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The brunette tilted her head to the side.
"Get intimate?" Clarke offered, hoping she wouldn't have to get further into detail and embarrass herself completely, still awkwardly waving around to emphasize her point.
"No, we didn't." The girl finally said, still wearing a small smirk.
"Phew." Clarke dropped her arm and instantly relaxed, but furrowed her brows a moment later. "Wait. We didn't?"
"Nope."
"Um."
"Do you really think if we…" the brunette copied Clarke's motion of gesturing between them, "I would have slept in this armchair?"
Clarke narrowed her eyes and smirked. "You, my dear, are smart." To Clarke's surprise, the brunette's smile faded a little and she quickly lowered her head. Whatever Clarke had said, it had made her uncomfortable and the blonde immediately felt sorry and scolded herself for making that beautiful smile disappear way too soon.
"Hey I'll get dressed and uh… make breakfast? Sound good?"
The girl's smile grew a bit wider again and Clarke mentally high fived herself before disappearing into her bedroom.
"Why did you stay?" Clarke asked as she handed the other girl a cup of coffee, which she happily accepted. The brunette frowned, which Clarke found incredibly adorable, and took a sip before answering. "Because you asked me to."
"I did?"
The brunette nodded.
"Oh God. I didn't– I mean I'm sorry. Next time I ask that, don't listen to me. Just, you know, go home and live your life."
"But you asked me."
"Yeah I do that sometimes. I don't know why." Clarke paused to look at the girl, and found herself drowning again in those deep green eyes. God, girl. I'll get lost in your eyes, sooner or later. And don't you dare rescue me then. It took her moment to gain control over her brain again and she quickly shook off any other thoughts. "I'm sorry, you really didn't have to stay."
The girl opened her mouth to say something, but was stopped when someone knocked on Clarke's door. The blonde shot her an apologetic smile and went to the door and opened it, only to reveal a very tired and obviously still very drunk Finn, leaning at the doorframe, almost falling forward.
"Whoa easy there, I gotcha." Clarke said when she caught a swaying Finn to help him step inside and sit down on a kitchen chair. "What are you doing here?" Clarke was already annoyed.
"Immissed you."
"You could've called me."
"I 'ove you."
"You're drunk."
Finn tried to get up but was pushed back down by Clarke, so he leaned in instead until his head was buried between her breasts. She rolled her eyes.
"C'arke, where'd ya go, you sisappeared. Jus' like that." He mumbled into her cleavage and snapped his fingers.
"I didn't feel like partying, so I went home." She said. Finn let out a groan, and she placed a hand on his head, scratching it soothingly.
The brunette quietly cleared her throat. "I think I'll go now." She stated softly and Clarke turned her head, almost embarrassed for momentarily forgetting that the girl was still there.
"No, please. It's Finn who should go." Clarke insisted but the girl shook her head, and before Clarke could protest, she had shot her a small smile and closed the door behind her. "Wait I–" the blonde called after her but knew she wouldn't hear her, "still don't know your name."
Finn ended up sleeping at Clarke's apartment to get rid of his hangover, and Clarke was more than annoyed. He had disturbed her peaceful morning with the brunette, he had made her leave before Clarke could ask for her name, and now he was sleeping in the next room, snoring loud enough that not even headphones and an unhealthily high volume could push him out of Clarke's head, and after twenty minutes, she gave up.
Weekends were supposed to refresh her, to give her new strength to endure the horrors that came with several classes, and yet here she was; Tired, hungover and with dark circles under her eyes that perfectly mirrored how she felt inside, strolling aimlessly across the campus because her boyfriend decided to take away her Saturday–peace.
She sat down on a bench, mindlessly sipping her coffee to go, looking at nothing in particular. Her mind wandered back to the brunette girl and Clarke smiled. The girl had walked her home and stayed there because Clarke had asked her to. Although she couldn't feel worse about it, Clarke also felt all warm and fuzzy. Who the hell would do that, nowadays anyway, Clarke thought to herself, and without realizing, her smile grew wider at the thought of seeing the girl again on Monday.
An hour later, she decided to head back home and finally throw Finn out. He had his own home, she wasn't his Mother Teresa.
"Finn?" She called as she entered her apartment, and was met with dead silence. She huffed and opened the bedroom door and rolled her eyes at the sight of her shirtless boyfriend laying on his stomach, drooling over the pillow.
"Finn." She tried again, in a slightly louder and much more annoyed tone.
"Whmt", he mumbled rather unintelligibly.
"Get up and leave, I got shit to do." Clarke snarled back as she threw his shirt into his face.
"What?" He lazily raised his head to look at her, and Clarke struggled to contain a laughter about her boyfriend who looked incredibly dumb with his mouth open and his eyes half–closed.
"I said get up and leave." Clarke rolled her eyes again and left the room. It took Finn several minutes to get up and meet her in the kitchen. He tried to sneak his arms around her from behind, but she was quick to wiggle her way out of his hug.
"Finn, I'm serious. I have tons of homework and you're distracting me."
On contrary to her expectation, he smirked and placed his hands on the counter on either side of Clarke, trapping her, and leaned closer. "And I have quite a few ways to distract you."
Clarke remained unimpressed at his attempt. "Finn. Please."
He growled and stepped back. "Is that because of the chick that was here this morning?"
"Excuse me?"
"Are you behaving like that because of her? Did she stay over night?"
Clarke crossed her arms. "Yeah, in fact she did."
"Oh really. Bet she was stiff like a board in bed." Clarke blinked twice with widened eyes. His mood had shifted from horny to furious in twelve seconds, and she slowly wiped away the saliva that he had spat at her.
"Don't ever talk about her like that."
"Oh was she rough and dirty then? Highly doubt that." He snorted and took another step back but before he could turn around, Clarke's hand hit his cheek, and it hit it hard. "Get out."
"Clarke, I–"
"NOW!" She yelled and never before had she seen Finn move faster.
She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh after Finn slammed the door behind him as he left. Great.
