ontari toward Clarke. That she missed her. She needed to see her again.

She hesitated for a just a moment before deleting the message and tossing her phone onto the couch beside her. Her hands covered her face and she grunted into them. Why was this so hard?

"Just go see her." Anya said as she walked passed the couch. She slipped on her leather jacket. "Tell her you're sorry for being an asshole and you will never do it again."

Lexa flexed her jaw and rested her head on the back of the couch. "It's not that easy."

Anya rolled her eyes. "It is that easy." She walked over to the couch and sat on the arm rest. "Lexa, I understand where you're coming from. You were pissed off at that little bitch and you had every right to be." She cupped her sisters chin. The older Woods examined the bruise that was still dark and prominent on sister's face. "But don't make Clarke pay for Ontari's stupidity."

Lexa frowned and looked down at her hands. She watched as her fingers moved around on another. It was a long beat of silence before she nodded and agreed. "I don't want to apologize through text."

Anya shrugged her shoulder. "Then don't."

The sound of a knock at the door caught their attention. Anya slid off the arm rest and walked toward the door. She placed her hand on the knob and yanked it open. A warm smile parted her lips as she greeted the person on the other side.

Lexa was confused by their guest. She furrowed her brow and leaned up from the couch. "Raven?"

"Hey." Raven greeted, stepping further into the apartment. She flashed Lexa a sincere smile. "How are things?"

Lexa shrugged and picked up her phone. She swallowed hard and cleared her throat. "How's Clarke?"

Raven pursed her lips and tucked her hands inside her jacket. "She's been better." She bounced her head from side to side. "We're doing a movie thing tomorrow night. You should come over." She smirked. "Maybe bring a pizza."

Lexa looked up slightly with a small smile. "I'll think about it."

Raven flashed a half smile and nodded. She turned her attention to Anya. "You ready?"

"Always." Anya scoffed and grabbed her keys from the hook.

Lexa looked at both women confused. "Since when do you two hang out?"

"Octavia wanted to spend time with Clarke so she asked her brother to get us into the steam punk exhibit that opened tonight." She turned to Anya and raised her hand. "Open bar."

Anya made a face and reluctantly gave Raven a high five.

Raven beamed and put her hand over her heart. "I seriously have the best girlfriend."

Anya half rolled her eyes and patted Raven's shoulder. "Come on. Let's go." She turned, pointing her keys at her sister. "Don't sit around sulking all night."

"I won't."

Raven walked backwards toward the door. "Remember. Tomorrow night. Bring Pizza." She squinted slightly. "Actually, bring two. You lacrosse players eat like food is free." She tossed Lexa a wink and followed Anya out of the apartment.

Lexa chuckled lightly and watched the door close behind them. Her eyes shifted back to her phone. She slid her thumb across the screen and opened her gallery. There was tug in her heart at the sight of Clarke. She swiped through the gallery and stopped at a picture of them together.

It was at the gallery. Lexa had gone to see Clarke when she was working late. Finishing one of her many projects. There were streaks of blue and purple paint on Clarke's face. Lexa was sitting behind her. Her arms were wrapped tightly around Clarke and her mouth was pressed against the blonde's shoulder.

She could still hear Clarke cheerfully announcing selfie. The photo reflected her amused smile when Lexa groaned in response.

She loved her smile.

Her thumb brushed across the screen again. The next photo of them was from the same night.

They were smiling at one another. Their mouths hovering dangerously close. Clarke's fingers rested on Lexa's cheek, streaking it with the same color paint that stained her own.

The sound of Clarke's laugh when she had realized what she had done to Lexa's face echoed in her ears.

She loved her laugh.

Lexa closed her eyes for a moment. She could feel Clarke's hand as it cupped her chin ever so gently. The sensation of her breath on her lips as she spoke.

"I wish I could paint something as beautiful as you. You're a masterpiece. Nothing and no one will ever compare to you."

Lexa opened her eyes slowly, sighing as Clarke's words echoed through her brain.

She took in a deep breath, opened her messages, and began to type….

Octavia watched Clarke as she entered the living room from the kitchen. Her spoon held between her lips as she carried two pints of ice cream with her. She handed Octavia her favorite, mint chocolate chip, and the spoon that she carried in her right hand.

"I was hoping that one in your mouth wasn't mine." Octavia teased, chuckling when Clarke shot her a look. She bit her lip in excitement as she pried open the top of the container. "Oh, by the way." She flashed a small, hopeful smile and motioned her head toward their coffee table. "Your phone was vibrating."

Clarke's blue eyes brightened. More than they had in the last two days of sorrow. She hurried back around the couch and placed her own pint on the table. The spoon still hung from her lips as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and grabbed her phone. She swiped across the screen quickly and opened the message.

8:15pm (Lexa): Clarke… I know it's only been a few days but being away from you for any amount of time… no matter the length… is killing me.

8:20pm (Clarke): Then come over.

8:30pm (Lexa): I can't tonight.

8:31pm (Clarke): Why not?

8:40pm (Lexa): I still have to work some things out. I want to make sure I fix my mistake and never make it again.

8:42pm (Clarke): Lexa, I miss you so much. Please. Just come over. I need to see you. We can talk and work this out together.

8:50pm (Lexa): I miss you as well, Clarke. I promise we will talk. We need too. Right now I have to deal with how I wronged you and figure out a way to make it right.

8:51pm (Clarke): Come over. I know exactly how you can make it right.

Clarke knew it was a bold move. Flirting with her girlfriend when there was still so much hanging between them. She waited patiently for Lexa to respond. To agree and just come to her so they could be together again.

9:00pm (Lexa): Soon. I promise.

Clarke sighed and tossed her phone onto the table once again. She removed the spoon from her mouth and yanked the top off of her container in frustration. Forcefully, she planted the spoon in the ice cream and muttered as she dug out scoops and shoved them into her mouth.

"She's not coming?" Octavia questioned, even though she knew the answer.

Clarke shook her head as she scraped at the chocolate inside the pint.

"Give her time, Clarke." Octavia suggested, taking a bite of her ice cream.

"It's been two days, O."

Octavia shrugged. "One more day won't kill you guys." She scooped bits of chocolate chip out of the green and licked them off the spoon. "Your girlfriend is a complex creature."

Clarke released a huff that shook her body. "No shit."

"But she cares about you. A lot." Her brow furrowed as she dug through her ice cream in search of more chocolate. "It's going to be fine. You'll see."

Clarke sighed, resting her pint against her thigh. "I just-I just want her here, you know?" Her eyes squinted as she turned her head to look at her friend. "I just want to wake up and see those bright green eyes staring back at me. I want to see that sleepy little half smile she gets just for me. It's mine and I miss it." She exhaled exasperated and stabbed her spoon into the chocolate. "This sucks."

"Wow, you have got it bad." Octavia noted, taking another spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.

Clarke simply shrugged and shifted the spoon back and forth absentmindedly.

Octavia leaned forward, placing her pint on the coffee table. She moved from her comfy chair to join Clarke on the couch. She wrapped her arm around her roommate's shoulder and pulled her in for a half hug.

"It's going to be okay." She assured her giving her a warm smile.

A small, sad smile formed on Clarke's lips. She sighed with a nod and rested her head on Octavia's shoulder….