okay so Chapter 2! I might finish up Chapter 3 this weekend. I've been on a creative roll here lately so Ive been getting a lot done. Thanks Guys!

The bell to end first period rang. Lexa stood up gathering her things. Raven stood up as well. "I'll see you at the party tonight, right?" Raven asked.

"Yeah. I'll be there." Lexa called after Raven who was making a quick exit to make it to her next class.

Lexa glanced at Clarke who was still in her seat looking over her schedule and a map of the school. She looked really confused. Lexa decided if she was going to end up banging this gorgeous girl, she better start talking her up now.

"Do you need help finding your next class?" Lexa asked trying to form some kind of smile to appear friendly.

"Uh. Yeah. Where's Mrs. Hunt's room?" Clarke asked standing, still looking over her schedule.

"AP Lit?"

"Yeah."

"That's my next class too. Just follow me."

"Thank you." Clarke said smiling as her bright blue eyes met Lexa's piercing green ones.

I'm screwed Lexa thought. This girl's eyes are going to be the death of me. Lexa got to the door of the classroom. The hall was crowded and moving slowly. Large bodies blocked their exit.

"Hold on. We're going in." Lexa warned Clarke as she ducked her head and begain to work through the hall. She turned around to make sure Clarke was still there. She was. Hanging on for dear life to Lexa's bag. Lexa smiled at the terrified Clarke trying make her feel less threatened by the busy hallway. Lexa held out her hand for Clarke to hold onto. Clarke eagerly grabbed Lexa's hand. Lexa, reassuringly, squeezed Clarke's hand as if to say 'I got you, you'll be fine.'

As Lexa led Clarke through the hallway-Clarke still clutching Lexa's hand-she received high fives from people excited for the upcoming basketball season. She would look back every seven or eight steps to make sure Clarke was still there, even though she was holding her hand.

Lexa finally pulled Clarke into a classroom where, written on the whiteboard, it said "Mrs. Hunt". Clarke was relieved. Lexa let go of her hand (Clarke immediately missed the presence) and proceeded to find a seat for the two of them in the back. This was the first time Clarke was able to really take Lexa in. Lexa wore purple Nike tennis shoes and black ankle socks that she barely noticed. She had on white jeans (that highlighted all the right curves) and a slightly oversized, sleeveless, black shirt. Her hair was in an intricate braid that made Clarke wonder how long it took her to get it perfect. She was absolutely stunning.

"Its rude to stare." Lexa said as she sat down in her seat with a smirk spreading across her face.

"Oh. Um. I wasn't...I didn't." Clarke stuttered.

"Just come on. Sit down before the bell rings." Lexa said. And Clarke did as she was asked.

"We're back bitches!" Just before the bell rang a brunette walked in the door.

The whole class exploded into laughter, even Clarke.

"Octavia Blake. So glad to see you back." Mrs. Hunt said sarcastically.

"O, back here!" Lexa called to her and pointed to a seat on her right. "This is Clarke, she's new." Lexa said gesturing to Clarke as Octavia sat down.

"Nice to meet you, Clarke. I'm Octavia, I'm amazing in case you can't tell already." Octavia said leaning over Lexa with a big smile on her face.

"O is a little full of herself, fair warning." Lexa said.

"I am not, its just the truth."

Mrs. Hunt was a relatively boring person who put her class to sleep very quickly. The first day of school was no exception. "I'm not going to do any of that introducing each other stuff, we're going to dive right into our work. Starting with…" Everyone zoned out after that.

Clarke began doodling on the table in front of her, drawing an unflattering cartoon of Mrs. Hunt. She doodled away on the table.

"You said you play basketball right?" Clarke finally whispered to Lexa without looking up from her drawings.

"Yeah. Do you like basketball?"

"Never really played or paid any attention to it. My dad really loves it though. He was really excited about me coming here because he knows this a big basketball school." Clarke explained still intently focused on her doodles.

"Yeah. The support we get is great" Lexa continued "I hope I can play college."

"Where do you want to go?"

"Don't know yet. It just kind of depends. But I have until April to decide."

"Thats plenty of time, I guess."

