A/N: Hey lovelies! I hope the last chapter did not disappoint - I felt like maybe quite a few people didn't really like it. :( I don't know. This chapter isn't really heavy on the Clexa, but the next couple of chapters will be more plentiful with Clexa. :)

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When Clarke woke up on Tuesday, she felt like it should've been much later in the week. As it seemed though, it really was just Tuesday, and Clarke was relatively indifferent about it. She was still in a pretty damn good mood from the previous day. The more she thought about it however, a few different things began to become more and more apparent to her. For one, she was slightly mad at herself for making Lexa feel as good as Lexa had made her feel. But that was an easy problem to solve. What wasn't an easy problem to solve was the fact that Clarke was now in a relationship that she wasn't sure if she was ready to share with anymore people than those who already knew about it.

For one, telling her mother would result in the last strings in her mom-daughter relationship probably being snipped apart with those fancy little scissors that left no fraying string. Perhaps if she waited long enough to tell her mom, and their relationship progressed enough to the point that they could actually discuss certain problems without taking completely opposing sides, maybe then her mother would be able to understand.

Her mother, however, was not the only problem. Wells, who still didn't really know the nature of Clarke's relationship with Lexa, was already skeptical of it – despite whatever he had said to her about it the previous week. How would Jasper and Monty react? And Octavia may be completely supportive of both Lexa and Clarke and their relationship, but that didn't really anything at all about Bellamy. It said nothing definitive about Raven and Finn either – especially since Raven had been cooing over how cute Bellamy and Clarke would be together.

And on top of that, there was still just the entire world, which was constantly trying to find anything different about anyone and using that thing to make them out to be something awful.

Clarke didn't really know how to, or want to, specifically define her sexual orientation, or her sexuality, or whatever. What she did know was that she really liked Lexa, and she wasn't ashamed of that. Not in the slightest.

But that didn't mean that she wasn't scared of whatever other people would think.

She couldn't really be blamed for that, could she?

These thoughts clouded her thoughts as she got to school on Tuesday, and she was slightly glad to see that she'd arrived a bit late. That meant that she could go straight to class, and hopefully have time to try and act like she wasn't having a mental war with herself before seeing Lexa at lunch.

She didn't want Octavia to notice either, so as soon as she saw her, she began to immediately draw her attention to something else. "Hey," she greeted. "Did you still want to go bowling this weekend?"

Octavia tilted her head. "I don't remember saying anything about wanting to do that. I would like to have a party this weekend, though."

"Wait," Clarke said, now actually confused as she furrowed her eyebrows, "Bellamy said that you wanted to go bowling."

"Well, Bellamy was lying," Octavia said. "I had going bowling with him. I like it in general, but he always wins by cheating."

Clarke was slightly confused as to how Bellamy allegedly cheated, but she was more confused by the conflicting conversations. "Okay, so why would Bellamy have asked me and Lexa if we were busy yesterday if it wasn't because you said you wanted to hang out?"

"Maybe he was trying to see if you were busy so he could ask you out," Octavia suggested.

Clarke shook her head. "He asked me out anyway, before lunch yesterday," she admitted. "That was after Lexa and I told him we were busy after school."

Now Octavia looked equally confused. She tilted her head. "Bellamy has been acting kind of weird, not gonna lie." She looked over her shoulder at Raven, who seemed to be quickly bullshitting some answers on her history homework that was due in about five minutes. "Hey, have you noticed anything weird about Bellamy lately?"

Raven looked up, raising her eyebrows a bit. "He's always weird," she stated.

"No shit. I mean besides that," Octavia said.

"I mean... I don't know? Yesterday was the first day that he wasn't staring at Clarke all through lunch, if that counts," Raven contributed. "Why?"

"He told Clarke that I said something that I didn't say, but it's no big deal," Octavia insisted, and Raven nodded, going back to her unfinished homework. Octavia looked back at the blonde. "I'll try to figure out what's up with my crazy brother."

