A/N: Hello beautifuls! :D I hope the cliffhanger didn't leave you guys in too much of a wreck! It was a pretty mild one, though.

This chapter is a bit intense. It was awesome to hear what you guys thought was gonna happen - some of you were pretty close. To be honest, while writing this chapter, I had like 4 ideas as I was writing and had to stick with one. Funnily enough, I told my sister that later and she was like "pick the third one" and I already had picked the third idea, so fate told me that it was okay to keep it the way I have it.

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Clarke woke up on time on Friday, and as she was getting ready, Lexa texted her to tell her that she, on the other hand, had definitely not, and that she was barely going to make it to school on time. Clarke immediately asked her if she would be going to the soccer field, and Lexa had answered with a negative, so Clarke decided to be a super fucking awesome girlfriend.

Because she knew that if Lexa woke up late, she wouldn't have time to go and buy coffee, and Clarke knew that her girlfriend had to be nervous by now about her recital later. So she left as early as she could and went by the coffee shop nearest to the school, buying herself a coffee as well as one for the brunette, and then she got to school probably a few minutes before Lexa would.

She stood at the edge of the parking lot, finishing up her own coffee and then tossing the cup in the garbage as she waited for her girlfriend. A few people passed her, looking longingly at the coffee or wondering why she was standing there, but Clarke barely noticed them.

Finally, Lexa got to school looking completely rushed, but physically, her appearance was just as flawless as normal. Not a hair of her dark, wavy locks was out of place, and her makeup was perfect, and Clarke couldn't take her eyes off of her girlfriend, who approached the school looking winded and distracted.

"Hey sleepy head," Clarke called to her as she approached, and Lexa looked to her, relaxing physically.

"You didn't have to wait for me," Lexa stated. Clarke shrugged and extended to coffee to the beautiful girl in front of her, and Lexa glanced down at it. "How did you know I was in the mood for coffee?"

"Girlfriend's intuition?" Clarke asked, amused slightly.

Lexa looked like she wanted to question it further, but instead she just gratefully took the cup and took a long drink from it. "Thank you," she said afterward.

"No problem, babe," Clarke replied, smiling happily at the brunette as they both started into the school. "Are you excited for tonight?"

"Nervous," Lexa admitted, "but yeah, I'm excited. And oh, Anya is going to be there."

"Oh, really?" Clarke asked, slightly surprised.

Lexa nodded. "She called me late last night and we hashed it out, but then I mentioned the recital and she said she was gonna come down for the weekend to watch it. She also seems a little more chill about everything. Like she made a side comment about my sexuality that actually sounded like it was supposed to be funny rather than judgmental. So that's good."

"Good," Clarke said, smiling and being kept from saying anymore words by the loud ringing of the bell. "I'll see you at lunch?"

"Obviously," Lexa returned, smiling. "Thanks for the coffee." She gave Clarke a quick peck on the lips before they both had to split up to go to their classes.

Clarke got to her first period, and Octavia immediately asked her, "Clarke, are you excited to watch your girlfriend dance later?" She was wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"Is that supposed to have a double meaning?"

"Yeah," Raven piped up. "She's pretty sure you two are going to bang backstage."

"What? Aren't there usually people back there?" Clarke asked, crossing her arms at her friends after setting her stuff on her desk.

"Because I know that you're going to be horny as fuck after watching her," Octavia insisted.

"How do you know that exactly?" Clarke hoped that her blush wasn't too noticeable.

Raven rolled her eyes. "C'mon, Clarke. You are always horny for Lexa."

"Shut up," Clarke muttered, rolling her eyes and becoming aware of the fact that other people were entering the room and she really would rather not have everyone hear about her sex life.

"You know it's true," Raven insisted, smirking.

"Speaking of, where were you two this morning?" Octavia asked.

"I went and got coffee for her," Clarke answered, "because she woke up late and she's nervous about tonight. Apparently Anya is going, too."

"Her crazy sister?" Raven asked, shaking her head. "Drama." Clarke just shrugged in response, and then Mr. Sanchez interrupted them by beginning to teach as the bell rang out over the intercom.

Clarke had no reason to believe that her day would suddenly go bad, because even by lunch, it was just as smooth as ever. Finn seemed to be a bit off during lunch – Octavia guessed it was because he had started talking to a girl and felt bad about it, though that was not at all confirmed – but everyone else seemed pretty normal.

