CHAPTER 2

It has been a week after Jake Griffin's funeral. It also has been a week since she has returned home upon hearing the saddening news from her mother, Abigail Griffin. She has lost someone that she holds dear while she was off traveling and discovering new places, not to mention sketching and painting everything that is specularly beautiful. To come home to her father's funeral isn't what she'd expect to be a welcoming home present. She has cried. She has yelled. She has broken things far beyond her pockets to replace. She doesn't care. And now a week has passed and she is left to feel bitter about the whole ordeal. But she knows that this isn't what her father would want to see. So she puts on her mask, feign the innocent smiles and carries on with her life. On the day that she decides to get out of her apartment to go sketch in the meadow just on the outskirts of city, she obviously wasn't planning to stay long. The bus has stopped coming that way. And it'd take hours to walk back. So, she waits for some miracle to happen. A miracle that she doesn't believe in anymore. Fortunately, a car appears and she has tried her best to pull on her best friendly smile to hitch a ride. Her effort has gone ignored but the second time the same car appears, she's determined to get into it. Her determination is paid off, but only to be replaced with annoyance at the girl's inability to communicate. Then again, she's not one to communicate right now. So she lets the radio speak for the both of them, except she has started to sing along. The brunette -Lexa, doesn't pay any mind. Although, she can see the slight amusement dancing in those glittering emeralds that are hidden behind dark sunglasses.

Home. Or rather, the empty apartment that she now shares with Octavia Blake, her childhood and closest friend. Actually, Octavia is the closest thing she can have to a sister. So upon entering, she isn't surprised to see the apartment vacant. The place is tidy, considering the mess she noticed earlier today. There is, at least, a note on the kitchen counter when she makes her way towards it to grab some snacks.

'Have to run some errands for Bell. Be back soon. Oh, by the way, Finn called. Don't worry, I chase him away. You're welcome. O.'

She chuckles at the note before putting it down. Quickly grabbing a snack from the fridge, she looks around the apartment before sighing. "If only it'd be easy to find a job in a city that knows you too well."

Then, the image of the brunette with strikingly green eyes appear in her mind. She mentally shakes the image off, groaning in irritation as she does so. "Probably won't see her again anyway. Such a human machine, I swear."

If she thought she wouldn't be seeing Lexa, she was wrong. The next several days Clarke has constantly bumping into Lexa, wherever it be at supermarkets, liquor store, or just a random park. The girl seems to be everywhere she happens to be, which is odd but rather exciting, despite her not knowing what it truly means. Of course, she has tried to speak with the girl but she receives a cold shoulder. So today, she decides that the cold shoulder is no longer allowed for the other girl.

"Hey, Lexa!"

Just as Lexa is about to turn and quickly strides away, Clarke catches up to her and places a hand on the shoulder, that immediately stiffens at the touch.

"Whoa! Don't need to be too tensed! It's just me, Clarke! Or have you forgotten?"

Finally, Lexa turns to face her. And for a short moment, she almost loses herself in those deep pools of emeralds.

"I remember you perfectly well, Clarke." The girl replies, trying to fight the urge for an eye roll.

"Then stop ignoring me!" And Clarke instantly lets her frustration shows, which amuses Lexa but the girl hides the emotion well.

"Why should I give you attention?" Lexa asks, quirking an eyebrow.

"Because I want to get to know the people that I've barely even seen? Look, I just want to be friends."

"Friends that can give you rides?"

Clarke's eye slightly twitches. "Hey! I'm decent!"

Amused, Lexa lets the corner of her lips to quirk a little. "How many rides have you hitched from me?"

"Well..." Shuffling on her feet, the blonde lets out a small huff. "Fine! But I want to be friends not just because I want rides, alright? Why are you being so difficult?!"

"You're screaming at me."

"I'm not!"

"There it is."

Clarke opens her mouth to respond but quickly shuts it, which prompts Lexa to let out a chuckle. She smiles at the sound, especially how she rarely hears anything but a groan from the other girl. Then, she hears a sigh and she wonders, briefly, what it means.

"I'm not exactly a good friend, or company, Clarke."

"You're a great company!" Clarke quickly interjects. "Sure you get irritated quite easily but that's because you don't know how to have fun. Maybe. Do you?"

Lexa frowns at this. "I can't remember the last time I've had fun."

"Let's start today!" Clarke, all too excited, grabs onto Lexa's hands. She receives a jolt, like an electricity running from Lexa's skin to hers. She inwardly shivers at the touch but remains to hold the brunette's hands.

"You're being ridiculous."

"Nope! There's a party and-"

"No."

"Oh, come on. It won't kill you."

"No."

"Lexa!"

"No."

"Can you say yes?"

"No."

"For me? Please? I'd be by your side the whole night. Promise!"

For a moment, she watches Lexa gazing off to the side, probably thinking it through by the adorable look she's making. Finally, those green eyes land on her, though not without a sigh.

"One night."

"This is not a one-night stand."

At that comment, Lexa chuckles once more before she pulls her hands away from the blonde's. "Now you want to start a relationship? I'm sorry, Clarke, but I will say this again. I am not a good company."

With that said, Lexa turns and left, leaving Clarke standing there grinning like a fool. Now that she has gotten Lexa to agree to go partying with her, all she has to do is to make sure she is having fun. How hard can it be? That is until realization hits her that she doesn't have Lexa's number to tell her about the address to the party. Not to mention, she hasn't even told her when or what time the party is going to be at. A groan emits from her when she turns, in hope to find the brunette's retreating form but she's out of luck. Well, now it is very hard to get Lexa to have fun.