It was Lexa's last class. The time seemed to go by, as slow as a slug. She kept looking at her phone, to watch the numbers pass by. Just five more minutes… She was paying no attention at all, she didn't even know which class she was at. I think it's something like chemistry... Lexa knew her teacher was talking, because she could see the lips moving, from the corner of her eye, but all her attention was torn between the door and her phone. She had scheduled meeting with Clarke after her class, but she also knew that Clarke would be waiting for her dad, and once he got there, she would have to go. They would only be able to see each other, if Lexa's class was to finish earlier. Like now.

Lexa and Clarke hadn't seen each other since the afternoon at Clarke's house. The afternoon. They needed to be together again, to see each other in person again. They kept talking, in the phone, almost every night, and through messages during the entire day. It has been two weeks. Even the gym classes they were supposed to have together, didn't happen. During the first week, Clarke's teacher decided to take the class to a room, and they had theoretical classes. In the second week the board turned around, and Lexa's teacher did the same.

The school was quite big, and they had their classes in different sides of the school. The cafeteria was in the middle, and they, usually, would meet there and have lunch together, but those last two weeks, it seemed like the universe was against them, and so they had been always mismatched.

Just one more minute. Sixty seconds.

Lexa felt like she was in the second "High School Musical" movie, in the part where the entire class was doing the count down for summer. And just like that, she was counting the seconds for that class to finish.

-Lexa. – Lexa didn't even listen. – Lexa! – 40…39…38… - Miss Woods! – what?... Is someone calling for me? – Lexa Woods!

-Yes? – Mr. Forest was at the front, near the black board, staring at Lexa. He had the chaw stick in his hand and his look said it all, Lexa didn't even feel the need to ask what he wanted.

Augustus Forest, with narrowed eyes and his lips pressed shut, was waiting for Lexa to give him the right answer to the unfinished problem in the black board behind him.

Lexa took a look at the problem and quickly understood that she wasn't in a chemistry class. Damn it, it's math. Thank God I studied this yesterday tho…

-Miss Woods, would you like to give the right answer for this problem?

-Yes, of course. – Lexa looked at the problem once more. It's the exact same problem I did last night! She solved it mentally. While she was doing all the math in her mind, the school's bell rang. Lexa froze for a moment and looked at the door. She wanted so much to get the hell out of that class and run to go see Clarke, but then she looked back to Mr. Forest.

-Miss Woods. The bell does not end this class, I do. – God, I so want to shoot this guy!

-I'm aware Mr. Forest. – Lexa muttered with all her anger building up.

-So, would you like to give me the answer? I'm sure you weren't lost.

-Not at all. The answer is, X=81. – Lexa never felt so proud and happy with herself. Mr. Forest was looking at Lexa still, but as his mind realized that the answer was correct, his face went from looking like a superior asshole, to gaining a complete perplex look. Like everyone in the room, he had probably noticed that Lexa was not there, at least her mind wasn't, and so, he thought that he could humiliate her. He completely forgot about the fact that Lexa was a really good student. – May I leave now?

- Well, the answer is correct. – Augustus Woods regained his posture and tried to maintain his superior place in the class room. – And before you leave, for homework… – As the letter H left his mouth, Lexa could hear the entire class sighing and muttering all the things they wanted to call their teacher. – You can mutter all you want, you'll still have to do the exercises from page 134 to page 136. Also, I want this homework on my desk by the next class. No excuses! You may leave now. – The moment her teacher said "may", Lexa got up and left the class. She ran the entire corridor, bumping against a few people that got in her way. She reached the stairs and didn't stop for a second, jumping the 7 steps down, almost falling, then turning left to jump the other 6 steps, reaching the ground floor. She was now in front of the entrance door. She ran outside, just to see the blonde hair disappearing into a car.

- Clarke! – She yelled, without even realizing she was doing it. She only stopped by the street, but the car was already moving. Clarke was leaving. Lexa sighed. Damn you Mr. Forest! If her teacher hadn't kept them inside for that long after the bell. If maybe she had been able to run faster. If maybe Clarke's father had been a minute later. To many "if's". Deep down she knew that the fact that they wouldn't been able to meet, once again, was not her fault, but it was slightly easier to blame herself then the universe.

