Well today may or may not be Wednesday… Sorry about not updating sooner but I got a job for the summer at a horse farm and have been pretty busy for the past 4 days or so. But hopefully now I can adjust to the new schedule and get more chapters out, yay. As always let me know what you think and let me know if I messed anything up.

The rest of the day goes by without problem until of course last period.

By the time I get into class, Lexa's already sitting at our usual lab table with Cage and his posy nowhere in sight.

I fall heavily into my seat with a loud huff. It makes Lexa snap her head in my direction causing a coy shit eating grin to cover her beautiful face. "Oh hi there Clarke, didn't see you there."

"Aw shut it great Commander." I say shoving Lexa in the shoulder nearly knocking her out of her chair.

"Watch it Clarke!" Lexa exclaims grabbing onto me so she doesn't fall out of her chair.

"Alright class settle down." No one settles down. "Hey I said settle down!" Everyone shuts up.

"Thank you. Now today we will be learning about the advanced structures of the muscular structure of the human body." I cast a quick glance over to Lexa, but she has head buried in her notes, utterly focused on what Professor Gustus is saying.

Mercifully, class goes by without a problem. Without a fight braking out we actually manage to get through the material we need to and still have several minutes to work on our projects before the bell rings. Of course Lexa and I don't use the time to work on our project like the good students we're supposed to be.

"So where do you think Cage and his posy are today?"

"I have no idea but I really don't care either." I reply, shoving my notebooks into my bag as the bell rings. "Because you need to get to football practice and I need to not go to cheerleading practice, so grab your stuff and let's go!"

"Ha ha, calm down Clarke. It's not like we're going to miss anything. You or Indra are not going to let me run or do drill or anything fun except physical therapy. I've had enough of that to last me a life time Clarke." I can't help but chuckle as we make our way to the door. Sadly just as we're about to walk through a heavy hand lands on my shoulder stopping me in my tracks.

"Clarke, Lexa. A word please, and close the door." Professor Gustus says from behind us and by his tone it's not a request so of course Lexa and I oblige. He pulls 2 chairs to face his desk and sits behind his own. Once Lexa and I are seated he finally addresses us.

"Okay, despite what you two might think, I'm not oblivious." I can see Lexa shift in her seat next to me out of the corner of my eye. "Lexa, I'm sure that Clarke has told you or that you've heard about the boys who got expelled last year because of the relationship they were in." Oh shit…

"Now I'm also sure that Clarke has told you how angry Indra and I were about hearing why they were expelled." Lexa barely nods her head in acknowledgment. Professor Gustus lets out a heavy sigh, he really does that a lot. "I just wanted you two to know that I don't care if you're together. I actually think it's great and that you'll be good for each other." Both Lexa and I's checks turn a bright red at his words.

"But I want to warn you both. I have no idea what the administration's problems are, but I will tell you now that they come from way above even Dean Jaha's head. As far as I'm aware, with the events of last year, the whole teaching, coaching, and on school staff were in an uproar, even Jaha. As for the students, Clarke can tell you that there were several riots and protests in the main quad for weeks. I guess what I'm trying to say is, be careful. I really don't want you guys to get expelled for something as ridiculous as being in a relationship with someone you care about." The tension in the room after Gustus falls silent could be cut with a knife, luckily Gustus has a great way with words.

"Great talk girls! Now get out of my classroom because you have 7 minutes to be changed and on the football field." Lexa and I literally leap out of our chairs and fly through the door.

"Do you have clothes with you?" Lexa asks.

"Yeah what about you?" I throw over my shoulder pushing through the double doors that lead outside.

"Yeah I'm good."

We manage to actually make it onto the field just in time, still pulling shoes and shirts on, but on time.

"Alright! Everyone listen up!" Indra yells from the center of the field. "Today we're going to be split into two teams and working separately. Offense, you're coming with me. Defense, you're going with Quint. At 6:30 I want all of your sorry asses back here for a scrimmage. Is that understood?" A loud chorus of yes sir is yelled back as a reassurance that everyone heard Indra loud and clear. Once everyone runs off to where they're supposed to be, Indra walk over to where Lexa and I are standing a few feet away from where the main huddle was.

