In the middle of the most brutally boring Ancient Greek History class Clarke had ever had to endure, she wouldn't have hesitated jumping up from her seat and running around the lecture hall three times, celebrating the buzz of her phone in pure thankfulness, but the fingers of her right hand were intertwined with Lexa's under the table and she didn't want to startle the girl, so she figured smiling would be the better option.

After pulling out her phone and swiping her thumb across the screen to open the text, her smile instantly disappeared when she read it.

Raven (9:14am): party at ontari's tonight, pleeaasssee say we're going!

With an eye–roll, she quickly typed in a reply.

Clarke (9:15am): Most definitely not, Raven!

It was the first day of college after the Thanksgiving holiday, and even only one hour in, Clarke felt like she hadn't gotten any sleep for the past twelve weeks. All she wanted to do was snuggle into Lexa's side and doze off to the scent of lavender, cinnamon and hot chocolate. Or pizza even; She wasn't picky, really.

Then again, she and her friends hadn't really been to any party together at all for a while now, and Clarke knew she was the one to blame since she couldn't stand being more than two feet away from her favorite shy girl.

Raven (9:17am): c'moonn clarkey! :( we miss you!

With a long sigh, she slid her phone over, stopping Lexa's writing. The girl glared at the disturbing object on her notebook with a deep frown before reading the text message. She quickly glanced at Clarke and shrugged before shoving the phone back to Clarke, leaving the blonde wondering what Lexa's answer actually was. She decided to go with an Okay, hoping she was right, before typing in a final answer, hitting Send with a scrunched up nose.

Clarke (9:21am): Okay, but I might bring Lexa

Raven (9:21am): even better! 3

With a smile, Clarke locked her phone and slid it back into her jeans' pocket before spending the rest of the lecture looking at Lexa, wondering what on earth she had done to have her in her life.

After almost fainting at her luck when Lexa actually agreed on going to the party with her during lunch break, Clarke had promised to pick her up at 7:30pm.

So here she was, in her black high heels and a silverish dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, knowing exactly what kind of an effect she had on people (especially the guys she had passed on her way to the dorm building), nervously tugging at her dress, running her slightly shaking hand through her hair. Come on, Griff, are you kidding me? You already have the girl! Just knock!

She shook her head again before taking in a deep breath, and with a self–reassuring nod, she knocked at the door in front of her.

She had expected everything, anything, but not for Lexa to be wearing black ripped skinny jeans, black worn out lace–up boots, a black tank top that showed just the right amount of cleavage for Clarke's mouth to water, or go completely dry, she wasn't sure. And as if the girl in front of her hadn't looked attractive enough already, she had added a red flannel with rolled up sleeves and dark smokey eye make up Clarke hadn't known she was addicted to, until now.

All in all, Lexa, probably unaware of it, was showing off the confidence that Clarke had lost on the way up to the brunette's room. Clarke's eyes took their time wandering down the brunette and back up, while a smirk found its way onto Clarke's face. Especially after she noticed Lexa nervously fiddling with one of her bracelets.

"Uh…" Clarke started but stopped, her brain had officially decided to stop working at the sight of her girl, who was now cocking her head in response.

"Clarke?"

"Huh?"

"Are you okay?" Lexa asked, at this point more worried than confused. She carefully took a step towards the blonde.

Clarke quickly shook her head, trying to come back to reality, before realizing that shaking her head when Lexa asked her whether she was okay, probably hadn't been her brightest moment.

"Yeah, I am," she reassured the girl and took a step forward as well, before cupping Lexa's cheeks to pull her into a kiss.

This kiss was different from the ones they had shared before, more confident, more daring. Usually, their kisses were soft and gentle, sometimes careful even. Of course they had added their tongue before, so they knew how it felt, but nonetheless, Clarke couldn't stop the quiet moan that escaped her throat when their tongues finally met.