- Hey! – Lexa turned around to see Lincoln standing right behind her, looking at her with a questioning look. – You're ok? I think I never saw you run this fast, not even in gym classes. Were you able to meet Clarke? – Lexa looked down, to her feet. She felt like she was about to cry, from all the frustration and anger inside her. But she didn't cry, especially not in the middle of the street. Lexa took a deep breath and faced her friend, forcing a smile.

- Hi. I'm fine, I guess… And to answer your question, no, I was not able to see her… But it's ok. I'll see her next week, for sure. The universe can't stay against us for that long, right? – Lexa smiled to his friend and laughed a little.

-You're right. I bet you'll see each other Monday morning, for sure. Also, loved Mr. Forest's face when you gave him the right answer. – Lincoln laughed while putting an arm around Lexa's shoulders and turning her to the bus stop. – What do you have planned for this weekend? Besides studying, cause I know you'll do a lot of that.

-And you're the one to talk. You'll be studying way more than I will, for sure. – Lexa was laughing by now. Lincoln always knew how to make her feel better. – I'll probably go for a run this Saturday, as usual. You know I like to run, especially after spending a lot of time sitting down. You can join me if you want, but you probably won't be able to keep up. – Lexa was smirking, she loved a good competition, and she also enjoyed messing up with Lincoln.

-Oh, it's so on! I'll see you Saturday sis. – Lincoln waved and turned, walking to his mother's car, that had just came to get him. – You sure you don't want a ride? – Lincoln lived really close to Lexa, like about 5 minutes from her. But that day Lexa was feeling like walking home.

-Yup, I'm fine. Thanks anyway. I'll see you Saturday, as I look behind me, cause I'll totally be kicking your ass! – Lexa waved back at Lincoln while seeing the car leave. Once she was left alone, she turned to her phone.

Lexa:

Just left class. I'll be walking home. Can you please go get Aden?

Lexa pressed sent and started walking. She had her mind full, too full. Her mind was being too loud, so Lexa grabbed her iPod and headphones. As she was reaching for her back pocket, to retrieve her iPod, her phone buzzed, probably with an answer from her sister.

SestraAnya:

Sure. Anything for my favorite sestra. Just don't forget that I made you this favor. I'll be recollecting it. Kisses :*

Lexa laughed at how obvious her sister's answer was and shoved her phone back in her pocket. She turned on the music and left the volume as high as her eardrums were able to aloud. She could feel her own thoughts being silenced by the beat of "Twenty One Pilots – Heathens". Lexa felt the need to be running, but once again, the universe was not on her side, and she was wearing her favorite black skinny jeans, with her Dr. Marten burgundy boots. The only pieces of clothing that were on her side, were probably her sports' bra and her grey shirt with the Hogwarts University symbol on it. I'm such a nerd… But I love this shirt. Lexa decided to just keep a fast march. She would take about 45 minutes to get home, more or less. Sometimes she wondered why she would ever take the bus home, if she was to run home, she would get there faster than by bus. Stupid itineraries.

She found herself wanting her house to be further way, as she was already in her street. I need more time of inner peace, not ready to drown on my own thoughts again… Lexa opened the entrance door and was welcomed home with the familiar kiss from her dog and then, when already inside the house with a warm hug from her younger brother, who was really happy to finally see her, apparently. With all that, her mind and body fell into the routine that was her life at home, under the supervision of her father.

Clarke heard Lexa call for her the moment she set her feet inside her dad's car. She felt so guilty for not being able to turn around and run to her friend's arms, just to tell her that everything was okay. Lately their conversations had been too superficial. It was like they were apart, but yet still so close. Clarke was hating what that stupid afternoon had done to their friendship. Why didn't I move way? Why was I not able to move way? Those questions had been haunting Clarke's mind ever since.

-Clarke sweetie? Are you here? – Clarke's line of thoughts was interrupted. Her dad was looking at her with a worried look.

-Yes. Sorry. Just got lost thinking about everything I still have to study. – Lying to her dad was still harder than lying to her mother. She hated not being able to talk with her dad about everything, like she used to do when she was younger. But even if she could, she had no idea what to say. Everything in her mind was a mess.