Lexa didn't mention her recital much, but the whole group was planning on going, excluding Jasper and Monty, who weren't sitting with them that day anyway. Lincoln was also coming, and Octavia told the group that he might start to sit with them during lunch, and everyone except for Bellamy seemed pretty excited about it. Bellamy was still convinced that Octavia and Lincoln had had sex the previous weekend, but no one had yet told him that yes, that suspicion was completely true.

Clarke was sure he'd find out at some point, and he would just have to deal with it.

Everything seemed to be going swimmingly up until when Clarke got home from going to get another coffee with Lexa after school. She had an hour before she needed to be at the place where the recital was going to be, so she wanted to change and get ready pretty quickly.

At five thirty, half an hour before she would have to leave, her mother came up to her room. "Clarke? Can I come in?"

"I'll come out," Clarke offered, slipping out of her closet and abandoning her search for nice clothes so that her mom didn't have to come in. She left the room and saw her mom heading downstairs. "What's up?" she asked, following her mom.

"I'd rather you didn't go out tonight."

"Why not?" Clarke asked, furrowing her eyebrows and immediately feeling defensive.

"Where is it you're going again?"

Clarke adjusted her weight a bit, crossing her arms, and said, "Lexa has a recital. You remember Lexa, right? Everyone is going. It's not more than a few hours long."

"Yeah, I don't want you to go."

"You're not even going to explain why you don't want me to go?" Clarke demanded, narrowing her eyes.

Abby Griffin let out a long breath, taking Clarke's keys out of her pocket to let Clarke know that she had them. "You're not going. End of story."

"Alright, why the fuck not?" Clarke demanded, aware that she probably shouldn't use profanity in talking to her mom.

"Are you dating Lexa?"

Clarke was frozen. "What?"

"Tell me that you aren't dating Lexa, and then you can go."

She could've lied, but it wouldn't have been believable, and she knew that somehow, her mom knew already. "Did Wells tell you?" It was her first thought, anyway.

"What? Wells knew?" Abby demanded. "No, he didn't. I went through your texts on your phone last week. With that girl Octavia, she said something about it. And you know that it is completely unacceptable Clarke."

Clarke had no idea what to say or how to feel. "Are you serious? If you've known for two weeks, why the fuck did you wait until right now to bring it up?"

"I... I was trying to think... what would your father have done? He would be fine with this, but I can't get my mind past the fact that it's just wrong. It's disgusting, it's wrong. He would've seen that at some point, too, Clarke, and you will too." Abby's expression was set in stone – slightly angry, but clearly unchanging.

"No, he wouldn't have, and neither would I, mom," Clarke snapped, squeezing her fists tight as she tried not to yell. "You can't tell me that the gender of the person I'm dating is really such a big deal? It literally makes no difference."

"You lied about it," her mother stated. "You've been drinking since you've met her, you've been skipping classes. You've been coming home late and just... you've been different. This girl has changed you Clarke. She's taken advantage of your vulnerability lately. That is not okay."

"She hasn't taken advantage of me at all! She's helped me to be less angry and constantly depressed about what you did to dad! She's the reason I've tried to deal with the fact that you're a crazy hypocrite!"

"Do not talk to me like that, Clarke Griffin!"

"Don't tell me that my relationship is disgusting, and then maybe I won't talk to you like that," Clarke growled. "Do you really think I care what you think about me or my relationship though?"

"I think you will, because I don't want you to see Lexa anymore, at all. Period."

"How the fuck do you think you're going to do that?" Clarke demanded. "I have that thing called school, remember?"

"I'll figure it out, Clarke! You are not going to see her anymore!"

"Fuck you!" Clarke yelled, tears coming from her eyes now. "Sometimes I think that maybe you have enough redeeming qualities that I should stop hating you, but then you do shit like this! You're literally the worst mom I could've ever had! You don't give a shit about me!"

"That is not true and you know that!"

"How would I know that?" Clarke demanded. "You don't care about my passions, you don't care about my friendships! You don't care about my school unless it involves my grade, you don't care about my mental health, or my emotional health! You tell me when I have to stay home even though you're hardly ever home! You act like I'm some pet you have to take care of by filling the fridge with food and scolding me when I don't meet your expectations!"

"That's not true!"

"Yes it is! You can say that all you want, but you're lying to me and you're fucking lying to yourself!"

"Stop using that language with me, Clarke!"

Clarke was seething. "Give me my keys, or I'm calling a ride." She took her phone out of her pocket and started to open a text message, worried that she wouldn't get the chance, but then her mom grabbed the phone out of her hand.

"No. You're going to stay here. You're not going anywhere until I say it's okay, Clarke. There is something wrong with you that needs to be fixed."

