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Clarke tried to get the brunette off her mind, but she couldn't deny that she truly missed her. Clarke was having fun at the party, of course, her closest friends were there with her, each of them already having consumed a good amount of alcohol, but Clarke couldn't help check but her phone every once in a while, and Raven noticed.

"Just text her." She whispered into the blonde's ear but Clarke shook her head.

"It's Saturday night, she's probably busy with something, Rae. And I don't want to bother her."

Raven sighed. "Clarkypoo, listen. You're thinking about her, right?" Clarke nodded. "And you're checking your phone every two minutes because you hope she wrote you, right?" Clarke nodded again. "And you like her, right?" Clarke paused, a huge blush creeping up her cheeks, but eventually, she nodded, and Raven nodded too when she got the answer she was looking for. "Then text her. I promise you she won't mind."

"Hey bitches, honor the presence of your friends! Entertain the rest of us with what you're whispering about!" Octavia yelled across the room, then went back to pouring shots for the group. Clarke and Raven straightened their backs and shook their heads, earning an eye–roll from Octavia. Just as Clarke downed her Tequila and felt like she had swallowed enough liquid courage to send Lexa a message, Jasper got up, slightly swaying, and cleared his throat.

"Guyls and gays." He began and the group burst out laughing. He shook his head and tried again. "Girls and guys! I proudly a–whoops!" He stumbled backwards into Lincoln, who calmly stretched out a hand to steady the drunken boy in front of him. "Where was I?"

"Proudly!" Octavia yelled back.

"Proudly! Right. I proudly announce that it's time for a fine round of Never Have I Ever!"

The group groaned but knew Jasper was right. No matter how much they all had grown to hate that game, it was a classic at their parties.

Octavia cleared her throat. "Neverevaeva–", she started but the new laughters that erupted from the group shut her up. "Guys! Shhht! I'm tryin'!" The group stifled their giggles. "Never have I ever… I'm out of never have I evers." She pouted.

Monty was quick to jump in. "Never have I ever hated a semester more than this one." Everybody except Clarke drank. "Clarke, really? What the fuck. Okay Rae, your turn."

Raven thought about her options for a while, then smirked. "Never have I ever wanted to text someone badly but didn't have the balls–" the whole group raised their glasses to their mouths but stopped when Raven continued, "right now." The group groaned and set their drinks back down.

"… Claaarke."

"Whaaat."

"You're supposed to driiiink."

"Whyyyy."

Raven rolled her eyes. "We both know whyyy."

Their friends automatically leaned in closer to witness their bantering better, neither of them really knowing what it was about, why Raven was so persistent or why Clarke was so reluctant.

"Okay what's going on here?" Octavia broke the glare battle between Raven and Clarke.

"Clarke's got a–" Raven started but was shut up when Clarke covered her mouth. When she was sure Raven wouldn't speak again, she withdrew her hand.

"crush on–", and the hand was back.

"Flannel Ponytail." Monty finished for Raven.

"Monty what the fuck? How does he–" Clarke narrowed her eyes and slowly, dangerously slow, turned to her best friend. "Raven?"

Raven grinned abashedly. "I might have mentioned that you talk about her a lot." Clarke glared at her and then turned back to Monty who just shrugged.

"I didn't know it was a crush, I just put the pieces together right now."

Unnecessary to mention that now the whole group wanted to know everything about who Flannel Ponytail was and why Clarke was crushing on her. It took Jasper a while to figure out that they were talking about the new girl who he thought had escaped a mental hospital and he blushed hard at the realization, but the group didn't notice or at least ignored it. Instead, they encouraged Clarke to "just text her!" and in the end, Clarke gave in but only if they continued the party and left her alone in the kitchen, which they happily, or not so happily, agreed on.

Clarke (9:18pm): Hey sunshine :) how's it going? What are you doing?

The reply came almost instantly.

Lexa :) (9:19pm): Hey Clarke, it's going okay. I just skyped with my sister and now I'm watching a documentary.

Clarke bit her lip to contain a laughter. That was so lexa.

Clarke (9:22pm): didn't know you had a sister, that's cool. What documentary are you watching?

Lexa :) (9:24pm): She's not really my sister, but she's more than she is not. It's complicated. I don't want to bore you with my evening. What are you doing?

Clarke (9:27pm): You could never bore me Lexi :) I'm having some friends over and they're super drunk so… I rather talk to you about your documentary.

Lexa :) (9:28pm): You should spend time with your friends, Clarke. I don't want to disturb you. (The documentary is about the Voynich manuscript.)

Clarke smiled. Lexa was such a nerd. The Voynich manuscript, she had heard about it but she honestly had no idea what it was, really, but she didn't mind. At least Lexa was talking to her although she was watching something, and that meant that the blonde didn't bother her as much as she had previously feared.

Clarke (9:33pm): Whatever that is, I'm sure it's interesting ;) hey just know that you're very welcome to join us here, in case voynich starts to bore the hell out of you :) x

Lexa :) (9:34pm): Thanks Clarke, but I'd rather stay here and let Voynich bore the hell out of me.

Clarke smirked. To anyone else, Lexa's message sounded like she was trying to get rid of her at all costs, definitely not interested in seeing the blonde, but Clarke knew it probably was because Lexa wasn't too fond of parties, and maybe didn't like too many loud and drunk people at once, either. Also, that was simply the way Lexa spoke and texted. She sighed, nodding to no one in particular and sent a final message.

Clarke (9:38pm): That's a shame, but I get it :) Sleep well sunshine, and don't be a stranger! x

Lexa :) (9:38pm): Enjoy your evening! Good night, Clarke


Clarke groaned as she woke up, immediately feeling the party's aftermath. She would stop drinking one of these days, she was too old for that shit. She quickly checked her phone but to her disappointment, there were a few missed calls from her mother but no sign from Lexa. She had a feeling the brunette wasn't much of an excited texter but nevertheless she'd hoped to wake up to a message from the girl. I'm Clarke Smitten Griffin. Nice to meet you. She laughed at herself and got up.

She didn't quite remember when her friends had left but she knew it wasn't too long ago, and hadn't she had a bunch of homework waiting for her, she would still be fast asleep right now. But the homework were waiting, so she was awake. One of the best things about parties with her friends was that they all made sure to clean up a place before they left, no matter how drunk they were. Clarke smiled. They were friends to kill for, and to die for. Clarke snorted. Dramatic much, Griffin?

She shuffled to her coffee machine and pressed the button, inhaling deeply as the scent of fresh coffee filled the room a moment later.

With her coffee in one hand and her phone in the other, she went to her couch and sat down, took a sip and then unlocked her phone; She couldn't hold back any longer.

Clarke (9:02am): Good morning :)