The cool crisp air blew into Clarke's face. Goosebumps prickled onto her skin as she rubbed her hands on her shoulders to create body heat. The sun seemed content hiding away behind clouds in its little disappearing act. It looked as if the sun hadn't even risen as the sky was a hue of dark blue. Clarke thought about how paradoxical the weather was. It seemed to be the polar opposite of what one would envision as a first day of school. Clarke closed her eyes as an image of a perfect first day penetrated her mind.
She thought about waking up from a deep sleep to the sunlight hitting her face lightly. The blinds she had raised last night failed at their job and cracks of sunlight seeped through making parts of the apartment glow giving an illusion of a brightly lit room. She thought about taking the elevator down from her dingy apartment and walking out the parking lot to the bustling streets. She would see all kinds of people walking down the streets. Men in suits holding briefcases, men wearing raggedy stain filled shirts walking with speed, couples strolling down the street walking to supposedly a coffee shop where they would order and part ways with a kiss. She would see hot dog stations every couple of hundred meters with a man flipping the hot dogs on his long spatulas causing the sweet noise of a sizzle. The roads would be filled with endless traffic that covered all the surface area making it impossible to see across to ocean of cars to the opposite side of the road. The trees planted on the sidewalks would be shedding their leaves in pretty colors. Red orange and yellow leaves would fly into her hair as she made her way to her favorite coffee shop and meet with Raven, her best friend. She would walk around the endless skyscrapers that covered New York City and make her way to the park bench that was the outing of her and Raven before entering the coffee shop.
Clarke envisioned the poster child of first day so vividly that she half expected to see it when she opened her eyes. Instead she was greeted with car fumes and a depressing view of a white car that had dented itself so badly that it hardly qualified as drivable. She felt an incessant pang in her heart when her dream like reality was erased to a gloomy dreary day. It wasn't the contrast of the bright day she envisioned to the gloomy dreary day that she was greeted with that saddened her though. It was the implications of the bright day that didn't greet her when she opened her eyes. The happiness she felt waking up on that bright day she imagined was gone. Along with it went the feeling of comfort and instead the insurmountable loss of her family creeped in.
Clarke questioned how her life ended up so painful. She didn't understand how she was brought to such a low. She didn't get how she ended up sitting on a wooden park bench parallel to the road breathing in car fumes as an attempt to tether herself to reality. How had her life become so painstakingly depressing?
She watched the people walk in front of her. A man with a dark green trench coat and dress pants passed by. He looked in his 40's and had a sharp, well groomed mustache. His callused hands held a dark brown suitcase. What was his occupation? Perhaps he was an architect? Or maybe a businessman? Another person passed and Clarke repeated the cycle. A women with a jeans and a white shirt passed holding a coffee in her hand. 'Esthetician?' She guessed in her mind.
The game of guessing other peoples jobs was much more interesting than contemplating her own life which was only charred with suffering. She shivered in her light black hoodie at the cold breeze hitting her body and pulled her hands out of her pockets and back to her arms where she tried to get blood circulation flowing. She cursed herself for going with looks rather than comfort. She should've foreseen the cold weather and worn a thicker pants.
She observed her surroundings and the question again settled in her mind. Why was this her new life? How did it end up so depressing? However she knew the answer and the answer was known the first time she asked it as well.
Her life had fallen apart the day her father died. When she watched as his body convulsed and went lifeless. When she did CPR, the act her mother had trained her to do countless times and she performed it flawlessly, keeping composure even though it was her own father who had stopped breathing. When the ambulance arrived and the first aid responders came to take over the CPR. When she realized that they had been doing CPR for 5 minutes and he still wasn't resuscitated. When they declared him dead. When she screamed and cried so hard her head hurt and her eyes were swollen for days. When her mother checked out and turned to drugs as her coping mechanism. When a few months later her mother left her and Aden, her younger brother, to fend for themselves as she stole most of the money her father and mother had saved to fund her drug addiction. When she became the sole caretaker for herself and her younger brother of 5 years, Aden. When the card proclaiming her childhood was utterly revoked. She had grown up all too fast and was never able to cope properly. The loss was unsurmountable and sometimes she cried when Aden wasn't looking. The days where reality hit her too heavily and she had to work 40 hours a week to allow Aden and her to live some semblance of a normal life. Clarke seized at the thoughts of her exorbitant pain and quickly pushed such thoughts away to the back of her mind.
She knew the answer to the question. What she really wanted to know was why? What did she do to deserve this?
She knew the answer to the question and perhaps it wasn't that question she was asking. She just wanted to know why. What did she do to receive all this pain and trauma? Clarke felt lost.
To everyone else it may have seemed like life had moved on and she dived headfirst into the current of the river, letting it pull her all the way but she stumbled in and knocked her head unconscious of the broken tree stumps as the water nearly drowned her with it's fast moving dangerous current. Life had fallen apart and she struggled to let herself succumb to the current. It seemed like everything had moved on and yet she was trying to stay in the same place holding on to loose tree branches that would break off eventually. At some point though she let go trying and let the water drown her. This is what it must feel to drown, Clarke thought.
Clarke felt her body seize up and gasped for air. She gasped so hard that her hands clenched on the sides of the bench as connection to reality. She hyperfixated on the crack in the cement staring at it so hard she felt like her eyes were about to pop out as she practically induced a headache on herself.
She calmed down and let her mind go to easier thoughts. She was starting school at NYU. She had gotten a music scholarship and decided the double major in recording music and business. She scoffed at herself for always pushing so hard. How was she gonna manage to take double the classes half double the work and manage to work a part time job? The hard work comforted her in a way though. She lightly smiled thinking of how the year would be. Maybe she would hate with immense passion but perhaps in the future she would look back at the year with nostalgia and happiness. She was excited for the school year. She had always loved school even if it was incredibly unnecessary and stupid at times.
"Why are staring at a crack in the cement like it's your moms ass?"
Raven waltzed around from behind the bench and sat next to her. She was dressed a black jacket and a dark blue blouse with with blue black ripped jeans and black combat boots. She sprawled over the left side of the bench for no apparent reason and it didn't even look one bit comfortable. She looked over at Clarke with the half smirk she always made when she knew something Clarke didn't.
"That was just nasty raven." Clarke scoffed.
"Where's the little rat?"
She scanned her surroundings quickly swiveling her head looking for him. Clarke smiled amused by Ravens head swiveling as if she was trying to catch him pop out of a sewer nearby.
"Aden's at the apartment under house arrest for the day."
Clarke paused for a second and then spoke again.
"You gotta stop calling him that he hates it."
"But doesn't he look like one? Maybe like a blonde rat. You know one of those old discolored ones that moves like penguin?"