-Well, right now I want no more thinking about studying. This is our night. – Once again her line of thoughts was interrupted. Right, no more thinking… I think I can do that. Clarke and her dad had this tradition, of having a dinner out once a week, since her mother would usually work the night shifts at the hospital. This week was Jake's turn of choosing the restaurant. – So this week is my turn, right?

-Yup. – Clarke was smiling, partially because she loved her dad's capability of making everything look simpler and easier, even the biggest problems in life, but mostly because Clarke knew exactly what he was going to choose for dinner. He's so predictable. They exchanged looks and Clarke's look said it all.

-What? I really do love Indian food! Guilty of all charges. – Jake even took his hands out of the wheel for a few seconds, to put them in the air as in a surrender.

-Dad! Hands in the wheel! – Clarke laughed with her dad, as he grabbed back the wheel, in a quick move. – You're so predictable. I knew from the moment you asked if it was your turn to pick, that you were going for Indian food. – Clarke came to enjoy Indian food as much as her dad, although she kind of hated it at the beginning.

-You always pick pizza or sushi, so who are you to call me predictable? – She made a hurt look and smiled. Clarke knew she was a lot like her dad in aspects of food, that is, they knew what they liked, so why trying different things?

-Ok, you have a point. – They fell silent for a while, their smiles fading. With the silence came the questions, and probably a different look in Clarke's face, a look that Jake could see it meant that her daughter had something bothering her.

-Clarke, you have that look again. Are you sure everything is ok? You know you can talk to me. – Clarke knew, and she really wanted to, she just didn't know how. What am I supposed to tell him anyway? Look dad, I almost kissed my best friend, or she kissed me, not sure yet. And now I haven't been able to talk with her, and I feel like we are different. I don't even know why we almost kissed? Am I gay? Wait… Am I gay? Clarke hadn't considered that yet. It simply hadn't crossed her mind. Wait, does that mean that Lexa is gay? Clarke was just now realizing really scary facts. How the hell is this just crossing my mind now!? – Clarke? I feel like I lost you again. And you look scared. Clarke? – Clarke was lost in her mind, too lost to come back out of it. Oh my God! Lexa must be freaking out! She definitely thought about this right after, and that's why she's being so weird. I'm so stupid! And I simply acted, like nothing happened… I'm such a good friend… And there it was, her really close friend, the sarcasm. She needed to text her friend. Jake shook Clarke out of her mind and back to real life, nudging her softly in the arm.

-Dad! Sorry. I just… I just realized that I'm the worst friend ever! – Clarke was screaming now, completely frustrated with herself, for taking so long to get there. – She must hate me! I completely ignored her! It didn't even cross my mind. I mean, it should've, right? Of course it should've. I'm so stupid. – She was rambling now.

-Hey! Clarke! Honey, stop. Breathe. You're rambling, I don't understand what you're talking about. – Her dad had stopped the car in the park in front of the restaurant, and was now holding Clarke's shoulders, turning her to face him. – What happened?

- I… I – Clarke had no idea how to explain it to her dad, at least not without mentioning the sexuality doubting. – I did something… Well actually, it's more like something I didn't do, or even better, a way I should've acted, or reacted, to something that happened, but I didn't. Something that happened to Lexa. Something that happened two weeks ago! So, as you can see, two weeks is too much time! Time this, that I should've been acting in this certain way, the expected way, actually. How could I be so slow? I'm so stupid! – Clarke face palmed herself, leaving her head down, face in her hands, hiding the fact that she was really close to crying.

-Clarke? Pumpkin. – At that mentioning Clarke looked up at her dad. Jake hadn't called her that since she was about 6 years. Clarke didn't quite like it at the time, so her dad had stopped calling her that. But somehow, at that moment, at that name, Clarke felt calm, like if time had gone back to when she was 6, and there were no worries. What a cliché, for me to feel like this.

-Dad, you know I don't like it when you call me that… - That nickname had a backstory, one that Clarke would appreciate if everyone would forget about it. She even wished she could herself forget about it. She had no idea why she had felt calm at that.