"Too much time I'm afraid…" Lexa stopped herself. She didn't want to open up to Clarke. She didn't need to start caring about her. Lexa would be moving at the end of the school year to whatever college she ends up going to. She would be throwing herself into whatever team she ended up being on. She didn't need distractions. But here she was, opening up to a girl she hasn't known more than 2 hours. What is it about this one that is different than all the others? But Lexa has fucked a lot of bitches in her time on this earth, but none of them were like the girl sitting next to her in the most boring class on the face of the planet.

The bell rang and Clarke asked Lexa to help her find her next class. To both girls surprise they discovered that they had the exact same class schedule. There was no way that Lexa could untangle herself from Clarke.

They sat at lunch together along with the rest of the basketball team: Harper, Raven, Charlotte, Octavia, and Echo were some of their names. They seemed like a really close group. At one point their coach, Coach Gus, stopped by the table to talk with his players. They all really seemed to enjoy his company.

They were in their last class of the day: Mr. Miller's AP Stats class. They were in the middle of a lecture when Clarke's phone buzzed. Mr. Miller was old enough not to hear it. Clarke looked at her phone and took a long sigh.

"Everything okay?" Lexa asked.

"Yeah. My mom can't pick me up because she got held up at work. And my dad is in a meeting until 5:00." Clarke explained "I have my license but no car."

"I can give you a ride. Practice doesn't start until October so I'm free after school." Lexa said.

"No, you don't have to. I can wait until my mom gets off work."

"No. Come on. I insist. Its really no problem."

"Are you sure?"

"Wow. You're stubborn."

Clarke laughed like it was the funniest thing she had ever heard. As she laughed she gently touch Lexa's tattooed bicep in a very flirtatious manner.

Lexa froze. She was used to girls flirting with her. Everyday. Why was this any different?

When the bell rang Clarke accompanied Lexa out to her car. Lexa drove a dark blue, four door 2003 Ford F150.

"Here she is. This right here is my baby. Her name is Serenity." Lexa exclaimed as they approached Serenity.

"That's a beautiful name." Clarke smiled.

"It was my older sister's name." Lexa's smiled faded slightly, just enough for Clarke to notice.

Clarke didn't want to pry, but the fact that Lexa brought up her own sister made her feel like she was at least somewhat okay with talking about it. "Was?"

"She passed when I was 13. She had leukemia. She was the one who really helped me realize that I wanted to play college." Lexa said, smile now completely faded.

"I'm so sorry."

"Its okay. I think about her from time to time. Especially when I've have a bad day or I'm just trying to figure it all out, you know?" She said as she started the car.

The rest of the car ride was silent aside from Clarke's directions. It didn't take them long to figure out that they lived in the same neighborhood, and across the street from each other. Weird coincidence.

"I can drive you to school in the morning if that makes it easier for your parents." Lexa asked as she and Clarke exitted Serenity.

"That sounds good." Clarke smiled gather her things from the backseat.

"Oh and there's a party tonight. A kind of first day back kind of party. You wanna come?" Lexa asked trying to be nonchalant about it because she was really nervous to ask.

"Yeah sure. Text me the address." Clarke did that intentionally knowing Lexa did not have her number and would have to ask for it.

"I don't have your number. Here put it in." Lexa asked approaching Clarke and handing her the phone, a new contact already pulled up. Lexa realized Clarke did that on purpose and she was kind of glad she did so she wouldn't have to go through the awkwardness of actually asking for it.

"Here put yours in too." Clarke handed Lexa her phone too.

They each entered the necessary information and returned the phones to their owners.

"Thanks. I'll text you the details once I get in the house." Lexa said as she began walking into her house. She turned around when she got to the door just in time to see Clarke walk up to her front door, unlock it, and enter. The way CLarke sllightly swayed her hips when walked told Lexa that Clarke knew she was her. And she was going to put on a show.

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Lexa looked down at Clarke's contact and noticed that Clarke had entered herself as "Princess Clarke." Lexa smiled at that because she did the same thing in Clarke's phone.

Clarke smiled down at her phone as she read "My Favorite Basketball Player". The funniest part was that it was true oh so very true. Clarke wasn't a big fan of sports, but if Lexa Woods played golf (the most boring sport on earth) Clarke Griffin would watch, intently.

About a minute later a text came through from Lexa.

My Favorite Basketball Player: party is at 9 at 176 Davis Drive. Be ther or be square.

Princess Clarke: I'll be there, can u drive me

My Favorite Basketball Player: of course, I'll come get you at 8:45

Princess Clarke: I'll be ready, see you then!