She conveyed with her hands a little man swaying to side unrealistically. A person would fall on their side trying to imitated Ravens finger man.
"You mean you after you eat anything spicy? You always act like you have a stick up your ass." Clarke retorted with a chuckle.
Raven scoffed in disgust.
"At least I don't cower in fear and I brave through the storm unlike you."
She looked over and rolled her eyes jokingly while speaking and then looked back forwards with a light smile on her face lighting up the corners of her eyes.
Clarke rolled my eyes back and said while chuckling,
"Trying to eat 5 green chilis all at once is not braving through any storm. At least I'm sure your toilet thinks so"
"My toilet appreciates my presence.
Raven scowled and then switched the topic.
"Sooo… Why were you sitting in the cold air brooding?"
Clarke didn't want to explain her feelings so she just said
"I just wanted some fresh air."
Raven scoffed and threw her head back and put her hands around the bench breathing in with force.
"Yeah, Don't you just love breathing in the pollution that smells like someone just ate deviled eggs and farted?"
Clarke smiled amused at Raven's statement. The girl wasn't wrong.
"Lets go get coffee before our day starts?"
"Yeah I'm starting to get tired of depressing weather. It's a first day, isn't it supposed to super sunny and happy looking and shit?" She said quite seriously.
"That's partially what I was brooding about." Clarke said with a thin lipped smile.
They opened the door to their favorite coffee shop. It looked like a dingy shop with the busted sign supposedly saying 'Cup o' Joes' but it was beautiful on the inside. It had a rustic aesthetic and was decorated with plants that lived in every corner. The place made the best coffee either of them had ever had. The place was their little secret. They ordered two coffees and delved into conversation about classes and what to expect of the year.
"OOO I never told you! Guess who is a second year in the music school!" Raven flopped her hands around with enthusiasm and her face light up. Clarke chuckled at the sight of Ravens excitement.
Before Clarke could even open her mouth to guess Raven answered for her buzzed by excitement.
"Lexa Woods!"
Clarke scrunched her eyebrows puzzled by the random name Raven threw at her. She tried to recall any memory of a Lexa but was met with nothing. She couldn't even recall anyone with that first name.
"Who?" She said.
Raven jaw dropped to the floor as she looked shocked and astounded at Clarkes response.
"What do you mean who? Lexa Woods Clarke! You know, Woods enterprise?"
She shook her hand back and forth in front of her body as her tone conveyed the message with force.
Clarke still was puzzled as the what that was? Woods enterprise? She never heard the enterprise in her life. Raven seemed to think it was a super common name but with Raven, Clarke never knew. For all she knows this Lexa Woods could be some random construction worker.
"Uhm… No?" She spoke.
Raven shoulder slumped down as she looked toward the ceiling and shook her head. She raised her palms up and then dropped them into her lap conveying something along the lines of 'my stupid friend' with her body language.
"God you live under a literal boulder. No not even a boulder. You live under the freaking lower mantle. That's a layer of the earth if you didn't know you idiot."
She shook her head while talking as if looking down at Clarke and Clarke merely raised her eyebrows used to the verbose reactions of her best friend.
"Woods Enterprise is a super big sports sponsor. You see the name practically everywhere. The US open, the World Series, the Super Bowl, Everywhere!"
Clarke blinked a couple times and arched her eyebrow while tilting her head slightly to the side.
"You know I don't watch sports."
Raven proceeded to attract viewers from other tables who were intrigued in the spectacle of Raven slamming her hand into her face aggressively.
"God I forget how dumb you are sometimes. The name is literally everywhere. Even people who haven't watched more than a second of sports knows what the Woods Enterprise is."
Clarke just seemed puzzled by the whole conversation. Yeah so there's some rich girl in the music department. Who cares? Isn't NYU practically breeding grounds for rich people? The school itself practically makes you sell your kidney to afford it and she wouldn't be able to without her scholarship.
"Okay well we already know I'm a doofus when it comes to sports. I get that she's probably super rich but also, who cares? Why is this girl so important? You're practically falling off her chair talking about her."
At that moment the waitress walked over and set down their coffees.
Raven looked over and said thank you before responding.
"God you have such a thick skull. She's rich! She's swimming in oceans of money. She's practically a Vanderbilt that's how much prestige she has. She plays soccer for NYU and apparently she's really good. And not to mention, she's SUPER hot. Like SUPER DUPER hot."
Raven greatly emphasized the latter portion of her explanation and it made Clarke raise her eyebrow in question.
"And I should care about all of this because?"
Raven groaned incredibly loudly and again attracted attention from other people in the coffee shop.
"I don't know, ever think about maybe trying to befriending her? Think about how amazing that would be! You can be invited to the rich people parties and cliques and you can use their red velvet toilet paper and diamond studded loofahs. And also, apparently last year she threw this insane birthday party where she had Justin Bieber perform and the whole thing was like a Gatsby party. Imagine going to that!"
Raven was so excited it was almost comical.
"Seems like that's lots of fun but I'm not sure how I feel about a diamond studded loofah. Seems like something that would hurt your ass." Clarke joked back.
Raven put on a deep thinking face and responded
"Hmm yeah you're probably right. It's probably just gold plated."
Raven wickedly grinned and then continued speaking saying,
"And yes. From what I heard it's a lot of fun! So we have to try and be friends with her to leech her gold plated loofahs from her."
Clarke chuckled and said,
"Doesn't this make us gold diggers?"
Raven gave a shit eating grin and said
"I doubt she'll miss one loofah."
Clarke laughed and said
"How did we end up talking about a gold plated loofah."
Raven smirked.
"You know what happens when you talk to me."
Clarke thought back to their conversation when one thing peaked her interest.
"She's a music major?"
Raven grinned like a toddler before responding.
"Hmm so you're interested now huh? She's a composition major."
Clarke raised her eyebrows in slight surprise
"She's a composition major and throws parties with Justin Bieber for fun? A rich person who has more money than they can possibly spend?"
Raven nodded while saying
"Yeah. I thought the same. I couldn't believe my eyes when I stalked her Facebook page and it says Majoring in Composition at NYU. It's just kinda a strange degree for rich people to study. I think I grew a 3rd eye just to stare at the words."
I chuckled thinking about Raven staring at her computer screen in shock.
"I can show you her page once we get back to your apartment. Which reminds me."
Raven groaned loudly again.
"I hope this isn't true but apparently Composition Majors and Recording Music majors are bitter rivals."
Clarke raised her eyebrows. Where did Raven hear all this crap.
"What?"
