It's 7:30 when Clarke walks out of Lexa's apartment building. She's walking towards her car when a voice halts her movement.

"Clarke?"

No way. Has it been 6 months already? Clarke slowly turns around to face the owner of the familiar voice. "Finn."

Clarke stands on the sidewalk frozen, her feet unable to move, very reminiscent of the night she was arrested. It wasn't until Finn took a step towards her that she snaps out of her shocked position, immediately raising a hand to stop him from coming any closer.

The boy stops his movements. "Clarke. It's good to see you. You look good."

"Wish I could say the same." her voice is stern.

"I deserve that, I guess."

Clarke continues to stare at him, anger rising in her bones.

"Can we go somewhere and talk?" he asks.

"No." she says flatly before turning around finishing the walk to her car. Once inside, she slams her hands on the wheel. Tears are beginning fall as she takes a few deep breaths to compose herself.

It's Monday and Clarke is sitting alone in the cafeteria picking at her food. She had spent the rest of the weekend trying to distract her mind from seeing Finn, without much success. Lexa had been working so Clarke mostly stayed in her room, drawing and painting. Everything she created came out sad and angry and only upset her more.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she feels Lexa sit down next to her and begin speaking. "Hey you. Long time no see."

Clarke forces a smile. "Hey."

Lexa's face immediately turns to one of concern when she hears the blonde's tone and sees the distant look in her blue eyes, but before she could question her they are joined by Raven and Octavia who begin chatting loudly at them.

The four girls place their lunch trays in the bins before walking out of the cafeteria heading in opposite directions. Clarke tells Raven and Octavia she'd see them in 7th period before turning around to Lexa. "I'll see you after school Lexa."

Before she can walk away she feels Lexa grab her hand. "You're coming with me." She says before dragging Clarke down the hallway and out to the baseball bleachers. Lexa sits first then pulls Clarke down next to her.

"We're missing class Lex."

"Nice try. You have study hall and I have an open period. Now, talk."

"About?"

"Whatever it is that's bothering you."

Clarke sighs. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You wear your emotions on your face Clarke. I know something is wrong." She pauses to take the blonde's hand in her own, forcing the girl to look at her. "Please talk to me."

Tears begin to fall out of Clarke's eyes and Lexa's heart breaks. She wipes the tears off her cheeks with her free hand. "Clarke…"

Clarke lets out a deep breath. "I don't know why I'm so upset about it. Honestly, I think it's more anger than anything."

"Upset about what?"

"Finn's back."

Lexa swallows. "The boy you got arrested with?... Your ah, your boyfriend?" The word caused an instant pit to form in the brunette's stomach and she was suddenly feeling nauseous.

"EX. Ex boyfriend. But yes, the one that got me arrested."

"Ok. When did you see him?"

"Saturday night after I left your place. He stopped me on the sidewalk and tried to get me to talk to him. I just walked away."

Lexa's mouth drops open. "Saturday night? Why didn't you mention this yesterday?"

"You were at work all day and I didn't want to bother you… and, I think I needed the day to process it. I'm still processing actually. I'm angry and I hate being angry."

Lexa smiles sadly at the girl before grabbing hold of her other hand. She grips both hands and stares deeply into blue eyes.

"Clarke… first of all, never worry about bothering me. If you need me, you call me." She pauses to place her arm around the girl, Clarke instantly laying her head on her shoulder. "Secondly, it's okay to be angry. You have a right to feel whatever you feel."

Clarke lets out a deep breath and snuggles closer to the brunette. Lexa lays her head on top of the blonde's and they sit there in silence until the bell rings.

Clarke is in the art room of AYRC, sitting in the middle of the room finger painting with a dozen kids or so when Jasper walks in.

"Hey Clarke. There's someone here to see you."

"Who? I'm kinda busy." She says lifting up her paint-covered hands.

"Said his name's Finn. I told him you were busy but he said it was urgent."

Clarke sighed before getting up to wash her hands. "Do you mind?" she asks him nodding to the kids.

"Not to worry. I'll hang with the munchkins."

"Thanks." she said and walked out of the room. She saw him as she approached the reception desk. When he looked up and noticed her walking towards she immediately pointed a finger over his shoulder. "Outside."

Finn nodded and followed the girl out of the doors. Once the doors shut behind him, Clarke places her hands on her hips and stares at him.

"What is it Finn? You shouldn't be here."

"We need to talk."

"We really don't."

Meanwhile inside, Lexa walks into the art room expecting to see a blonde but instead finds Jasper, who is currently getting his face painted by a couple of kids. "Where's Clarke?"

"Some guy named Finn came to see her. She's talking to him."

Lexa's eyes widen and she turns quickly out of the art room. Her heart begins beating faster as she walks towards the reception area and is confused when she doesn't find Clarke and the boy. Her eyes anxiously wander and finally she spots them through window outside the front doors. She approaches the doors slowly, the conversation outside becoming clearer. She stops right outside the door and listens.

"I don't want to talk to you Finn!" Clarke yelled as Finn takes a step closer to her.

"Look, you don't need to be a bitch. I'm trying to tell you something."

"Fuck you."

She turns to walk away and Finn roughly grabs her arm, forcefully turning her back around to face him. Lexa is instantly outside.

"Hey! Let go of her!" The brunette yells. Finn rolls his eyes and let's go.

"This is none of you business."

"I beg to differ." Lexa takes a step to stand next to Clarke looking at the girl, she whispers "You ok?" Once she sees Clarke nod, she moves to stand in front of the girl, putting herself between her friend and the boy.

"You need to leave." Lexa's voice is stern and low. Her eyes glaring at him.

"I'm not trying to cause any trouble. I just want to talk to Clarke."

"I'm pretty sure she said she didn't want to talk to you."

Finn looks over the brunette's shoulder to the blonde. "Two minutes. That's all I need."

Lexa takes a step towards the boy but is stopped when she feels a hand in hers. Clarke gently pulls Lexa back to stand beside her before she speaks, "You have 30 seconds Finn."

Finn sighs. "Fine. Look, I just wanted to say I'm sorry that I got you in trouble. I um… I have some issues. But I'm trying to fix them… this is a part of fixing them. And… yeah. I'm sorry you got caught in the middle." He pauses and Clarke nods. He runs his hand through his hair before continuing. "And, I wanted to let you know that I'm leaving. I'm going to go live my dad." He waits to see if Clarke reacts. When she just continues to stare stoically at him he lets out a breath in defeat. "Ok then. That's it. Have a nice life. Goodbye Clarke."

Finn turns around and is about 5 feet away when Clarke speaks. "Finn!" He turns around. Clarke takes a small step forward. "Thank you."

Finn's eyes narrow in confusion as he nods and walks away.

Lexa and Clarke are sitting on Lexa's bed, their backs leaning against the headboard. Lexa was mindlessly rubbing soft circles around the bruise that formed on the blonde's arm where Finn had grabbed her.

"He hurt you." it's barely a whisper.

"I'm fine Lex. It doesn't even hurt."

"But still…"

Clarke moves her arm so she can lace their fingers. "Really. I'm fine, I promise." She raises their joined hands to her lips, placing a gentle kiss on the brunette's. "Thanks for being there."

Lexa smiles softly. "You don't need to thank me. I'm always here for you." Clarke smiles at the girl. The brunette begins playing with the blonde's fingers and lets out a deep breath. "There's one thing I don't get, Clarke."

"What's that?"

"Why'd you thank Finn?"

Clarke squeezed the girl's hand. "Because if it wasn't for him, I would have never found you."