AN: Hello, everyone. Happy Sunday! I hope you all had a wonderful weekend. Enjoy!
Wednesday night, after Clarke's biology class, she headed back to her dorm room. She wished she could say she was heading back to get some much needed rest, but she knew that she still needed to do her literature essay that was due by tomorrow at midnight. She groaned when she thought about it. She had been studying all week for the biology test she had just taken, and she really wished she could just go back to her room and relax. She also hadn't seen Lexa since last weekend due to this incessant studying, which made her even grouchier than she already would've been anyway. When she finally reached the door to her dorm room, she pushed it open, not even bothering to say anything to her roommates as she flopped down onto her bed.
"Long day?" she heard Octavia ask from behind her.
"How was your test?" Raven asked.
Clarke rolled over to face them. "Good. I think I aced it, and I am totally happy to be done studying for it, but I still have to do an essay for my literature class."
Raven raised an eyebrow. "You don't look like you're in any mood to write an essay. Why don't you just do it tomorrow?"
"Because it's due tomorrow at midnight," Clarke said exasperatedly. "I'll have classes tomorrow, and I don't want to have to do it at the last second."
Octavia gave her a knowing look. "Because you want to spend time with Lexa?"
Clarke rolled her eyes, but there was no denying that they had caught her. She had missed Lexa in the time she had spent apart from her this week, even though it was short. Now that Lexa was her girlfriend, she wanted to spend time with the brunette every day, and she wished that she didn't have school as a necessary priority. The blonde found that she couldn't wait until she was able to move out of the dorm rooms and move in with Lexa, because then she would never have to spend a day apart from the brunette, even if she had to spend most of the day doing homework and studying. Right now, nothing sounded better than that.
"Yes, I want to spend time with Lexa," Clarke responded to her roommate. "I haven't seen her in forever, and it's kind of driving me insane."
Raven looked at her skeptically. "You haven't seen her in three days. You've gone a lot longer without her before."
Clarke huffed, crossing her arms. "Yeah, but it's different now."
"Different how?" Raven wiggled her eyebrows.
Clarke threw her pillow across the room at the brunette. "I just don't like being apart from her, so if I want to see her tomorrow, I better get to work."
"Okay, but I'm keeping your pillow," Raven claimed, putting the pillow atop hers on her bed.
Clarke just rolled her eyes as she pulled her laptop off of her desk, so she could sit on her bed and work on her essay. She would have to make sure to get the pillow back from her annoying roommate before she went to bed, since that was the only one she had, but it would have to wait for now. She really needed to get started on her essay if she wanted to spend any time with Lexa the next day.
After pulling up the assignment, she grabbed the book that her class had just read and opened it up, flipping through the pages to try to come up with a topic for the essay. The only problem was that she hadn't really paid that much attention to the book, so she didn't really feel like she knew it well enough. In that moment, she found herself wishing that she had done more than just skim over the chapters when the reading was assigned in class. She knew she would actually have to read through some of it though if she didn't want to completely fail the essay, so she settled back to read the book, trying to find something that she could write about.
Clarke hadn't found anything to write. She woke up the next morning to find that her word document, which she had opened to start the essay, was still blank, and she knew she must have fallen asleep trying to read through the book for some sort of idea. She grumbled under her breath about the fact that Octavia and Raven hadn't even bothered to wake her up when they knew that she needed to finish the essay, but Octavia was already gone, and Raven was still asleep, so she couldn't confront the two of them about it.
After her morning classes, Clarke was sitting at the coffee shop, sipping her coffee as she checked her emails, feeling rather bored. Her face brightened when she saw one from her professor saying that her afternoon class was canceled, so she would have more time to finish her essay. Clarke didn't even care to think about why her professor may have canceled a class with such short notice. However, she didn't want to go back to her boring dorm room, or even work on her essay at all. She just wanted to forget about the assignment and hang out with Lexa. Still, she knew that she had to do the essay, and Lexa was in class at the moment anyway. Figuring it might give her some motivation, she decided to head over to Lexa's apartment, and she vowed that she would have her essay finished by the time the brunette returned from class.