Before she could lose control over her mind and especially her body, she pulled away, smirking when Lexa chased after her lips before realizing that Clarke had taken a step back, and opened her eyes as well.

"We should go or we'll be late." Clarke explained and Lexa nodded in agreement before automatically taking Clarke's hand and leading the way out of the building.

When they arrived at quarter past eight, the party was already louder than Clarke had expected. When she reached out to open the door, she felt Lexa's grip tighten slightly around her own hand, so she lowered her other arm a bit again.

"Hey," she said softly, "I know it's loud, and I know there are a lot of people. But Raven will be there, and O will be there, too. And even Lincoln and Monty, you know them, as well." She softly tucked some loose hair that had escaped Lexa's ponytail back behind a tiny ear. "Okay?"

Lexa took a moment to sort her thoughts but then sucked in a sharp breath and nodded.

The door swung open and a very tipsy Raven pulled them both into a hug, causing Clarke and Lexa to slightly bump into each other. Clarke could feel Lexa tense up but she still appeared calm, so the blonde decided not to mention it.

"Heeyyy my lovely lovebirdy lovebirds!" She slurred and let go of them, only to shove them inside the house.

The place was incredibly crowded, and Clarke only hoped that Lexa would be okay. The brunette had assured her, time and again, that it was fine and that Clarke shouldn't worry so much, but Clarke couldn't help it, she just wanted Lexa to be okay and have a good time.

They elbowed their way through the house, aiming for the backyard where Clarke knew her friends would be, and she was right. The group greeted them heartily and moved together so that the girls could sit on the benches as well. Lexa chose a seat next to Lincoln, leaving enough room for Clarke. The blonde however didn't sit down.

"Hey Lex," Clarke said and Lexa's head shot up to meet the blonde's look, and Clarke could see a hint of panic flashing through the other girl's eyes, "I'll get us some drinks, you okay here?"

Lexa quickly glanced at Lincoln who smiled back reassuringly, and then nodded her head.

"Okay, I'll be right back." Clarke promised, cupped her girl's cheeks and leaned down to peck soft lips, before she danced off.

The moment Clarke disappeared in the crowd in the house, Lexa reached down and started fiddling with a loose twine of her flannel.

"Hey Lexa?" Lincoln asked after a moment of watching the girl next to him.

"Yes?"

"I meant to wait until you have your drink so we could clink our glasses, but now that Clarke is away, is the perfect timing to congratulate you!"

Without looking at him, Lexa slightly furrowed her brows in confusion. "Why?"

Lincoln let out a warm, friendly laugh. "Because of Clarke. She's a great catch, and you make her happy, so…" he raised his own glass, "well done!"

When Lexa sent him a quick smile but dropped her eyes to her hands again, he lowered his glass and carefully studied the brunette for another moment.

"What are you thinking?" He said, gently bumping their shoulders.

Lexa quietly cleared her throat. "She makes me happy, too."

Inside the house, Clarke grew frustrated. She knew there wouldn't be many non–alcoholic drinks, but she had hoped that she would at least find a few bottles of soda, but every bottle was already open, filling the kitchen with a strong scent of alcohol. After putting down the last bottle, Clarke grabbed her beer with a grunt and went to find Ontari. She found her at the beer pong table.

"Hey Ontari?" She greeted the black haired girl whose lips immediately formed the provoking smirk that Clarke had fallen in love with back then, and now more than disliked.

"Clarke, to what do I owe this pleasure?" She said while taking a bold step towards Clarke, who crossed her arms at the same time, indicating that Ontari wouldn't get anywhere with her tonight.

"I need some coke." The blonde said, and Ontari knitted her eyebrows.

"You stopped a while ago, Clarke, what's the matter?" Ontari, slightly worried now, asked while taking another step toward the blonde, "Is this about Finn?"

Before Clarke could let out a laugh and explain the situation, she heard a voice behind her, and in a split second, she had her fingers balled into a fist, ready to lose her composure.

"What's about my brother?"