A/N: This is kind of my first Clexa story and my first time writing fanfiction in a LOOOOONG time? Please be gentle.. Reviews, however, are greatly appreciated!

Clarke's POV:

I didn't think she was nearly as intimidating as everyone said.. until she made one of the buff-est guys I had ever seen stop speaking with the flick of her wrist. We were in the middle of the college's library, so everyone could see, too.

I had known her for a month and a half and never imagined she had that much authority.

Lexa Woods was certainly a beautiful girl. Sadly, this was hidden under her brutal demeanor and cold, flat voice. She wasn't very well liked for her personality, but she had many assets and I assumed that the hulk standing behind us needed help in a class. At Arkadia University, any grade below a C in a required course for your major meant a two week suspension from sports. Lexa was the go-to girl for any of the sort. Some would think she was becoming a scientist and not a lawyer.

"Clarke, I will pay for all of our food for the next month if you show our good friend Lincoln Tillman how to do simple," the way she said simple probably broke the poor guy's heart, "college algebra. He doesn't seem to understand." There was a hint of desperation in her voice. Was something up?

I stood there for a moment, obviously willing to take it because I had been living off of ramen for the past month and Lexa had been eating real meals. She offered to share a few times, more out of courtesy than actually caring, though.

But why did it seem like she was pleading? Did nobody else notice?

"Uhh, sure. Any particular sections?"

Lincoln spoke again, "Logrhyms? I.. don't even know how to say it."

Lexa simply clenched her jaw. Her jaw was a defining feature of hers. The way her neatly-made bun framed her face made it even more noticeable. What I would have done to run my lips across that bone.

Wait, what?

"Logarithmic functions? Sounds simple enough," I say, not taking notice that Lincoln was obviously doing poorly. Reenforcing Lexa's statement may have not been the best idea.

Before I could even sit down with the guy, Lexa was gone and nowhere to be seen.

Allowing my roomate to disappear like that may have not been the best idea, either.

Lexa's POV:

I tried not to think about it. I read the most technical books I owned. I organized documents.

I even refused to look at my laptop. I could have seen the date.

No matter how much I tried to ignore my sweaty palms and heavy chest, a feeling of doom lingered over me. My mind wasn't keeping up with my body as I paced around Clarke and I's dorm. Nothing was making sense and I couldn't even make sense of my surroundings. How much time had passed? Who knew. Nobody.

No one knew anything and no matter how much I acted like I preferred it that way, I just wanted to release the pent up emotion from so long ago.

I looked at the date. It was January 21st. I knew it. Why did I have to check? I knew it had been four years.

I knew Costia was dead. She was dead because of me. I knew that. I didn't need to remind myself. No one else knew, though. I had run away from our Alabama home the moment I turned 18. I didn't have to remind myself. Why did I do that?

My heart rate quickened and my vision blurred before I blacked out completely.

One thing I didn't know is that I would wake up to Clarke Griffin checking my temperature.