Raven looked at her with an overly dull look on her face and said
"Yeah apparently it goes deep. I'm not sure about the full story but apparently you stay away from music composition majors and they do the same for us."
Clarke scoffed.
"That sounds stupid."
Raven looked into her eyes seriously.
"Apparently it's super intense. Like spit on you type of intense."
Clarke smiled amusedly and said
"Where do you hear about this stuff."
Raven rolled her eyes and sat back in her chair.
"Well if you payed attention you would remember these things too."
Clarke chuckled
"Well how are we going to steal Lexa Woods' golden plated loofah now? She hates our guts assuming what you said its true."
Raven contemplated the thought for a second and then smirked.
"I have my ways. From what I've gathered the girl goes a little sex crazy.
Apparently she's never misses a chance to sleep with an attractive women so… " She waggled her eyebrows. Clarke snorted
"You're gonna sleep with her? Wow. Impressive Raven."
Raven grinned
"She's probably good in bed but no I'm going to charm her with my easy talking abilities."
Clarke laughed lightly and said
"How did this random person take up our entire conversation on the first day of college?"
Raven grinned and said
"I know right? I'm so epic for bringing her up."
Clarke chuckled and looked down at her fathers watch to check the time.
"Lets head off to college I have a class soon."
Raven checked the time
"Alright Ms. 'I have to wake up at the ass crack of down and head to my class an hour early'." She said with a joke accent as she got up and put her red jacket back on.
Clarke looked at her with dismay.
"It's the first day Raven, and I'm a double major. No time to fuck up."
"No need to constant remind me that you are" She made quotation marks with her fingers, " 'smarter' than everyone else."
Clarke punched her in the shoulder and they walked out the door of the coffee shop and off to the Music building at NYU.
They made their way off to their first class on the first day of school and although Clarke may have not been in the greatest mood in the morning, she was excited and Raven always improved her mood. She was ready for a good day.
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Lexa woke up on the carpet of her bed reeking in alcohol. She spent last night at a back to school party which was mostly just a lame excuse to throw a party. She groaned and got up from the floor. Her neck felt broken and she cursed herself for sleeping on the floor and practically breaking her neck. She tried to remember last night which she could remember but mostly in a blur. She remembered leaving fat hickeys on some girls neck. What a stupid idea to party right before the first day. She was glad she at least didn't have an awful hangover. She merely felt a slight pang in her head which was something she could easily deal with. Still half asleep she went to the bathroom and brushed her teeth and showered to get ready for her first day. She put on a button down shirt and jeans.
She felt a pang in her heart that she blamed on her hangover but she started to question if that was really an affect of her hangover. It reminded her of her parents and how they probably didn't want this life for her. They definitely wouldn't have wanted their only daughter to study Music Composition and spend their lives work on partying and extreme spending. She didn't care anymore though so she questioned why she was feeling this way. Thinking about her dead parents only made her weak which she was anything but. She was Lexa Woods, sole heiress to the Woods Enterprise, a multi-billion dollar sports company. She was a standout composer in school and the leader of the sports team. She was great.
Her thoughts went to starting school. She loved school. Music was her one true love. Sure soccer and sex came close but music was very everything. When her parents died it was that one thing she had left. The one thing that didn't make her feel totally empty. She excited for the year to come. More parties, more music, more soccer. Summers were boring too and she always wanted to be doing something. She always got jittery when not working.
Recently she had been struggling. She seemed to have hit writers block for music. The last composition she created was lackluster and her creativity had been lacking. She found herself unable to write in the way she used to. Composing always came naturally to her. She fumbled with the piano creating melody lines and even used music theory to make complex and hard pieces. Now she was unable to think of anything creative. She didn't understand her mental block. There was no reason for it. Nothing in her life had changed but the writers block persisted. It frustrated her immensely.
She stopped thinking about it and just focused on the school year. Perhaps the summer impeded her creativity. She swung the door of her room open and walked out towards the living room of the grandiose apartment she stayed in.
"Aunt Indra?" She called out. Following her move to NYU which she originally chose for its closeness to her Aunt who became a parental figure for her she started living with Aunt Indra and her older cousin Anya. She felt more loved in New York than California and decided to permanently settle with her aunt and cousin. California had nothing for her but sad memories.
"Coming girl." She called.
Indra was never one for affection. She rarely displayed anything other than a stony expressionless face. Lexa had learned to read through the small micro changes in her expression though. She noticed the slight curl of Aunt Indra's lips when she was happy or the twinkle in her eyes when she looked upset. Although she never expressed much she cared deeply for Lexa which was evident in her actions.
The kitchen already had a large charcuterie board laid out with an assortment of breakfast. Lexa grabbed the bacon strips and a biscuit. Indra came from the hallway on the other side of the apartment.
"This is way too much food." Lexa said.
"I'll tell the chef to decrease his portion sizes."
Indra replied without any emotion.
"You are off to the first day of school?"
"That's right" Lexa responded.
"How are you feeling?" Indra's lips curled into a small smile.
Lexa took a moment to finish her bacon strip diverting her gaze to the charcuterie and thinking about Indra's question.
"I'm am well."
Indra noticed Lexa's dull mood and asked.
"What's wrong?"
Lexa looked back up at Indra. Indra stared at her with a question in her brown eyes.
"Nothing." She said.
Indra raised her eyebrows but didn't comment on it. Instead she said,
"Your parents would be proud of you Lexa. You have worked hard and done well for yourself."
Indra smiled and kissed Lexa on the forehead. Lexa was surprised by Indra's sudden display of affection. Lexa's lips curled up in a smile.
"I'll be off. Bye. Love you."
She walked out of the kitchen and made her way to front door of the apartment and took the elevator down to the main floor. The security man raised his hand in acknowledgment and she walked out the front doors and through the gate.
She was still half asleep and slightly hungover but her happiness at the start of college made the those feelings fade along with the door in her brain that held access to the memories of her parents. She opened the door to the limo waiting outside for her and went to meet Octavia before her first class had begun.
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Clarke was done with two of her classes and was off to Music History. The day had actually turned quite warm and Clarke felt warm. She had just finished her class from the business school and had to get to the music school which was quite a trek. She pulled her walkman out of her bag and listened to music as she walked.
She was heading to the class she had dreaded the most. Early on she made the decision to take the class Music History this year although it was mainly a sophomore year class. Clarke had the credits for it and decided that it would help her get the credits she needs to get both a business and recording music degree without having to spend an extra year at college. However the only professor was professor Pike and she heard he was very abrasive and savage. Raven told her stories of him throwing binders at people when they averted their gaze from him and apparently he loved making students fail. Torturing the class appeased his twisted mind and he assigned piles and piles of work. Nevertheless she was not looking forward to the class one bit.
