It wasn't long before there was a knock at the door. Lexa removed the rag from her face and sat up. Her stomach was tying itself in knots. Clarke was one thing, but she wasn't ready to expose herself to these strangers.

Clarke answered the door, an in walked Bellamy, Murphy, and a girl Lexa didn't recognize. "This is my friend Emori," John explained. "She already knows everything."

"Good," Clarke said. "We need all the help we can get."

Lexa bit at her bottom lip nervously. She could still here Ontari's voice in the back of her head screaming, 'Stupid dyke!"

"What exactly is the plan?" John asked. He crossed his arms and looked expectantly at Clarke.

"Last time, we went straight to the Dean," she began as Lexa listened with morbid curiosity. "That didn't work. So this time, I'm suggesting that we start at the counseling services. We could use someone with some authority on our side to put pressure on the Dean."

Murphy nodded thoughtfully. "As much as I hate the idea of telling my story again, I think you have a point."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Emori asked, placing a concerned hand on John's shoulder.

"Yeah, nobody's making you," Bellamy chimed in.

Lexa met John's eyes. She had no idea what went down between him and Ontari, but she could clearly see the pain in his eyes, and it was all her fault for making him talk about it. She felt like a monster.

"No," Lexa said suddenly. "You don't have to do anything for me."

"I want to," John said firmly, holding her gaze. "Ontari can't be allowed to terrorize the entire campus."

"I'll set up an appointment for us once school starts," Bellamy said. "In the mean time, what do we do?"

"We lay low," Clarke answered. "We keep out of Ontari's way, and we don't tell anyone what we're doing. Not even our friends. You never know who might overhear or have loose lips."

John Murphy nodded. "Ok. I'll be ready."

The trio left Lexa's dorm, leaving her alone again with her roommate. Clarke sat down on the bed next to her and squeezed her hand. "We're going to take care of it," she promised.

"Why are you all doing this for me?" Lexa asked quietly. Nobody she knew in Polis would have cared. Not even her high school principals cared when Ontari figured out how to leave death threats in her locker.

"Because you're our friend," Clarke replied.

"But what about them?" Lexa asked. "They barely know me."

"It's the right thing to do," Clarke assured her. "I don't know what your life was like in Polis, but I'm getting the impression that it wasn't very good. But you're not in Polis anymore, and I'm gonna do everything in my power to take care of you."

Lexa's eyes began to water at her roommate's confession. Again, she felt those butterflies stirring in her stomach, but she quieted them down as quick as she could. Just because Clarke was being nice didn't mean she'd want Lexa in that way.

And yet, Lexa couldn't stop herself from fantasizing as she stared at Clarke's lips, wondering how soft they were. And Clarke's hands, gently caressing her skin as she whispered in Lexa's ear.

Lexa had it bad for Clarke. How had this happened, she wondered. How could she have let her guard down and let the other girl in? A fresh tear fell down her cheek, a mixture of joy and pain.

Clarke retrieved the rag and dabbed at Lexa's face again. "How about a movie night with Raven and Octavia to take your mind off of this?" she offered.

"I'd like that," Lexa replied with a smile.