-I know, sorry… But it worked. I can see you calmed down a little. Can you now try to explain it to me, slower this time?

-You know what? It's nothing. I'll just forget about it for now. – Like hell I am… - I'll talk with Lexa to night. – Her dad went perplex, probably not quite believing in any word her daughter had just said.

-You're sure? You were just freaking out, not 2 seconds ago. If you want, you can call Lexa now. – Clarke really wanted to do that, but she had a feeling that that conversation would take all night, and she wasn't about to ruin her night out with her dad.

-I'll just send her a text. – Jake kept looking at Clarke with a questioning look. – It's ok dad. You know I always make a big deal out of things. – At that, her dad calmed a little bit and decided to let go.

-Ok. Then while you text Lexa, I'll go in and order. Say hi to Lexa from me. – Jake kissed Clarke's forehead and got out of the car, entering the restaurant.

Clarke:

Hi Lexa. (This was my dad J He asked me to say hi from him). Sorry we didn't get to see each other once more L Also, I really need to talk to you, just realized something. I'm a terrible friend. Once I get out of dinner I'll call you. Maybe we can meet this weekend (fingers crossed J)

Clarke re-read the message at least 3 times, before pressing send. She stayed in the car, she knew Lexa would answer right away, her friend always answered back really quickly.

Lexa, The Commander:

Say hi to Mr. Griffin from me J. Don't apologize, it was not your fault. I really need to talk with you too. And you are definitely not a terrible friend. Maybe this weekend… Let's pray to the Gods J

Clarke felt slightly relieved after reading Lexa's message. After reading it for the third time, she finally got out of the car, joining her father in the restaurant. Although she still felt terrible for what she hadn't done, at least Lexa didn't think she was terrible. I think she never will… Ok, now I'm just being too cocky.

Jake Griffin was sitting at a table near the window, he would always choose the table closer to the window, according to him, it had the best light, even if it was already pitch dark outside. Another thing her dad never did, was sit with his back facing the entrance, he said that people should always be ready, "turning your back at the entrance, would be like turning your back at the ocean, that is, something you should never do!"

The dinner went smoothly, with a lot of laughter and weird stories about the day to day of her dad's work. Jake Griffin was an engineer, an important one too, but it seemed like his coworkers did the most hilarious stuff, while they should be working. Clarke talked about the exams and her major, she also talked about her favorite thing to do, drawing. Clarke only shared her interest in arts with her dad and Lexa, her mother could never know, even if Clarke was to talk about it with her mother, she wouldn't be taken serious. Mrs. Griffin wanted her daughter to become a doctor, and for that to happen, Clarke could not be distracted with other stuff, like arts. Sometimes Clarke even wondered if she was going to major in health due to her mother, or if it was really something she wanted.

In the drive back home, Jake turned on the radio and they went along singing the 80's hits, that he enjoyed listening to so much. They got home and Clarke wished good night to her dad, she had to study, but more important she had to call Lexa.

Clarke entered her room and closed the door behind her, locking it. The moment she heard the Tv downstairs, she reached for her phone, to call Lexa. She laid in her bed facing the ceiling, the same ceiling still covered with stars that shined in the dark, because Clarke was afraid of it when she was younger, and this had been the solution her dad found. Now the stars didn't shine as much, but Clarke couldn't find in herself the will power to take them out. Lexa answered the phone after the second beep.

-Hey… - Lexa's voice sounded husky and low.

-Hey. Were you sleeping, or something? Your voice sounds raspy, like if you just woke up.

-No, but I was about to fall asleep on top of my book. You know how excited I feel while studying History. – Clarke laughed at that, Lexa always felt sleepy while studying History, something Clarke never quite understood. Lexa laughed with Clarke from the other way of the line. – So what was the thing you really needed to talk to me about?