Clarke nodded, and then the bell rang out through the school, and Mr. Sanchez began speaking. Clarke sat down, the conflicting thoughts about whether or not to come out wiped successfully from her head as she tried to figure out what was up with Bellamy Blake.

However, Bellamy didn't seem to be too off or weird when he came by Clarke's locker before lunch. "Hey," she greeted him.

"Hey," he replied. "How's your Tuesday treating you so far, princess?"

"Alright," she answered, shrugging. "It'd be better if there wasn't school."

"As per usual," he agreed, smiling. "Hey, could you do me a favor?" They were walking to lunch by now, and Bellamy's voice had dropped a bit in volume.

"What's up?" Clarke asked, raising a concerned eyebrow.

"Have you met Lincoln yet?" Clarke shook her head. "Could you try to meet him somehow and like see what kind of person he is? I'd do it myself, but Octavia is very adamant that I don't get involved."

Clarke shrugged. "I have a better idea," she suggested. "So, Octavia has her first date with him on Friday, right?" Bellamy nodded. "So, plan a party on Saturday and invite him. Then, we can all see what kind of person he is. I'm sure that he's great for Octavia, since she likes him so much, but if it's that big of a deal... Anyway, if he's going to date Octavia, he should get to know all of us, shouldn't he?"

Bellamy nodded. "That's not a bad idea. Except, our parents are going to be here on Saturday. We're spending the day with them – but they go to bed early when they're home, and we can't really have a party while they're asleep in the next room."

"So can we have the party as someone else's house?" Clarke asked, no longer talking in a hushed voice at all, since it wasn't really necessary at this point.

"Yours?" Bellamy suggested.

Clarke blinked. "Um no."

"Why not?"

"You've never met my mother, Bellamy. She probably wouldn't even be home, but it just wouldn't be a good idea. Trust me," Clarke insisted.

"I'll ask Raven then," Bellamy said, not arguing with the blonde, as they approached their lunch table.

"Ask me what?" Raven asked, having heard them talking as they'd approached.

"Can we have a party at your place on Saturday night?"

Raven was already shaking her head. "Nope."

"Finn?" Bellamy asked, as the other guy sat down. Octavia and Lexa were now the only ones of their usual group not yet seated – Wells, Jasper and Monty were also not there yet.

"Huh? Party on Saturday? I'm in, but my mom's going to be home that night," Finn answered, giving Bellamy an apologetic look.

"Why can't we have it at your house?" Raven asked Bellamy.

"Have what at our house?" Octavia asked, taking her spot in between Clarke and Raven. As she sat down, Lexa reached the table and sat as well. Clarke immediately made eye contact with her and smiled involuntarily. Lexa returned the smile without hesitation, and Clarke felt her heart jump a little bit.

"A party," Bellamy was answering Octavia. "On Saturday."

"Oh," Octavia said. "Our parents are going to home," she answered Raven.

Bellamy looked at Lexa. "How about your place?"

Lexa shrugged. "Yeah, sure," she answered. "My sister will be gone by then, anyway."

"Your sister is staying with you?" Raven asked. Though the other girl did not know the specifics of Anya and Lexa's relationship, Clarke assumed that everyone there knew that Lexa and her older sister definitely did not get along.

Lexa answered Raven with some words that Clarke didn't catch, because her attention had been diverted as Wells, Jasper and Monty sat down to her left, in the same spots as the previous day. "Hey," Wells said to her, giving her a small smile.

Clarke returned it, and then her attention was drawn back to the conversation about the party. "Well then its settled," Bellamy was saying, "we'll have it at Lexa's house. You could invite Lincoln if you wanted, Octavia."

Octavia looked at her brother wearily, but then she glanced at Raven, who was nodding with enthusiasm. "Fine," she agreed, "but Bellamy, I swear if you mess up anything between him and me, I will personally see to it that –"

"Alright, girly," Raven cut her off, nudging her friend in the side even though she was trying to not laugh.