"Glad to see you're on time for once." Lexa bows her head in understanding. "You and Clarke are going to be working over by me and the offense. I still want you to see what you'll have to work with when you can get back to practice and I want to keep an eye on you two." We both nod in understanding and follow Indra as she walks over to where the offensive players are waiting.

"For the scrimmage though, I want your full attention on what is going on. Also, at the end I want you to let me know what you think of our current quarterback. That's him, Dax. Once you recover enough to get back into practice, he'll start training as your back up." Indra gestures to a rather tall thin boy standing with Bellamy and Lincoln. There's nothing really striking about him, average build, blondish brown hair, uniform hanging loosely off his shoulders. He really doesn't look like he could take a hit very well. But it's his eyes that catch your attention. They're a typical light brown color, but how they look make me stop in my tracks. They look wild, crazed, unfocused, like he could lose it any moment but no one else seems to notice or be very concerned.

"Well, I guess I'll leave you two to do whatever you need to do. I can't leave these boys alone to long otherwise they'll start slacking off." Indra turns to said boys ad blows her whistle so loud I'm pretty sure my ears are bleeding. Lexa and I walk maybe 50 feet away from the gathering boys to start what will hopefully be a peaceful session of light stretching.

Thankfully something went right for once. Lexa and I used the hour and a half to ourselves to get to know each other more. Lexa told me about her and Anya, how she got interested in football and track, and I even managed to drag out a few childhood stories from her. I in turn told her more about my life here at Ark High and what all those summers alone were like, but also about when I was younger growing up with Wells. I even told her about how Raven, Octavia, and I first met. And thanks to our continued dialogue an hour and a half flew by and before we knew it Indra was blowing her whistle for everyone to meet in the middle of the field again.

"Listen up everyone. You have 30 minutes to prove to Gustus, Quint, and I why you deserve to be play on varsity this year. This scrimmage and the one we will have in 2 weeks will determine what team you are on and what string you are. After today, you will be split into two separate groups. The ones we think will play varsity in one and the ones we think still need work in another. Remember these groups can change after the second scrimmage! If you are put in the bottom group, in two weeks prove to us why you deserve to be moved onto the varsity group. If you're make the varsity group this week you better be ready to prove to us in two weeks why you still deserve to be there. Now everyone get where you're supposed to be! Now!" Boys are running every which direction to get into their proper positions it's almost comical. Indra, Gustus, and Quint come to stand next to Lexa and I on the sidelines to watch and make notes on the boys' performances.

In the first couple of rounds, the only person I recognize on the field is Dax as the quarterback though a few boys look familiar on the defensive line. At some point Bellamy and Lincoln get cycled in. Bellamy is on the outside position ready to run his designated route while Lincoln stands next to the snapper feet set and ready to defend Dax and the ball. When Indra blow her whistle for them to start everything is over in a matter of seconds. Bellamy takes off down the field, easily out running his defender leaving him wide open. Lincoln on the other hand has his hands full with a defender, easily standing him up at the line. Dax finally sees Bellamy down field and throws the ball. I watch as Bellamy runs even faster to get under the ball as Dax over threw the pass. By some miracle Bellamy manages to jump into the air and grab the ball with one hand, pulling it back into his body as he hits the ground in the end zone.

The offensive line goes wild with Bellamy's amazing catch, running to congratulate him while the three coaches next to me quickly write down notes on the play. I feel Lexa shift closer to me so that she can easily lean down and whisper into my ear.

"What you saw there was an amazing effort on Bellamy's part. He will definitely be on the varsity team. Lincoln also did an amazing job of holding up his man on the line. He gave Dax several extra seconds to finally throw the ball. If Lincoln hadn't done that then Dax would be on his ass and Bellamy's talent would have not have been put to use. He'll most likely be joining Bellamy on the varsity team. As for what you saw Dax do, that was what a rookie would do and from what I've heard from Indra, he's been your quarterback for two years." I nod my head in agreement because now that I see him play, I do recognize Dax.

At almost every game last year it seemed that he managed to screw us over by his in ability to actually play. But before I could say anything Indra's blowing her whistle again and dismissing the team telling them that the groups will be announced tomorrow before practice. The team huddles up one last time where Bellamy leads them. After all of the boys are back in the locker room, Gustus, Indra, and Quint turn to Lexa.