She had reached the class early and the lecture hall was empty. Clarke decided to take a seat near the front of the middle. This class supposedly didn't have many students due to its odd scheduling time and the class was only added for those with the last slot for class sign ups. Students slowly started filling up the room until there were about 40 in the room. Clarke didn't take notice of the students as they entered the room lost in thought as she thrummed a pencil on her desk. Pike strode into the room and stood behind his desk with a pencil in his hand.
"Welcome everyone to Music History 103."
He spoke sharply and emphasized words in strange places.
"I do not like first days. My history of first days when it came to the actual classes was that they were long and boring. I do not wish to bore you with instruction upon rules and grading so that instead will be your homework. Please read the syllabus that I have posted on the google classroom."
He clasped his hands together and came around his desk.
Clarke didn't mind him assigning the rules as homework. She agreed that teachers wasted their time going over the syllabi and it just made for a boring first day. Normally she would be excited for what they were to do but she knew that Pike didn't have a history of doing things that students liked.
"Now, while we are all here, why not have some fun? Let's get to know each other better. This is my smallest class, there are only 43 of you here so we can take some liberties that my larger lectures cannot. I know many students here but perhaps you don't know each other. Let's start some feuds shall we?" His lips curled up in an evil knowing smile.
Clarke was lost to where this conversation was going. This wasn't going to be good was it?
"Who all are Music Composition majors here?" Pike asked. He walked around his desk and took out a light brown stool with a padded seat from underneath the desk. He walked closer to the students and set it down.
The majority of the class raised their hands. Only around 10 remained without their hands raised. Clarke was still confused. Why does he care what our majors are?
"Okay well that's a good showing. Seems like we'll be having an overwhelming majority in this class." Pike nodded his head indicating acknowledgement and peered at all the people with their hands raised in an act gauge them.
"Alright so we have a lot of Music Composition Majors. So I'm assumed the rest are all are recording music majors. Just to confirm please raise your hands if you are a recording major." Pike said.
Clarke reluctantly raised her hand and so did the other 10 people who hadn't raised their hands previously. Looking around the room Clarke noticed the stares from most of the composition majors and it was then that Clarke understood what was going on. Pike was starting a war. Raven was right about the rivalry between Recording and Composition Majors. Most of the composition majors stared with such fury Clarke felt like a whole burnt through her body from the fire in their eyes. This rivalry was deep and it seemed like less of a rivalry and more like intense hatred. Clarke looked at her fellow Recording majors and many of them were returning the intense gazes of the Composition students. It was almost amusing if it didn't seem like they took it so seriously. Clarke wondered what fed such hatred. There was obvious history behind those gazes.
She connected eyes with a girl sitting behind her to the right and Clarke had to stop herself from gasping as she took in a breath. Her body seized as she stared at the girl. The girl was beyond stunning. She stared at the chiseled face and strong jawline. Most of all, she had these expressive, glassy, light green eyes that made her look even more perfect than she already did. Her hair was braided with the bottom cascading of her shoulders. She was a brunette and her hair looked silky, shiny, and almost too perfect. She wore a button down shirt and jeans but still looked elegant with the way she held herself, posture straight and composed. Everything about the girl was too perfect and Clarke couldn't seem to get her eyes to look away. The green eyed girl found her eyes and stared back at her and unlike the others who stared with fiery rage, she looked rather intrigued. Her face however was rather impassive and expressionless as they both held each others gazes for much longer than a normal person would. Clarke forced herself to look away and faced back forwards at Pike. Perhaps she lost the stare-off with the green eyed girl but she decided to avert her attention. Her body was still seizing and pounding from her first look at the girl. She felt something in her stomach and the feeling stayed. The girl was so stunning that for Clarke to be able to pull her eyes off of her, it took every bone in her body.
Pike was thrumming fingers on his lap letting the tension within the building rise. He held a wicked smile on his face. Clarke couldn't help but to feel annoyed at his wanting to divide the students and start rivalries. What could she expect though? This was the most hated teacher in the music school. He finally released the tension by speaking.
"Let's have some fun. Which major do you think is better? Composition or Recording?"
Someone scoffed quietly but considering the pin drop silence that was a result of the high tension in the room, it was very audible.
Pike's picked up the noise and raised his eyes to the girl. Clarke turned around and was staring at the same girl she couldn't not keep her eyes off of. The green eyed brunette.
"Ms. Woods, do you have anything to share?" Pike spoke.
Clarkes eyes widened at the revelation. This girl was the same one that Raven was rambling about in the morning. The rich billionaire Lexa Woods. The heiress to some super rich sports company. Clarke felt disappointed. Her body language at least showed it when her jaw dropped for a moment but immediately closed and she frowned. She felt disappointed that such a pretty person would be such a snob. Raven detailed in length the stories of her parties about how Lexa Woods always ended up downing too many shots and having sex with multiple girls. She didn't seem like one to take college very seriously. Perhaps there was more to her than what others said, Clarke hoped.
"Composition obviously."
Her voice was light and easy despite her impassive face and stoic body language.
"Recording Musicians lack any creative bone in their body. They manage to use the same four chords in every song and slap a bunch of instruments on and apparently it's a so called song." She spoke with an almost bored tone and completely disregarded the fiery stares that Clarke saw her classmates shooting down at her.
Clarke scoffed. So Raven's assessment of her that she gained from others was right. The girl was snobby.
Pike laughed softly amused by Lexa Woods' statement.
"Anyone care to refute her argument?" He asked.
Clarke turned back forward and raised her hand.
Pike pointed towards Clarke and said,
"And you are?"
"Ms. Griffin." Clarke responded confidently.
"Alright Ms. Griffin what do you have to say?"
Clarke didn't turn towards Woods and instead said her statement facing Pike.
"Not everyone is stupid with their theory and understanding of musical complexity. That was just a stupid stereotype to think everyone writes with the same four chords. Besides what many songs may lack in theoretical complexity they make up in complex arrangements and production" Clarke said analytically without facing the girl. She could feel Lexa Woods' stare down her neck but she didn't avert her gaze from the front of the room.
Pike nodded acknowledging the Clarke's response was well worded and refuted Woods easily.
"Your response Ms. Woods?"
Clarke decided to turn her face speak towards her and she was staring right at Clarke with a bored look on her face.
"Most of the complex arrangements you speak about consist of four to maybe 5 instruments that carry simply melodies and harmonies that a 6th grader could conjure. And about the production, it's not as complicated as you make it seem."
Lexa Woods spoke with an even tone that seemed much more conversational that a debate.