Clarke did not finish the essay before Lexa returned. When she first got to the apartment, she found that no one was there, so she used her brand new key to let herself in, extremely glad that Lexa had given it to her. Once inside, she went straight into Lexa's bedroom and climbed atop the bed. She slowly sipped the rest of her coffee, telling herself that she was trying to think of a good idea for her essay before she could begin, but she knew she was just stalling for time since she had absolutely no idea what to write. Once she finished her coffee, she knew that she needed to start writing something, but she ended up getting distracted by notifications on her phone. She resolved to simply check them out quickly and then get started on her assignment, but she ended up wasting at least a half an hour. She checked the clock on Lexa's nightstand, realizing that the brunette would be back soon and that she needed to get started if she wanted to be even close to finishing the stupid thing before her girlfriend returned. She forced herself to open up a word document on her laptop so that she could begin to write something, wishing that she could light Lexa's candles while she worked. She had to admit that the scent was soothing, and she was certainly stressed right now. She didn't think the brunette would mind, but she didn't want to waste something that her girlfriend cared about so much, so she resolved to work without them.
After fifteen minutes of staring at a blank screen, trying desperately to come up with an idea, and after reading a few summaries on Google, Clarke actually began to type, starting to finally begin to write her essay. She knew that it most likely was trash, but she also knew that she had to write something if she wanted to spend time with Lexa later, and she did. She really did. She also knew that it would definitely be better than not turning in anything at all. She had written two paragraphs when she heard the door to the apartment open, and seconds later, Lexa was walking into her room. The brunette jumped in surprise at the sight of someone sitting on her bed, but she instantly relaxed when she realized that it was only Clarke. The blonde smiled up at her, overjoyed to see the brunette, even though she hadn't made much progress on her essay. "Hey, Lexie. Did I scare you?"
Lexa sighed, knowing that there was no way she could lie after the way that she had so clearly jumped. "A little. I guess I'll have to get used to it now that you have the key too." Lexa paused for a second before the corners of her lips pulled down in a confused frown. "But what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in class right now?"
Clarke nodded. "I am, but my class got canceled, so I came over here to start working on some homework."
Lexa shrugged off her backpack, climbing onto the bed beside the blonde. "And how is this homework going?"
Clarke groaned. "It's not. I'm supposed to be writing an essay, but I barely even paid attention to the book, so my essay is kind of bullshit right now."
"And the book is Fahrenheit 451?" Lexa held up the book that was lying next to the blonde.
"Yes. I hate general education courses. When am I ever going to use the knowledge of what happened in this book as a doctor?" Clarke asked grumpily. She couldn't help being a little upset by the fact that she had to take a course on something that she would probably never use again in her life.
"You're not. It's the knowledge of how to write an essay that you will use," Lexa explained calmly. "I think that everyone should know how to write well, even if you don't use it on a daily basis. You never know when you might want to write a research paper or an article or something."
Clarke had to admit that she saw the point in what her girlfriend was saying, but she still didn't understand why she had to write essays about boring books instead of something scientific that she might actually have a chance of using. "I guess, but writing it about books isn't helping. I haven't ever enjoyed reading that much. Books are just a waste of time. The only ones I ever really liked were the Harry Potter series."
"Yeah, right. You were totally into the Percy Jackson series as well," Lexa reminded her knowingly, "and I seem to remember someone who had a whole bookshelf of books in her room that she treated like her most prized possessions."
Clarke rolled her eyes. "Fine. So I liked reading a lot more when I was younger, but not anymore. Especially not the books we have to read in school. They're so boring."
Lexa gasped, her mouth hanging open in mock hurt. "I'll have you know that Fahrenheit 451 is one of my favorite books."
Clarke snatched the book away from her. "Well, I need to continue my riveting essay on your favorite book then, so if you'll allow me."
Clarke had barely turned her attention back to the screen for five seconds before Lexa was speaking again. "What does the essay have to be about?"
"It can be about anything." Clarke rolled her eyes at the thought. She got why teachers did that, so as not to limit students' creative abilities by forcing them to write about one topic. Also, if she were a teacher, she knew she wouldn't want to read a bunch of essays that were basically the same. The problem was that leaving the topic open to students just made it all the more difficult for Clarke, because then she had to think of something on her own before she could even begin her paper. How was she supposed to come up with a good topic for her essay when she didn't even care about the book she was supposed to be writing it on? However, she knew that her time was slowly running out, and she needed to get back to work if she wanted to finish it in time. "It's due tonight, so I really need to get started."
Lexa took the computer off of her lap and transferred it into her own. "Lucky for you, I love the book so much that I'm willing to write this essay for you."
Clarke turned hopeful eyes up to Lexa. "Really?"
Lexa gave her a small smile. "Of course. It won't take me long. I promise."