Octavia glared at Raven for a moment, but then she just turned around and looked at the other end of the table, where Clarke's friends were. "If it's cool with Lexa," she said, "you guys are definitely invited as well."

Lexa nodded, and Clarke smiled encouragingly at her other friends. Jasper and Monty were already nodding in agreement – their excitement was obvious and that made Clarke smile a bit wider. Wells, however, hesitated.

"Um. I don't know," Wells muttered, apprehensive.

"Well, you don't have to," Bellamy piped up.

"But if you want to," Clarke added, giving Bellamy a slight glare, "you can."

When lunch ended, and Clarke and Lexa were leaving the cafeteria, Clarke asked, "Can you hang out later?"

Lexa gave her an apologetic look before she even spoke. "No. Anya is being insistent on sister bonding time. Or something."

"That could end up going well though, couldn't it?" Clarke asked, trying to be hopeful, since the idea of Lexa's afternoon going badly bummed Clarke out. Lexa just shrugged, and Clarke blinked. "Oh hey, before I forget. I have your sweatshirt in my locker."

Lexa gave her a soft smile. "Don't worry about it. I don't need it."

Clarke raised an eyebrow and then she nodded. "You sure?" Lexa nodded, and then she gave Clarke a small wave as her path carried her toward her next class.

Next period was art for Clarke, and she found herself so completely absorbed into the abstract sketch that had been assigned to her the previous day that she had nearly missed that the bell had rung. Everyone was already getting up to leave as she realized class was over, and she quickly slipped away her pencils and her sketchbook and put her bag over her shoulder.

As she left the classroom, her phone vibrated in her pocket. Furrowing her eyebrows a bit, she grabbed it.

From Octavia – Hey so update. Talked to Bell. He thinks there's something going on between you and Lex. Guess it wasn't just obvious to me. Good luck with that. XD

To Octavia – What did you say?

From Octavia – Told him he was crazy. Don't worry girl, I got your back.

From Octavia – But are you just gonna keep hiding your relationship with Lexa? I mean, you're official now. It's gonna be a load of shit to keep it a secret. It's not like anyone's gonna care anyway.

To Octavia – I don't know.

Clarke turned off her phone and slipped it into her pocket, not eager to continue talking about the subject. She was aware that it was something she had to think about, but she'd successfully pushed it out of her mind for the majority of her day, and it felt unfair for Octavia to force her to think about it again already.

Sixth period was boring, but since they'd had a test the previous day, it was less strenuous. However, Octavia was in the class, so she desperately avoided the brunette's eye contact, and by the time she got to seventh period, Clarke had had enough time to contemplate the issue of coming out.

Not enough time to get anywhere near an answer of what to do, but enough time to think about it, that was for sure.

"Hey," Lexa said, sitting down in her normal seat next to Clarke.

Clarke flashed her a smile, but she wasn't really up for talking, and she felt a little bad about it.

"Are you okay?" Lexa asked, clearly concerned.

"I'm fine," Clarke insisted. "Bellamy's just being weird and I'd rather be done with school for the day."

Lexa gave Clarke a sympathetic look, and then class began, and they could not say anything else to one another. Unlike the previous day, Lexa was back into her normal, intensely focused self during English class. She took down all the notes diligently, and Clarke tried to do the same, but she was more interested in watching Lexa. She'd noticed from the first day of them being in the same English class that Lexa always seemed genuinely interested in the discussion. Perhaps that was due to the fact that she actually enjoyed reading and writing.

Clarke wondered about Lexa's writing, because she'd mentioned at some point in the previous few weeks. Clarke figured that dancing was more important to the brunette than the art of words, but the blonde imagined that Lexa would be quite good with them. She really had nothing to go on besides just knowing Lexa, and from that alone, she could just tell.