Clarke just light shook her head. She doubted Lexa Woods even understood what recording majors did. Her assumption was entirely wrong and held no semblance of truth. It disgusted and annoyed her. It was so stereotypical and completed disregarded the study that was recording music that it pissed Clarke off. Lexa Woods was nothing but a pretty girl with no idea of what she was speaking upon. Maybe she knew a thing or two about compositional writing but Clarke secretly thought that she trumped the girl on those topics as well thinking about how idiotic the words that spilled out her mouth were. The girl was still looking at Clarke with a look Clarke couldn't quite decipher. Clarke turned away and faced Pike.
Pike's eyebrows raised and he smiled with his lips
"Good response Ms. Woods. Maybe one day I'll consider bringing in the piano and you can teach the recording majors chords other than the 4 universal ones that consist in popular music." Pike chuckled at his own joke.
Clarke's jaw dropped and she looked at Pike with spite. How could he side with her? Her response wasn't even that good she basically just said 'I don't believe that's true' and Pike took to it like gods words. What the fuck. She turned to take a look at Lexa Woods who was staring at Pike with a thin smile on her face. She let go of her rigid and straight posture and sat back in her chair crossing her hands over her chest in a relaxing position. Of course' she thought. Pike favors the rich girl. She looked back at Pike with fiery eyes.
"I think if we continue to talk about this topic we'll only be at each others throats like Ms. Woods and Ms. Griffin seem to be edging close to" He looked from Clarke to Lexa Woods seemingly observing their body language and then spotted the raised hand of a man to the right of Clarke.
Clarke looked over and took in his handsome features. He had curly hair and a chiseled face. He leaned back in his chair in a comfortable relaxed position and his hands went to the pockets of his leather jacket. He wore a black stylish jacket and a murky green shirt underneath, a color that normally looked old and worn out but Clarke thought he wore it well. He paired it with a brown belt and brown jeans along with a simple pair of black boots. His hair curled down his forehead and stopped before his eye line making his hair look rugged but Clarke could tell it was neatly combed. He was handsome with sharp cheekbones and jawline.
"Yes Mr. Blake?" Pike said with a bored tone.
"I was hoping to respond.
"Yes Mr. Blake?" Pike said.
"Lexa doesn't even produce. Her entire response was just 'No you're wrong.' That wasn't a good response Prof." He had a deep gruff voice.
Clarke lightly smiled. She liked the guys confidence. He didn't care that he was basically going against Professor Pike. He was right too. Lexa Woods didn't say a thing.
Pike lightly frowned
"It's Ms. Woods in this class. And alright so you think her response was bad. Shall we continue this conversation?"
He raised his eyes looking at someone behind Clarke.
"Ms. Blake?"
Clarke turned to face a girl who was sitting right next to Lexa Woods. She looked like the spitting image of the girl of the guy who just spoke. Clarke knew they were siblings even if the last names weren't said. She had the same color hair and chiseled face. She wore a black shirt and kept her hair out which was straight and flowed down her shoulders.
"It's alright Bellamy we all know you can't make anything creative even if every person in this room depended on it."
She spoke with a fiery rage and Pike bellowed with laughter. The guy sitting to Clarkes right named Bellamy scowled and frowned at his sisters words.
"Alright now we really must move on because I'm afraid the Blake's are already at each others throats. Pike said.
Clarke quickly glanced at the Ms. Blake and Lexa Woods who was sitting next to her. She suspiciously averted her gaze when Clarke looked at her making Clarke feel nervous.
Pike went on to lecture the class for another hour about the different types of harmonies. His lecture was incredibly long and boring and Clarke knew she would already dread coming to this class. She already made an enemy of Lexa Woods and the other composition majors. Taking a second year class was such a mistake. She thought her business classes would be hard but this class seemed like a sledgehammer repeatedly drilling into her head.
"Congrats on making it through your first lecture. Next class we will be starting a project to answer the question, Why does western music focus so much on Legrenzi Harmonies? Don't worry I will pick your groups."
Clarke groaned. She was incredibly relieved that Pike dismissed them but the news of a project that too with people Pike would pick, probably to make it harder, made Clarke regret picking the class. Everyone got up to leave as Clarke put her binder back into her back and dropped her book close to the walkway. She bent down to pick it up when a hand quickly snatched it before she could reach out to grab it.
Clarke looked up to Lexa Woods standing before her holding her book in her hand. Clarke's breath hitched as stared into her green eyes. Lexa Woods looked more stunning up close. Her skin clear and glowing and the green eyes looked ever more stunning. The green eyes averted their gaze and looked towards the book Clarke was currently reading named "The color purple." The book that Lexa Woods seemed to snatch away.
Woods eyed the book and looked back up at Clarke in a look that seemed to be sizing her up. The girl Blake was beside her eyeing Clarke with intrigue.
Lexa Woods extended her hand offering the book back to Clarke. Clarke responded with what she hoped was an expressionless face.
"Thanks." She muttered
She took the book and quickly walked down the steps of the lecture hall trying to escape the weird situation. She took no second glance at the two girls. The encounter was confusing and Clarke was confused why the green eyed girl had practically snatched the book when she was already about to pick it up. Was she sizing Clarke up or what? Clarke was leaving the lecture from one of the mirrored exit doors when the guy with curly hair came up to her. He was tall and attractive. He was all lean muscle and walked with his hands in his jean pockets.
"Hey what's your name?" His gruff voice still suprised Clarke.
"I'm Clarke."
"I'm Bellamy." He held a side smirk that would've looked unwelcoming if he didn't seem so at ease.
"I'll see you around Clarke. Us recording majors gotta stick together."
He said with a grin and saluted Clarke jokingly.
Clarke chuckled and he walked away. She headed out to the other side of the building where Raven was in her class that would finish at any second. She was relieved to be out of Pike's class and the tense atmosphere. e spoke. The low gruff voice still surprised Clarke.
/
Lexa stood still staring at the Blonde girl who was seemingly walking down the steps towards to exit doors of the lecture hall. Her body was still seizing and spasming strangely. She felt jittery and unable to expend the feeling which was all a result from her first look at the Blonde haired girl with blue eyes. Lexa didn't even know her first name. She answered Pike's question with 'Ms. Griffin' in her sweet lovely tender voice. When Lexa connected eyes with her her whole body convulsed. She peered into those piercing blue eyes lit with emotion. Her blonde hair flowed of her shoulders creating an illusion of a glow. Lexa was immediately enchanted and couldn't draw her eyes away. The girl was flawless and incredibly beautiful. She met Lexa's eyes and her piercing blue eyes stared at her with confusion. Then they softened into an emotion she couldn't quite read. Lexa felt an intense desire and need to be closer to her. To be able to study and admire her face from up close. This emotion that wholly encompassed her felt nothing like the slight attraction she felt to the many women she slept with. Lexa already felt addicted to the girl from staring at her for a couple seconds. The intense attraction she felt made her shiver. She had never ever felt such a pull towards someone in her life.