"Okay Lexa, now that you've gotten to see the boys actually play some, what do you think?" Gustus asks, clipboard still out and pen still in hand.

"You definitely have potential to be very good. Your defense is strong and stout on the line and pretty good with shallow and mid coverage but still needs some work on deep coverage and along with staying with their target, so probably speed drills would be the best while the line needs to work on overwhelming the offensive quickly. Your offense actually looks pretty good. You will definitely need to utilize Bellamy's ability to ditch his defender/speed and his determination to catch the ball. Lincoln on the other hand needs to stay where he is. He added at least three seconds to Dax's time to throw the ball, time which I'm sure you are well aware of could make all of the difference. And your running game looks to in top performance. The only big problem on your offensive line is Dax. He plays too fearfully like he's afraid to get hit. He also doesn't have good control of the ball or enough strength to pull off difficult throws. You could teach him, but it will take a while and he needs to stay in the pocket, he was running all over the place. That makes him more at risk to be tackled in the backfield." All three coaches are quickly writing down everything Lexa says, going back to previous pages and making new notes while revising old ones.

"Alright, thank you Lexa. We'll take everything into account. Girls see Monday and have a nice weekend." Lexa and I nod turning around to go back to the girl's locker room when Gustus calls out to us again, making us turn around to look at him.

"Just remember what I told you earlier. There are some people who will use any excuse to get you kicked out of this school."

Gustus's words ring in my ears for the rest of the night. While we were cleaning up for dinner, during dinner, after we got back to our room, and even while we were supposed to be working on homework. I know Lexa understands, but it seemed that I really freaked out Octavia and Raven at dinner since my phone has been buzzing nonstop. I'm finally snapped out of my thoughts when Lexa pushes our books off my bed and pulled me down to lay next to her.

"You still thinking about what Gustus said then?" Lexa whispers into the new darkness.

"I can't stop thinking about what he said. If I get expelled before I turn 18 I'll have to go into the system and there's no way I'll survive." I mumble back, burying my head in Lexa's neck. I breathe in her unique smell of pine trees, sweat, and earth, something that I can't help but wonder about but yet have quickly grown to love.

"Hey, it's going to be okay Clarke. No one is going to find out, at least those that we can't trust. I'm sure Raven and Octavia will figure it out soon enough and I'm pretty sure Bellamy and Lincoln have their suspicions already. We just have to make sure Cage, his posy, and anyone loyal to him don't figure it out or get any kind of proof. Because without proof it's just their word against ours." I take a shuttering breath and nod in agreement.

"Yeah, I think you're right, and knowing Raven and Octavia I'm surprised they're not pounding on the door demanding we tell them yet." I quip back making Lexa's chest rise and fall with quiet laughter.

"Of course I'm right Clarke, I am the Commander after all, and the Commander is never wrong." I snort and roll on top of her, holding her hands above her head.

"Is that so, oh great Commander?"

"You dare doubt me Clarke of the Sky People?" Sky People, that's what everyone calls the cheerleading team since we're in the air so much.

"I'm not doubting you, I'm just saying that you have to be wrong sometimes. Everyone is wrong sometime."

"But the Commander is never wrong. I have the wisdom of hundreds of Commanders before me or says the legend back at Polis." I snort trying to come up with some clever retort but can't come up with one.

"Just shut up, you talk too much." I whisper before pressing my lips against hers to finally silence them.

The kiss starts off slow, nothing more than slow chaste lips working slowly at each other careful not to hurt Lexa's three rips in her's. I let go of Lexa's hands to tangle one of mine in her hair while the other gently brushes at the stupid gash running down her check. With her hands freed, Lexa brings one up to cup the back of my neck, bringing us even closer while the other goes to my hip where her thumb rubs obscure patters against the exposed skin there. This sends a shutter down my spine that makes Lexa's lips curl into a smug smile. And that was the turning point. Lexa her tongue against my bottom lip seeking permission to enter and I'm really in no position to deny her. As our tongues fight for dominance of the kiss, Lexa wraps one of her legs around my back and in one motion flips without separating our lips so that I'm now pinned under her tall lean beautiful body.

