Clarke had to admit it stung that Lexa had fled the moment she'd called it a double date. Clarke hadn't been planning on making a move on her, more like just observing her interest. And apparently, Lexa had zero interest in dating Clarke and was embarrassed to have people think so.

She walked back to her dorm room alone, feeling glum. She held no ill feelings towards Lexa. After all, it wasn't her fault if the girl was straight and had no feelings for Clarke. At least she was helping Niylah. That thought comforted her.

Clarke hoped Lexa would be in the room so they could talk, but when she arrived, the room was empty. She sighed and moved to her dresser. She took her hair out of its bun and began to brush it.

She was almost finished when Lexa walked in. "Oh good, you're here," Clarke said. "I was hoping to talk to you."

"What about?" Lexa asked, casually sitting on her bed."

"This whole double date thing," Clarke responded.

"Oh," Lexa replied, growing very red.

"Zoe got ahead of herself," Clarke explained, ignoring the bitter disappointment she felt in her gut. "I'm not asking you out or anything, I just wanna help Niylah out. And I thought it could be something fun to do to take your mind of Ontari."

"I understand," Lexa replied softly.

Clarke set her brush down and turned to face her roommate. What she was about to say died on her lips at the sight of Lexa's bloodshot eyes. "Have you been crying?" she asked.

"What?" Lexa asked. "Oh, uh, yeah," she admitted, wiping at her eyes with her hand. "I, uh, saw Ontari and had another panic attack."

Clarke sat down next to Lexa and pulled her into a hug. The other girl buried her head in Clarke's shoulder and just cried. "It's ok," Clarke whispered soothingly, running her hand up and down her back. "We're gonna get that bitch."

"You promise?" Lexa asked.

"I promise," Clarke answered.

Being so close to her roommate, Clarke felt sad again that Lexa had shown no interest in going out with her. But Clarke was already passed the point of keeping Lexa at arm's length. She felt like she and Lexa had a special bond, and there was no going back on that now.

There was a knock on the door, and Clarke got up to answer it. She was surprised to see Bellamy, John, and Emori standing in her doorway. She quickly ushered them in and had them sit on her bed. She moved back to sit next to Lexa before asking, "What's up?"

"School starts tomorrow," John said. "So we need to get our plan in order."

"Ok," Clarke agreed. "John, how much do you think we need to tell the counselor?"

"Everything," John replied quietly.

"Excuse me?" Emori asked. "I thought you were helping Lexa, not reliving your trauma."

"She's right," Clarke said. "We probably don't have to tell the counselor all the gory details."

"Won't it be therapeutic?" John asked sarcastically.

Clarke fixed a glare at him. "This is a serious matter," she huffed.

"I know," John said seriously. "And I don't want Ontari to be able to hurt anyone again ever again."

"You sure about this man?" Bellamy asked.

"Positive," John said. "And Lexa, are you willing to share your past history with Ontari?"

"I am if you are," Lexa replied. "Like you said, she has to be stopped."

Clarke could feel a sudden tension in Lexa's body. It was easy to guess the other girl didn't want to go into detail about her experience with Ontari. Clarke rubbed her back comfortingly.

"With the counselor putting pressure on the Dean, that should be enough to get her kicked out," Bellamy said. "But if it's not?"

"Then we go public," John said decisively.

"Woah, are you sure?" Clarke asked, surprised.

"Lexa, you don't have to take part in this. But I'm ready to tell the whole school my story if I have to and petition for her removal," John said, staring at Lexa.

"I'm all in," Lexa responded. "Let's get this bitch out of our school."