Suddenly her day brightened up even though she was in class that everyone dreaded. Pike was an awful professor but for some strange reason he seemed to take a liking to Lexa, perhaps because she was the star student of all the composition majors. She knew however that Pike would not make this class easier but her mind felt completely at ease when she looked towards the blonde blue eyed girl who wore a simply gray jacket and white blouse paired with jeans. She could stare at her for hours.
Much to her dismay, she forced herself to pay attention to Pike when her brain focused on the words she heard.
"Which major do you think is better? Composition or Recording?"
Without realization she let out a scoff. It was the initial reaction to question she considered stupid. Recording Majors had absolutely nothing on Composition majors and most of them knew it. Recording majors were sick scum who stole ideas and had no brain of their own. The rivalry that existed in the school between the two majors wasn't baseless. Recording majors were thieves and had absolutely none creativity. The rivalry between the two majors was fixed when one recording majors had apparently stolen a melody line from a composition major. The aftermath was ugly especially since the song was awarded for its creativity and ingenuity by the school board competition. That's when all hell broke loose and both majors starting hating each other. Lexa had some how become one of the leading voices of the Composition majors due to her rich background and her skill at composing which was noticed by all to be highly exemplary. She never asked for such a thing though. She was merely put into it the position and excepted it for Lexa wasn't one to back down. Considering all of the knowledge she had about Recording majors she thought the question was incredibly stupid. One would be an idiot to think Recording Music was a better major. Though her scoff was barely audible but due to the pin drop silence in the class, everyone heard the noise.
Pike caught her eyes directing his words to her pulling Lexa out of her thoughts.
"Ms. Woods, do you have anything to share?" Pike spoke.
Lexa didn't want to answer the question. She didn't want to share but she was putting into a leader position long ago and held a great affinity for her fellow composing majors who mostly were great people. It was her duty to share and she was Lexa Woods, leading was practically her birthright.
"Composition obviously. Recording Musicians lack any creative bone in their body. They manage to use the same four chords in every song and slap a bunch of instruments on and apparently it's a so called song." She said he words surprisingly even and almost bored like although that was note the tone she was going for; she wished for a more chastising tone but the bored tone seemed to work even better than was she predicted for a chastising tone.
Pike laughed at her comment and Lexa lips curled up in victory as Pike seemed to love her response.
"Anyone care to refute her argument?" He asked.
A couple hands shot up but Lexa took quick notice to the girl she had been drawn too raising her hand. Pike called her.
"And you are?"
"Ms. Griffin." Her voice was sweet. Lovely and enchanting. Lexa couldn't think of enough adjectives to describe the soothing sound of her voice.
Ms. Griffin repeated in Lexa's mind as the invasive thoughts creeped in and she put no attempt to stop it. That's when she realized the girl was about to refute her statement. 'Fuck' Lexa thought. She was a composition major, this girl was her one of her bitter enemies. She couldn't feel attracted to her. That was against everything the feud stood for. She couldn't help it though. She hoped the girl would refute Lexa. Lexa hoped she would entirely dismiss her and her disprove her statement. She felt incredibly weird for feeling that way. It was weakness she recalled. She tried to focus on the conversation at hand and her identity as the unspoken leader of the composers instead of whatever crazy waves of emotions she experiences and she stared at the blonde hair on the back of Ms. Griffin.
"Alright Ms. Griffin, go on."
The girl didn't turn to face her and instead spoke forward towards Pike.
"Not everyone is stupid with their theory and understanding of musical complexity. That was just a stupid stereotype to think everyone writes with the same four chords. Besides what many songs may lack in theoretical complexity they make up in complex arrangements and production."
Her voice was beautiful Lexa first thought before she took everything the blue eyed girl said in. Lexa raised her eyebrows at surprise at how wrong she was. All recording majors were stupid with their theory. Lexa would've known if there was anyone who remotely had talent. She sighed as she contemplated the girl. She probably wasn't creative either. Lexa silently hoped to be disproved though. Perhaps this girl was one to change the tides of her compatriots. The girl didn't know enough to make such a claim.
Pike nodded taking in Clarkes words and turned back to face Lexa.
"Your response Ms. Woods?"
"Most of the complex arrangements you speak about consist of four to maybe 5 instruments that carry simply melodies and harmonies that a 6th grader could conjure. And about the production, it's not as complicated as you make it seem." She said calmly.
Lexa was looking over at Griffin and the blue eyed girl met her eyes with a piercing gaze.
Pike's eyebrows raised and he smiled with his lips curled
"Good response Ms. Woods. Maybe one day I'll consider bringing in the piano and you can teach the recording majors chords other than the 4 universal ones that consist in popular music."
Pike chuckled at his own joke.
Lexa turned to face him and smiled smugly. She knew Pike favored her as the winner of the argument. The blonde girl had nothing on her Lexa thought although she knew Pike favored her unfairly. She didn't have to turn to know to know the blue eyed girl was angry.
Pike seemingly noticed her expression and responded by evading the situation.
"I think if we continue to talk about this topic we'll only be at each others throats like Ms. Woods and Ms. Griffin seem to be edging close to" He looked from Griffin to Lexa seemingly observing their body language and then spotted the raised hand of a man to the right of Griffin.
Lexa should've known that Bellamy would try and get into the argument. He seemed to always represent that composition majors but he was all bark no bite. He was just a handsome figurehead who Pike seemingly showed affection for a reason Lexa didn't understand. She knew that her suspicion was validated when Pike called on him which he wouldn't have done for any other student.
"Yes Mr. Blake?" Pike said with a faked bored tone.
Bellamy spoke calmly
"Lexa doesn't even produce. Her entire response was just 'No you're wrong.' That wasn't a good response Prof."
Lexa seethed in her chair. The stupid guy made Lexa annoyed for no reason. He just was invalid, stupid, had nothing to add to the profession of music and it frustrated Lexa. It also didn't help that he called Lexa's point bad.
"Stupid idiot." Octavia muttered under her breath.
Octavia sat to the right of Lexa.
"Ms. Blake?" Pike said.
"It's alright Bellamy we all know you can't make anything creative even if every person in this room depended on it."
She spoke with a fiery rage and Pike bellowed with laughter. Lexa watched as Bellamy scowled and frowned at his sisters words.
"Alright now we really must move on because I'm afraid the Blake's are already at each others throats. Pike said with a smile on his face.