"Even if you define bisexuality as something being 'wrong with me', it can't be fucking fixed." Clarke's heart was pounding in her chest and she wanted to cry for hours, but she wouldn't cry anymore in front of her mom. "You're a bigot, and you can't stop me from being with Lexa and you can't stop me from liking guys and girls, and one day I hope you realize that."

"I hope you'll realize that you're wrong."

"Fuck you, mom," Clarke snapped. "I hate you!"

She ran upstairs immediately after saying it, and went into her room, locking the door and barricading it by pulling her desk over in front of it, and then she threw herself onto her bed and cried.

"I'm sure that Clarke will be here, Lexa," Octavia said, rolling her eyes. "That girl wouldn't miss this for the world."

"I know," Lexa muttered, nervously shifting her weight left and right as she tried to keep herself calm. She really wanted coffee, but she didn't want to have to pee halfway through her performance, which was fast approaching. Her friends were with her backstage, but she had no idea where Clarke was, and she'd texted her a number of times.

"Oh my god," Raven said, suddenly appearing from wherever she'd been a moment before. "That guy working the sound is so hot."

"We're here to support Lexa, you ass," Octavia snapped, crossing her arms. "And to insist that Clarke is going to be here before Lexa dances."

"Obviously she will," Raven agreed, rolling her eyes. "Lex, I talked to her yesterday and she spent like half of the conversation talking about this recital."

"I'm not worried about whether or not she wants to be here," Lexa insisted, shaking her head. "I'm just thinking about reasons why she wouldn't be here yet, and why she's not answering her phone."

Octavia's smile wavered a bit. "I'm sure she's fine."

"Yeah," Lexa murmured.

"Hey," one of the technicians said suddenly, "if any non performers could please make their way to the house, please?"

"Sure," Bellamy said, nodding. Everyone gave Lexa thumbs up and smiles of encouragement as they followed Bellamy out of the backstage area and around to the house. They had pretty decent seats – Lexa had made sure of that – but one of them was looking like it was going to be empty.

"Do you guys think we should be worried about Clarke?" Raven asked, looking nervous as soon as they were out of Lexa's line of sight.

"Maybe," Octavia agreed, looking worriedly to Lincoln.

"Should one of us go check on her?" he asked.

"I will," Bellamy offered. "I don't need to see Lexa perform, and I don't think she needs me here at all. Just give me Clarke's address."

Octavia nodded, extending her hand for Bellamy's phone, which he surrendered for her to enter Clarke's address into it. "There. Text me when you find out what's up."

Bellamy nodded.

It was about six thirty, and Clarke was nearly out of tears, but she was still curled up on her bed. Her eyes were red, her face was stained with dried tears, and she couldn't stop dreading the fact that she was missing Lexa's performance.

But suddenly, she heard the doorbell ring, and she was off of her bed in an instant, pushing her desk out of the way of her door and then rushing downstairs. Her mom beat her to it, though, and she opened it to reveal Bellamy. "Can I help you?" Abby Griffin asked, as Clarke stopped behind her, crossing her arms.

"Um..." Bellamy looked behind Clarke's mother, at the blonde herself. Abby glanced over her shoulder.

"Clarke, go upstairs."

"Are you serious?" Clarke snapped.

"Clarke can't go out tonight," Abby stated. "She's grounded."

"For life," Clarke added bitterly.

"You need to leave," Abby said, still ignoring Clarke as she looked straight at Bellamy, who glanced up nervously at Clarke.

Clarke mouthed the word "window" to him, and he looked back at her mom. "Alright," he muttered, before turning and walking away from the door. Abby closed the door, seemingly surprised at the quickness with which he left.

"Go upstairs, Clarke."

"Fine," Clarke growled, turning and going back upstairs, locking her door and barricading it again. She immediately went to the lone window in the room, unlocking the safety locks and pulling it open. She scanned her yard and saw Bellamy hopping the fence around her backyard.

"How do you expect me to get up there?" Bellamy hissed, once he was next to the side of the house and looking upward.

"I don't need you to get up here. I need you help me get down there. If my mom got to the door faster than me, it means she's fucking guarding it, and I need to leave," Clarke growled.

"Well I can't just levitate you down here," Bellamy said. "What happened to that extra phone you had?"

"I gave it back to Raven two days ago because I figured she might need it if the guy it belonged to ever showed up again," Clarke answered, rolling her eyes at her own stupidity. "My mom found out about me and Lexa. She's pissed."