When the bell rang, Lexa began sliding her binder away into her bag. "Hey," she said gently to Clarke, "I don't have to go straight home, if you want to hang out for a little bit."

"Thought you had sister bonding time?" Clarke asked, though she was not at all disappointed by the proposal.

"It's not until five. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that going home before then has really no point. I can't even go into my dance studio without her being around. Which is annoying, because I need to practice," Lexa muttered.

"If I had a dance studio," Clarke said, "I would offer to let you use it."

The brunette smiled. "Thanks, but I guess I'll be fine. Want to grab some coffee?" Clarke nodded, grabbing her backpack, and following Lexa out of the class room. When they reached the parking lot, Lexa said, "I can drive you to the coffee place if you want – I'll bring you back here for your car."

"Sure," Clarke agreed, and then she followed the brunette to her car. "So, what do you have to practice for? Dancing wise, I mean."

A small smile played on Lexa's face as she unlocked her car door. "There's a recital," she stated, as the two of them slid into the front two seats. "I don't dance for any studio, but I used to, and they invited me a few weeks back to dance in their first recital. It's in a couple of weeks." Lexa started her car, and pulled out of the parking lot.

"That's so cool," Clarke said, smiling widely. "When's the last time you did a recital?"

"When I danced at that studio," Lexa answered honestly. "Freshman year, I guess. I kind of miss it. Dancing in front of people is a completely different experience than dancing alone. For one, there's added pressure, and I work better under pressure."

"Really?" Clarke asked, and Lexa nodded.

"Also, it's just exhilarating to dance in front of people," Lexa added. She sounded so engulfed in the thought of her recital. "Not that I can see any of them during the performance – it's dark everywhere but the stage. But the light is hot, and it follows a dancer across the stage and traces their every move."

Clarke was smiling, simply because Lexa was adorable.

Lexa's green gaze flickered away from the road and at Clarke. "What?" she asked.

"Nothing," Clarke lied. "Don't look away from the road, it's dangerous."

Lexa did as she was told, but she still raised an eyebrow. "Why were you looking at me weird?"

"I wasn't," Clarke said. "You look so passionate when you talk about dancing. It's cute."

A blush spread across Lexa's cheeks. "Mm."

"So," Clarke said, effectively changing the topic with her tone, "are you nervous to hang out with your sister?" She already knew the answer – Lexa had suggested coffee, after all.

Lexa nodded. "Yeah. I don't know why. I feel like she wants to talk about... all of it again. It's all she ever wants to talk about when we actually talk, even though its usually her just talking like she knows every detail of it."

"That's what she wanted to talk to you about when she came during the first week of school – when we first met," Clarke stated, without having to ask. Lexa nodded in response.

"I just hope that one day, she'll realize that we've talked about it enough to forget it all. I've put most of it behind me, but talking about it with her every time I see her is still a little hard," Lexa admitted, exhaling carefully. "Anyway. What's up with Bellamy?"

"It's nothing," Clarke answered, as Lexa pulled up into a parking spot in front of the little coffee shop they'd arrived at. The brunette than gave her an unconvinced look. She let out a light breath. "He told Octavia that he thinks something is going on between us."

"Does that bother you?" Lexa asked, her tone suddenly careful. She was getting out of the car, though, clearly still eager to get her coffee, so Clarke followed suit.

"I mean... I don't know," Clarke answered. "Does it bother you?"

"Not particularly. It's just Bellamy, after all. He hardly has a real mean bone in his body when it comes to his friends, and he likes you as a person. I don't think it would make him dislike you at all, if that's what you're worried about," Lexa stated. "As for me, I think he's suspected my sexuality for nearly a year now anyway. I've done nothing to hide it, there's just really been nothing to show it."

Clarke didn't look at Lexa as they walked into the coffee shop – instead she looked around to see if anyone she knew was in it. Luckily, there was no one.

They were in line for coffee when Clarke spoke again. "So, you would come out?"