Pike went on talking about history that she had already knew and was in no sense of mind to full envelop on the first day of school. She tried with every braincell in her body to stop staring at the blonde hair in the left side of her peripheral but was failing miserably. Lexa hated herself for it but she couldn't make her eyes move away. She had whole heartedly gained Lexa's undivided attention by merely looking at Lexa.
Before Lexa even realized the class was coming to an end and she was walking down the steps when she saw the girl drop her book. She couldn't control herself and Lexa practically galloped over and snatched the book before the blue eyed girl could pick it up. She looked at the cover. The color purple. It was a book Lexa loved. She tried opening her mouth to say something about the book but was unable to and was lost staring into the ocean eyes the girl stared at back confused with Lexa's inaction and Lexa forced her hand out giving the book back.
The girl gave a sort of half smile and muttered "Thanks." Before turning and walking down the steps.
Lexa's best friend spoke.
"What was that?" Octavia said.
"What?" Lexa said as they walked out the lecture hall doors.
Octavia squinted and said.
"You know what I'm talking about don't play stupid. You spent the entire class staring at that blonde haired girl and practically ran over to pick up her book." Octavia chastised.
Lexa scoffed.
"As if. The girl's a recording music major. We don't converse with the enemy."
Octavia smirked.
"That didn't stop you from staring at her like you wanted to kiss her abrasively."
Lexa's eyes slightly widened but for the most part she contained her stony expression.
"No she just challenged me. I don't like challenges." Lexa resorted to a half truth.
"Oh. Yeah sure." Octavia spoke with suspicion.
Lexa didn't fool her and would've tried harder if not for her body whose receptors seemed to be sending signals off sparks throughout that traveled through her stomach. What was this? She never felt so giddy for anyone but now she felt butterflies and a trembling feeling every time she thought of the blonde girl.
Lexa finally pushed away her feelings. Love is weakness. She couldn't afford to be weak. It already punished her enough after her parents death. She wouldn't get over it again. Whatever she was experiencing around the blonde couldn't affect her like this. She walked off into the Limo that sat parked by the street lights. Love is weakness love is weakness love is weakness she chanted in her head.
/
Clarkes day of school winded down and she took the subway to head back to her apartment in Brooklyn. She was incredibly worn out. Taking so many classes had already started to affect her on the first day. She also just felt exhaustion from being around people she didn't know in environments she didn't like.
She got the keys to her apartment out of her bag and twisted the key.
"Aden?" She called out. Aden opened his bedroom door and Raven swiftly followed suit. Clarke should've known Raven would've weaseled her way into their apartment to steal their food and mess with Aden.
"Clarke, Raven keeps disrupting me from doing my homework can you please send her off?"
Aden looked towards Clarke with puppy dog eyes and slumped posture in acting upset.
Raven gasped and bumped shoulders with him pushing him to the side.
"How dare you! He's just butt hurt that I beat him 3 straight games in COD."
Clarke rolled her eyes unwilling to delve into their constant fighting relationship.
"You stole the controller from me and forced me to play with you."
Aden huffed.
"Nuh-uh kid don't try to take the high ground on this one."
Raven raised her right hand and ruffled his hair while he scowled and looked up towards her.
Aden was 13 and Clarkes kid brother that she loved with all her heart. He was the sweetest boy if not a little awkward with his prepubescent body but Clarke still loved him overwhelmingly. She didn't think she would've been able to get past her dads death and her mom's drug addiction if it wasn't for him. He was the tether tying Clarke down to reality and stopping him from making bad decisions that would only hurt the both of them not that she cared about herself. Aden was the thing that kept her working and she had slightly grown into a mother figure for him. Most thought they were sibling immediately at first glance. They both had the same blue eyes and blonde hair and very similar facial features making them looking very alike even with the 5 years difference and the vast growth difference.
"How was your day griff?" Raven walked over towards me and then detoured to lounge on the couch.
Aden followed her and sat on the adjacent couch. Clarke put down her bag to her right of the door and sat down next to Aden and ruffled his hair. Clarke ignored raven for a second to speak to Aden.
"How was your day bud?" Clarke said.
He smiled and said
"Missed you."
Clarke gave him a side squeeze and then answered Raven who was fumbling with their rubix cube.
"You had half the classes with me Raven you know. It was just boring but all first days are."
"How's Pike's class?" She asked. Her attention was still on the rubix cube and she almost solved it.
Clarke groaned
"It's awful he sucks but I have some news for you. Guess who's in my class though?"
Raven averted her attention from the cube and raised her eyebrows in question.
"Lexa Woods. At least I think it was her. Pike called on a Ms. woods."
Clarke said while lounging and leaning back in the couch.
Raven eyes widened and she flailed in the couch sitting up from me lounging posture.
"Holy SHIT! What?! Tell me everything. What did she say? Did you try to talk to her?"
"Raven" Clarke said with a serious tone.
"Whatever he's 13 I'm sure he's heard the S word." Raven said before quickly moving on.
"Anyways. Tell me what happened with Lexa Woods?
Raven scrunched her eyebrows and made a confused face.
"What?"
"Well I'm pretty confused on the whole thing." Clarke recalled the whole class in her mind.
"Pike made us argue about whether Composition or Recording Music majors is better, I guess he knows about the whole rivalry thing you said and they all were super angry like they were staring at each other with death glares. And Lexa Woods was staring straight at me kinda creepily. She's super stoic and expressionless. Then me and her were kinda arguing with each other with the whole which major is better. We pretty much gunning for each others throats."
"Clarke!" Raven huffed.
"You're supposed to her befriend her not make her an enemy."
"Yeah well it's hard when she's a snob."
"Ugh you make my life so hard" Raven said with a groan.
"Well I haven't even told you the weirdest part." Clarke said.
"I dropped my book and she basically snatched it off the ground when I was about to pick it up and like sized me up. Then she like batted her eyelashes at me or something. I'm not sure what it was but it was super weird and then she handed the book back to me and I took it back and kinda fled down the stairs of the lecture hall cause the whole exchange was so awkward."
Raven looked at Clarke with an amused smile.
"Weird."
"Yeah I don't think the whole befriend thing is worth it." Clarke said with a shrug.
Aden was silent during the whole conversation and swiveled his head with attentiveness when Clarke and Raven and spoke.
"Who's Lexa Woods?" He said.
"Oh little rat boy you're in for a treat." Raven smirked with her hands crossed over her chest.
Aden scowled and crossed his hands over this chest. He leaned back in the couch and huffed out in frustration.
"Stop calling me that!"