"Clearly," Bellamy muttered. "Lexa was freaking out."

"I don't blame her."

His phone started going off. "It's Octavia," he said, before answering it. "Hey. She's okay, I mean, as okay as she can be. Yeah, I figured. Her mom found out about them. Yeah. Tell you what, do we have a ladder?"

"Are you serious?" Clarke hissed. "You don't think my mom is going to notice if she sees random teenagers hopping her fence with a ladder?"

"Yeah, maybe that's actually not the best idea. It's a second story window, Octavia, she's not going to jump."

"I might, if I'm up here too long," Clarke muttered.

"That's probably not the best idea, O." Bellamy kept talking to his sister, and Clarke glanced to her left and right. She'd never had to consider escaping her house through her window, but now that she was, she noticed that the edge of the roof that covered the part of her house that was just one story was only about two feet to the left of her window. It quickly expanded to the actual roof part, and then there was a window ledge that she could step on halfway down the brick. The only problem was that the window looked straight in to the foyer sitting area – where her mom probably was – so she'd have to be not only silent, but also not in front of the window... at all.

Bellamy was still arguing with Octavia about something, and Clarke quickly slipped on her warm boots and a jacket, and then she put her foot up on the bottom of her window, standing on it and gripping the upper edge of it tightly. She took a deep breath in, and then took a wide step to the right, squeezing her eyes shut until she felt the solid roof under her foot. As she let out a relieved breath, she carefully transferred as much of her weight to that leg, and then quickly moved over to the roof rather than her window.

"Clarke!" Bellamy finally noticed. "What the fuck?"

"Calm down," she muttered, not sure if he heard, and then she quickly and silently tiptoed across the slanted roof until she was just above the window. Crouching and gripping the edge of the roof, she lowered the lower half of her body over the edge of it until her feet touched the top ledge of the window. Taking in a deep breath and then holding it, she balanced herself carefully on the ledge and then knelt down, taking up as little space as she could, before crawling across the thin ledge until she was at the end of the window. Finally, she dropped off the ledge and onto the grass, fumbling only a little, and let out a long breath.

Bellamy was off of the phone now, and next to her. "Are you okay? You're crazy."

"We need to go," Clarke insisted.

Bellamy nodded. "Lexa already performed."

"I know, which is why we need to go, Bell," Clarke pleaded, and he nodded quickly, and then they were dashing to the fence, hopping it relatively easily, and clambering into Bellamy's car.

Clarke was pretty sure that he sped a little on his way back to the place of Lexa's recital, but Clarke didn't have it in her to care.

"So, where's that blondie you were hooking up with last time I was here?" Anya asked.

Lexa rolled her eyes and muttered, "Don't talk about her like that." She was honestly so worried. The show was over, and her friends were probably making their way back there. Hopefully Clarke would be with them. "And I don't know where she is."

"Are you two like... together?"

"Yes," Lexa answered, letting out a puff of air. "Why? Got something to say about it?"

"No."

Lexa didn't have time to be surprised by Anya's answer, because Octavia, Raven, Finn and Lincoln all suddenly appeared in the back stage area. "Hey, you did awesome, Lex."

"Where's Clarke?" she asked immediately.

"Apparently, her mother found out about you two and basically locked her up. Took her phone, and her keys. She gave her second phone back to Raven," Octavia said.

"I should've told her to keep it," Raven grumbled.

"Bellamy went to go get her, and apparently she climbed out of her window. But they left her house like half an hour ago, so they should be here by now," Octavia stated. "Bell won't answer his phone."

"Fuck," Lexa huffed, running her hand through her hair. She didn't want to cry in front of her friends, or her sister for that matter, but she was on the verge of tears by now.

Octavia's phone suddenly went off, and everyone jumped, because the group had gone silent a second ago. "It's Bellamy," she said quickly, picking up the phone. "Hey, Bell, did you – what? Oh. Hello. Yes. What? Yeah, I'll be there in a few. Yes, thank you."

"What'?" Lexa demanded.

"They got into a wreck," Octavia answered, her face completely white. "They're at the hospital."

Lexa would've sworn that her heart stopped, and she felt as pale as Octavia was, and every piece of her was throbbing. Because Clarke was the most specific about driving, because her father had died in a car wreck,. And it didn't matter whether it was Bellamy's fault or someone else's – she had no idea the cause anyway – but it didn't matter.

Nothing mattered but getting to the hospital.


Hah. I didn't intend for a cliffhanger but it just happened. Don't hate me please. XD If the last one didn't leave you in a wreck, I guess this one will.

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