But just as I'm pulling Lexa's shirt off we hear it. The low creak and groan of centuries old floor boards. We instantly pull apart, Lexa more or less leaping into her bed and pulling the covers over herself not a moment too soon because just as Lexa's head hits her pillow our door creaks open letting the bright light of the hallway floods in for several seconds as the teacher on duty checks to make sure that there are two bodies in two beds. As soon as the door is shut and the sounds of footsteps are long gone, Lexa's back in my bed pushing me over so that my head is resting on her shoulder and the rest of my body is curled tightly into her side.

"That was a close one huh?" Lexa retorts, wrapping her arms tightly around my waist.

"Yeah maybe a little too close." I feel Lexa nod in response and an easy silence falls between us for some time, the only sound that I can hear is the steady beating of Lexa's heart. But I find that the question that's been nagging me since the end of practice is more pressing than the silence.

"Hey Lex?" I feel rather than hear her hum, "No offense to your Commanderness, but why were Quint, Indra, and Gustus so adamant about hearing your thoughts on the team?"

"I was wondering when you would ask me that." Lexa shifts slightly so that I'm more on her than not. "At the very first practice on Monday, I guess my only practice, they asked me to evaluate the team as a whole after a small scrimmage to determine what needs to be worked on. You see Clarke, back at Polis before I got there, there really was no football team or legacy. I more or less built the whole thing myself. Of course there were coaches and staff there, but they didn't really have any idea what they were doing. I gave them play books, coaching techniques, everything to build a state champion team. And if you go back and look at the two teams I played with while I was there you can see that they are almost identical in make-up. I wanted a strong defense more than anything so I built one. I made sure that the line men were big and strong, but also nimble and quick on their feet. I made sure the pass protection was fast and could also catch like a receiver. I made sure my offense was just as strong as I was. That the runners knew their routes and trick plays and that my defenders knew how to give me the most amount of time to make a throw. Indra, Quint, and Gustus are some of the only people that have figured out that I designed and basically built my team. I guess they respect my ability to make a strong team and wanted my input for their roster." Lexa says all of this like it's the most normal thing in the world.

"Oaky, I can totally respect that, but what about Dax?"

"What about him?"

"Is he really that bad or are you just looking for an excuse to get rid of your competition?" Lexa lets out a half snort half chuckle.

"No Clarke I'm not just saying what I did to get rid of him. He truly is that bad. And I'll tell you why. I'm sure you saw his eyes when we first walked up." I nod slowly thinking I was the only one to have seen, "The guy is scared out of his mind of being tackled. If you watch his form, he moves around way too much and he doesn't plant his feet when he throws. This makes his throws much more inaccurate and his range much shorter. He also doesn't think with his head." She taps the top of my head then, "But instead thinks with his heart. He doesn't make the rational choice of where to throw, he makes based on how much he likes the person he's throwing too. All of these things make him not only a bad quarterback but also a bad leader. From my experience, a team usually follows their best leader which in most teams is their quarterback or someone on their offensive line, a high scorer for instance. They do this because they hold a seat of power, of respect, and of discipline. When a team lacks in a good strong leader, they suffer. They have no cause to fight behind and they have no person to look to for guidance or strength. And that's why Dax is a bad quarterback, not because I want to get him out of my way so that I can be the only logical choice as quarterback, but because he is in the way of the team and what they can achieve." I think carefully about that Lexa's said about Dax and think back to practice to see if I can think of what she was talking about. Surprisingly I can see exactly what she's talking about. I think back to when Bellamy caught his wild throw. No one went to congratulate him, but went straight to Bellamy.

"Yeah I get what you're saying. And I never really thought you were getting rid of him just so you could play. I've seen you play. There's no way in hell he would ever be able to beat you out for the job."

"Well thank you for the vote of confidence Clarke, it's much appreciated." I hum in acknowledgement suddenly too tired to answer. It's only moments later that I vaguely hear Lexa mutter a goodnight before I lose my battle with sleep.

I just love dragging this out longer than it needs to be. But get ready for the next chapter, it's going to be just a little different. Hopefully it will be out in a couple of days.