Clarke was ecstatic to finally have the weight of the essay taken off her back, and she knew that Lexa was a fabulous writer, so she would easily get an A on the paper. After a few seconds, she felt bad for feeling so eager to let Lexa do her work for her. The brunette probably had her own homework to get started on, and she shouldn't have to sit there and write Clarke's essay for her. The blonde shook her head and reached to take the laptop back. "Lexa, you don't have to do this. It's my homework. You shouldn't have to write my essay for me."
Lexa raised an eyebrow at the blonde. "Do you want a good grade on this paper or not? You've procrastinated too long to do anything about it yourself, especially if you don't even care about the book. I want to help you, so I'm fine with writing it for you."
Clarke stopped trying to get the computer away from Lexa, but she didn't remove her hands from it. "If I let you do this, you have to let me do some of your homework for you. I remember you telling me you were struggling with chemistry. Do you have any chemistry homework I can do for you?"
Lexa looked skeptical before nodding slowly. "Yes. But how will I understand how to do the problems if I don't do the homework?"
"I'll get you through the long boring homework process and explain it to you later. I can probably explain it much quicker than you would take to do the homework anyway."
Lexa shrugged, knowing that Clarke was right, so she grabbed her own laptop off of the nightstand, logging on. Clarke watched as the brunette brought up the website that her homework was on, starting the assignment before handing the computer to Clarke. The blonde's eyes bugged out when she saw that there were 46 problems for her to do, and she really wanted to complain, but she knew she couldn't. She had literally asked for this, and Lexa was doing her essay for her, so she needed to suck it up and power through the questions. Plus, she knew she would have no problem with chemistry, and she quickly remembered how fun she had found the subject in high school as she began to breeze through the problems.
Lexa finished the essay in two hours, and it didn't take Clarke much longer than that to finish up the chemistry problems. The brunette simply sat and watched as Clarke cranked through the last few problems, and then they exchanged laptops, each wearing triumphant and satisfied grins on their faces. Clarke scrolled through her essay, reading a bit of what Lexa had written, and she knew the quality of this paper was far above anything that she would ever write in her lifetime. She quickly turned it in before she forgot, and she felt much more relaxed now that the essay that had been looming over her head for days was finally done. "Thanks, Lex. It feels so good to finally have that thing over with. I'll definitely come straight to you next time I have a stupid essay to write."
"That's completely fine, Clarke, but maybe you could tell me a little earlier next time so that I can actually help you write it instead of writing the whole thing myself." Lexa winked at her.
Clarke couldn't help but wince a bit at the brunette's words, even though she knew the other girl didn't mean them in a rude way. "Yeah. I'm really sorry about that. But I did do your homework for you, and I bet you're happy too because of how many problems that thing was."
"I honestly don't even know how you got through it so fast. It normally takes me at least twice as long to finish it."
Clarke smiled smugly, proud of herself for being able to finish it so quickly and impress Lexa. The brunette had definitely impressed her with her essay-writing skills, so Clarke liked that she was able to impress her girlfriend as well. "I got through it so fast because I remembered learning a lot of it in high school. I mean, when I first saw how many problems it was, I kind of regretted what I had gotten myself into, but when I started working on it, I found that it was honestly kind of fun."
Lexa gave her a bewildered look. "Chemistry? Fun?"
Clarke shot a knowing look right back at her girlfriend. "Don't even try and tell me you didn't have fun writing that awful essay."
"It wasn't awful. It was fun," Lexa argued, not even trying to deny it.
"Right. Literature is boring."
"Chemistry is boring!"
"I see we have reached an impasse. I don't know if I can date a girl who thinks that science is boring." Clarke stood up from the bed with a teasing grin.
"And I don't know if I can date a girl who thinks that reading is boring." Lexa crossed her arms over her chest, playing right along.
Clarke smiled wider, making her way around the bed to Lexa's side and pressing a kiss to the brunette's lips. "Can you date a girl who doesn't like reading now?"
Lexa looked up at her thoughtfully. "I might need a little more convincing."
Clarke easily obliged, leaning in again and lingering a bit longer before pulling back the slightest bit to press her forehead against Lexa's. "How about now?"
Lexa didn't respond. She simply pulled Clarke's lips back to hers again, and Clarke climbed onto the bed to straddle her girlfriend. She sighed into the kiss, having missed this a lot in the days she had spent away from the beautiful girl in front of her. She knew that she should probably start to explain the chemistry to Lexa, as she had promised to do, before it got too late, but she couldn't bring herself to pull away. She decided to simply relish the way that her lips moved against Lexa's now, while she could, because she knew Anya and Lincoln wouldn't be out for much longer.