Raven chuckled
"But it's true. You have the skinny frame and you-"
Aden got up and made his way over to Raven to try and hit her but Raven got up and ran around to the kitchen where she stood around the kitchen island.
They stood around the sides of the kitchen island and chased around each other.
Clarke although amused felt the need to put it to a stop.
"Raven." She said chastisingly.
Raven looked over and sighed while raising her hands.
"Alright truce little boy? I won't call you rat boy again."
Aden took a moment before gritting his teeth and forcing out a
"Fine."
They both made their way back to their couches.
"So you wanna know about Lexa Woods." Raven said with a grin.
"Sure" Aden said trying to look uninterested but Clarke could tell he was intrigued. Clarke was amused at their budding sibling like relationship they were more of siblings than Clarke was.
"She's the heiress to the Woods Enterprise."
Aden shot up in the couch.
"The sports company? WOAH!" He said excitedly.
Raven grinned and nodded.
"Yup. She goes to our school and Clarke has a class with her."
Aden looked over at Clarke with gleaming eyes
"That's so cool!" He said with a grin.
Raven spoke.
"See Clarke everyone knows what the woods enterprise is."
Clarke rolled my her eyes and got up.
"As if. I don't watch sports." She retorted
"I think we both know that Clarke. I had to explain to you what the yellow speck floating on the screen was when we were watching tennis." Aden said playfully with a wicked grin on his face.
Raven burst out into laughter convulsing on the couch while Clarke scowled at Aden.
"You've gotten really good and conjuring up lies huh?"
He was still chuckling.
Clarke watched as Raven gasped for air laughing so hard making the coach shake and floor slightly creak. Aden was also laughing mostly at Ravens reaction and Clarke smiled. Things may not have been perfect. And they were far from it but Clarke found that small moments like this kept her in peace from her depressing thoughts and reality that hit her when she went to work to pay for bills or walked out on the depressing streets. The smile felt freeing. She felt free even if it was only for a fraction of a second.
/
Lexa was back home with all her classes done when her thoughts immediately went to the image in her mind that she couldn't erase. She put down her bag and sat on the couch in the living room of the apartment. Light blue eyes that shined with a beautiful glow of life. She couldn't erase the image from her mind and she was already day dreaming about her. A girl who's first name she still didn't even know. A smile curled on her face when her cousin approached her.
"What are you smiling about Lexa?" Anya said with a smirk. Anya must've gotten back from work before Lexa reached the apartment. She had recently finished college and landed a big job working for one of the major law firms in the tri-state area. Lexa was surprised to see her back so early.
"You're home early." Lexa commented as she wiped the smile off her face instantly.
"Evading my question huh?" She said as she crossed her hands on her chest and walked in front of Lexa. She was wearing a burgundy suit tailored to her body with perfection oozing professionalism. The front of her dirty blonde hair was pulled back and the rest of her hair hit her shoulders slightly curled at the bottoms. She looked down at Lexa who was sitting on the couch with her legs crossed.
"It's nothing." Lexa murmured trying not to give anything away. Anya always seemed to know exactly what Lexa was thinking.
"Hmmm well… what's it? Either you've written that greatest composition known to mankind or you've fallen in love with a girl."
Anya guessed as she stared into Lexa's eyes examining her in attempt trying to whether she was right from the expression Lexa returned her.
"My guess is the latter." She said with a smirk.
Lexa stiffened slightly and it only made the smirk on Anya's face grow as her guess was validated by Lexa's body language. Lexa was annoyed that Anya always knew her emotions no matter how hard she tried to mask her expressions. The older girl read her like a book.
"Who is she?" Anya said.
"No one." Lexa grumbled.
"That's the first time I've ever seen you come into the apartment with a smile on your face excluding the times when you were so drunk you could barely walk."
Lexa scowled and stopped trying to remain impassive. The reaction only elicited Anya to continue down her path of inquiry.
"Who's the girl that's made you look so smitten that you could barely look my way when you walked through the door?" Anya teased.
"There's no one." Lexa said.
Anya frowned and sat down next to Lexa on the hard couch.
"Lexa it's okay to live. To feel things. You don't have to be so emotionless and act like you can't feel love."
Lexa stiffened at the conversation as her shoulders tensed up and she clenched her jaw contorting her face to look tensed.
Anya sighed.
"Lexa, I love you. You need to let yourself live. Be happy. Whatever it was that made you come into the apartment smiling, I hope you let it happen more instead of shutting it out."
"Maybe it'll help with your writers block. Have you considered that maybe you have a writers block because you never let your emotions out?"
Lexa stared into Anyas eyes now and Anya seemed wholeheartedly trying to help her but Lexa still didn't like it. She didn't like help from anyone nor did she want to accept it. Lexa didn't want to respond and just nodded.
Anya moved on topics and they both spoke of there days and Lexa was eager to speak of the blue eyed girl but she found herself unable to and Anya seemed to want to know about her but she didn't pry.
Feeling a sudden spur of creativity Lexa told Anya she was going to try to compose and left to the piano that occupied the space right next to her room in the apartment. It was a beautiful steinway great piano and Lexa loved it more than she did most people. She played her frequented pieces and tried fumbling around to create a melody she liked. Her unfortunately brain shut down leaving her without any thought of what to write. She hit her mental block again. It made her angry. She got restless and frustrated when she played notes on the piano trying to conjure the feeling she often got when he mind freely flowed and wrote. She wasn't able to summon it and she frustratingly slammed her right hand down on the keys. Being frustrated wouldn't help Lexa thought and she decided to stop trying, moving away from the piano.
She went to her room to brood and read a book to calm down from the unnecessary upset that enveloped her minutes back. She turned on her record player and brought out her prized vinyl of Erik Satie compositions. A musician she held with high regard for his simple yet painstakingly emotional pieces. She simply listened to the music for a while before focusing her mind on the next task at hand. Soccer practice. She had to train hard if they all wanted to be able to beat Azgeda high, their biggest rivals. Although she was an underclassman she was the undecided leader of the team. Most of the girls looked to her on what to do and for inspiration and strength. She provided it to them easily. Soccer was the one thing that she wasn't fed on a silver spoon by her immense wealth and she earned her respect on the pitch. She got ready for practice and decided to vent her anger through soccer and her soccer ball which was most likely going to be abused at practice today.
Her thoughts returned to the Blonde haired girl in her Music history class as she walked out the apartment to the limo waiting outside for her to take her to the practice. She was hardly done thinking about the blonde girl and it didn't seem like the end was coming soon. Lexa stopped trying to prevent her feelings for the blonde pester. She let the girl fully invade her mind and a smile curled onto Lexa's lips. She was so helpless against the blue eyed girl.