"I've only not done so because it's been easier to not. It kept people from bugging me about relationships and past relationships, and it's allowed me to heal from what Eva did to me. But it becomes much harder to stay hidden when you're in a relationship," Lexa said, looking carefully at the blonde, who noticed even though she wasn't looking at her.

They reached the counter, and Lexa ordered herself a drink. Clarke got the same thing, not really caring what kind of coffee she got, and a few minutes later, they were sitting a table with their warm coffee drinks. Clarke took a deep breath, and a sip of her coffee. "I'm just scared of what people would think of me. I mean... I don't really care, but it's a daunting thought anyway, that everyone might somehow hate me for no reason. I've never... really been one for big groups of friends, and anything that could possibly ruin what I have now scares me."

Lexa didn't say anything, simply taking a long drink from her coffee. It occurred to Clarke that she may have just made Lexa more nervous with the discussion, and she suddenly felt guilty. However, it was difficult just to diverge from the discussion.

"I don't know, Lexa," is what she chose to say, exhaling quietly. "I guess I mean... I guess everyone in our friend group would be fine. But if I told my mom... she would go berserk."

"No one is asking you to tell your mom," Lexa stated, her voice sounding reassuring. "Trust me, when I say coming out, I don't mean telling my mom either. If my sister can barely handle it, my mother would... I don't even want to think about it."

"So does that mean that you're asking me to tell everyone else?" Clarke asked, biting on her lower lip.

Lexa blinked. "No, I'm not," Lexa answered, seeming to have missed her choice of words in her previous statement. "I just think that if you don't, it will just get harder to hide it."

"But do you want me to?" Clarke wondered, realizing that her decision would impact her girlfriend as well. Why that hadn't been obvious to her already she wasn't sure. "If I don't, you can't either."

Lexa's gaze dropped a little. "I think that you are scared they will react badly, but I've known them for longer than you, and I don't think that they will."

She hadn't answered the question one way or the other, but it was easy to guess what her opinion was. Clarke took a sip of her coffee. "Can I think about it for a little while? I didn't really think about this at all until today, and I feel awful. But... I'm scared."

"You don't need to be scared, Clarke," Lexa said, her voice as soothing as always, "but of course."

Yes I do, Clarke thought, as a sudden realization hit her. I can't lose them, any of them.

That was the first moment that it dawned on her that her new friends were completely more than distractions. They were holding her together, making her feel alive, fulfilling something that Clarke had always wanted, or needed, deep down.

She couldn't lose them.

The question was, would she?

Anyone have any guesses on IF and WHEN and HOW Clarke will decide to come out to her friends? How about her mom - will she?

I tried not to focus this story on the whole gay part, but since both Clarke and Lexa are presently in the closet, I kind of have to take on that part of the storyline to keep it real. Because sadly, coming out is a thing most people have to go through before they can truly accept themselves, and Clarke is already trying to heal from many different things, and staying in the closet is slowing down any healing she can do.

Sooo hope this chapter was enjoyable even though it was sort of low on Clexa adorableness and whatnot.

Anyway, so it's currently Wednesday, 1PM, and I woke up about an hour ago lol. But last night I had one of the weirdest dreams ever. Part of it was a weird twist between school and some other random stuff, but the weird part was when I was best friends with Clarke, and she was dating Lexa. Like, in my dream. And for some reason, Lexa hated me (it was painful). (Random: In the dream, Lexa and I were wearing the same shirt by 'coincidence'. This was also the shirt that I was sleeping in). Then, halfway through that part of the dream, I like switched perspectives so that I like... WAS Clarke, which was more fun because then Lexa didn't hate me lol.

It was just a really strange dream ngl. XD

Next chapter is 5,000 words. I probably won't update again today, possibly tomorrow, but that's Thanksgiving so maybe Friday instead. Idk, we'll see. Have a lovely day, I love you all and PLEASE REVIEW! (Or PM me or DM me on Twitter ;D )