-If I remember correctly, you said you needed to talk to me too. – Clarke was having a difficult time approaching the topic she wanted to talk with Lexa. It wasn't exactly an easy topic to talk about. Hey, remember the afternoon we spent in my bed, not studying when we should've been? I'm pretty sure we almost kiss. Does that mean you like me? Are you gay? Clarke couldn't just ask that out of the blue. – Look… Lexa… I wanted to talk with you about the afternoon we-

-That's what I want to talk about too. – Lexa didn't left Clarke finish her sentence, something that Clarke thanked her for, in silence, because she had no idea how to finish it. – But I wanted to talk about it in person.

-Right. You're right, that would be the wisest thing to do. – Clarke was now dying inside. If Lexa wanted to talk in person, that could only mean that the subject was a sensitive one. Is she coming out of the closet to me?! Wait, is she really gay? Clarke had had her doubts about Lexa. The truth was, although they were best friends, they only knew each other for 8 months. They had never discussed the subject of sexuality, at least not their sexuality. They used to try and guess if certain students, that passed by them in the corridors, where gay, it was kind of a game they played. Lexa was really good at that game, and normally was always really sure of her answer. Even Clarke had doubts about her own sexuality, and she had never said that to Lexa. She hadn't even lost more than 2 minutes thinking about it herself.

-Clarke? You still there? – She must've stayed silent in her own thoughts for way too long.

-Yes. Still here. So, about this weekend. Can we meet? I actually miss your ugly face. – Lexa was everything except for ugly, she was rather hot actually. Clarke could see the way the boys at their school looked at her friend, and a few girls too, now that she was thinking about it.

-I was planning on staying home studying, you know how my father is. I scheduled with Lincoln, to go for a run Saturday, after studying. I would invite you to join us, but I know that you hate running. Maybe we could meet after it. – Clarke really did hate running. She just couldn't find the purpose of it.

-And that would be around…?

-If it doesn't bother you meeting me all sweaty, it would be around seven. – Clarke had spent time with sweaty Lexa before, what bothered her was the fact that she was able to smell like vanilla, even like that.

-It seems ok with me, let me just talk with my parents. I'll text you later, or maybe tomorrow, I have no idea when my mother is getting home. – Clarke wouldn't mind staying up all night talking with her friend, but she really had to finish her homework and study for the exams.

-Ok. Then, I think this is a see you tomorrow. Have fun studying, I'll go back to not falling asleep on my books. – Lexa always had the ability of making Clarke laugh.

-You're such a nerd. Goodnight Lexa.

-Goodnight Clarke. – When the sound of a finished call came, Clarke threw her phone at the pillows in her bed and stayed for a while staring at the ceiling, not wanting to get up to study. Also, her mind was running wild with the little information she had got from Lexa. Which was nothing. She knew she wouldn't be able to focus on her studies before talking with Lexa, her thoughts wouldn't let her. Does she like me? If she does, how do I feel about it? Do I like her back? Do I feel attracted to her? I know she's hot, but everyone with eyes that work, knows that. Am I gay? But I like guys. I know that. Don't I? Clarke was going crazy. She had dated a guy once, for like two months, she had liked him, she knew that. She also knew, that she thought some girls were hot, and made her feel hot inside. But it never had crossed her mind kissing a girl. Only this one time, actually. This one time Clarke had thought about kissing a girl. She didn't even know the girl's name. She and her friends were at a party from some guy Clarke didn't knew. She was slightly drunk at the time and resting against a wall. The music was playing, people were dancing and grinding on each other, the lights were creating a feeling of motion, making Clarke think that the room she was at, was actually moving at the beating of the song. While scanning all the people in the room, her eyes stopped at this girl. Tall, long brown hair, a lot like Lexa's, now that she remembered, her hips were saying, her eyes shut, feeling the beat in a careless way. Clarke stared at that girl for the entire song, she felt a need to kiss her, deep down in her own core. She had never felt that way. At the time she had blamed the alcohol, but what if it wasn't that, but instead, just my sexuality? Is this how people find out about it?

Clarke looked at her watch. God! It's 11pm! Damn you thoughts! She ended up not studying at all. And knowing she was going to wake up early the next day, she decided to dress her pajamas and call it the night. While already under the covers and all cozy, Clarke closed her eyes and took her mind to the starry night she had looked at so many times before, she knew it would be the only way of silencing her mind. And without noticing, sleep came for her rather easily.