AN: Happy Saturday! I hope everyone is having a good weekend so far. Enjoy!

Clarke was awoken the next day by a loud banging sound, and she shot straight up in her bed, wondering what on earth her mother was doing in her room. She opened her eyes to see Lexa, and she suddenly remembered where she was and realized that the sound that she had heard was the sound of Lexa closing her wardrobe unnecessarily loud. The other girl was now standing in front of the mirror on her vanity, putting on her tie, and Clarke felt her skin begin to crawl, feeling the urge to grab onto the tie and choke her roommate with it. However, she resisted this urge, instead opting to chew her roommate out with words. "Do you have to be so incredibly loud? If you hadn't already noticed, I was still sleeping. Why don't you wake the whole goddamn house while you're at it?"

"Maybe I would, if the whole house wasn't already up. Everyone's down at breakfast, and it's actually almost time for school. Would you have liked for me to let you sleep through your second day of school after already missing your first?" Lexa asked in a bitchy tone.

Clarke's brows furrowed in confusion, and she reached over to her phone, which was resting on her nightstand, wondering if she had slept through her alarm. However, she noticed that there was no sign that her alarm had even gone off in the first place. Quickly opening up her clock app, she found that she had accidentally set the alarm for PM instead of AM. Clarke groaned internally, but she had to at least feel a little grateful that Lexa had actually woken her up, even if she had done it in a rude way.

"Thanks, I guess. For waking me up," Clarke mumbled. She couldn't help but feel a little bit bad that she had acted so rudely towards Lexa when her roommate had actually done something kind of nice for her in a weird Lexa way. However, this feeling instantly evaporated when she heard what her roommate had to say next.

"Will you shut up?" Lexa glared at her in the mirror. "I find the sound of your voice incredibly annoying."

Clarke's hands tightened into fists, and she again had to resist the urge to do something bad to her roommate. Instead of strangling the brunette, like she so desperately wanted to, she decided to simply try to provoke her further. Running through her options, she thought the best way to annoy her roommate would be to keep talking. Better yet, she could try to pry into Lexa's life a bit, knowing that the other girl probably didn't want to talk about it with her. "You said everyone else was down at breakfast. Why aren't you?"

Lexa sighed before answering in what Clarke figured was a truthful way, even though the brunette's tone remained sharp. "I don't eat with them. If I even eat at all."

"Why?" Clarke asked, unable to help her curiosity. She was surprised that Lexa had even answered at all. She had expected the other girl to either yell at her or simply ignore her.

Lexa's eyes hardened at the question. "None of your business."

Now, that was more of the response that the blonde had been expecting. Clarke was about to say more, but Lexa simply growled in frustration, grabbing her book bag off of the floor and making her way out the door without another sound. The blonde didn't even bat an eye, still staring at the place that Lexa had occupied only seconds ago. Clarke's gaze settled on a silver sequined headband that Lexa had left behind on the top of her vanity, and the blonde wondered if her roommate had been planning on wearing it before she had started asking the slightly invasive questions that had driven the other girl from the room. It was a nice color, and Clarke realized that she had forgotten her headbands at home. Her sudden wish that she had a headband of her own to wear gave her an idea that she considered a great one. If Lexa hated even talking to Clarke, she would hate it even more if Clarke borrowed her things, so that was exactly what the blonde intended to do. She smirked as she plucked the headband from the vanity and put it into her hair. She then gave herself a once over in the mirror, deciding that the accessory would do nicely for the day, before she proceeded to her wardrobe, pulling out a uniform shirt, skirt, and tie, so she could get ready for the school day.

Several minutes later, Clarke found herself walking down the school hallways with Octavia and Raven. When the blonde had finally gotten downstairs, everyone had already finished eating breakfast, so she just grabbed a chocolate chip muffin to-go and ate it on the short walk from the house to the school. When she got into the building, it didn't take her long to spot Octavia and Raven walking around the hallways. When asked where they were headed, they explained that they were simply walking around until the warning bell, not wanting to go to their classes until they absolutely had to because they had separate first periods.

"Where'd you get that headband, Clarke?" Raven reached out to run her fingers along the sequins. "It's really cute."

"It's not even mine," Clarke admitted. "It's Lexa's."

Octavia's mouth set into a thin line. "Clarke, you shouldn't provoke her like that. You know what she's like."

"How can she? She's only been here a day." Raven gave Octavia a pointed look before turning to Clarke. "Lexa's rage knows no bounds. You better not let her see that you have it. Just put it back before she notices that it's missing because if you don't, she will make a scene."

Clarke raised an eyebrow. "Over a headband?"

"Yes," Raven insisted, dead serious. "She already hates you, and she won't like the fact that anyone was touching her stuff, especially you. We've all learned to just stay out of Lexa's way. Don't bother her, and she won't bother you. It's the only way to live with someone like that."

"You know what? No. She doesn't get special treatment just because she thinks she does. If I want to talk to her or borrow something from her, I can. And who's to say I care if she makes a scene?" Clarke's features settled in a smug grin. "Let her. She'll be the one who gets in trouble for it."

"I don't know, Clarke. I think I agree with Raven. You'd be better off just putting it back before she notices—"

"What the fuck? Is that my headband?" Clarke and her friends whipped around to find Lexa storming towards them, and she looked furious. Some of the people in the hallway were already starting to stare. The blonde knew what the right thing to do was. She needed to just give the headband back to the brunette and walk away. Be the bigger person and all. But that's the thing. She didn't want to be the bigger person. It wasn't fair that Lexa just got to go around acting like a huge jerk, and the other members of the house just let her. Clarke wasn't going to be like the rest of them.

She nodded in answer to the question, meeting Lexa's gaze. "Yeah. It is."

"Oh, really? I don't remember saying you could have it," Lexa snarled.

Clarke adopted a sickly sweet tone, deciding to act all innocent, knowing that Lexa would hate it. "You didn't, but I'm not having it. I'm just borrowing. It goes really nice with my hair, don't you think?"

"No. Your hair looks like shit. Nothing goes well with it," Lexa fired back.

Clarke had to swallow back her rage at that one, not knowing what she could say. She wanted to shout that Lexa's hair looked awful too or that she was ugly, but that was thing. Lexa was beautiful. It seemed like a shame to waste so much beauty on someone who acted so awful constantly. "Whatever, Lexa. Just leave me alone." Clarke tried to walk past Lexa, but the brunette girl caught her around the wrist, squeezing tightly, and Clarke looked into green eyes that were smoldering with rage. She had to resist the urge to smirk.

"Give it back," Lexa said calmly, but Clarke could hear the threat behind her words.

"No," the blonde said simply.

Lexa tried to reach for it, and Clarke pushed her roughly away, watching as the brunette almost lost her balance, catching herself against the wall behind her at the last second. A dazed look washed over the brunette's features, and Clarke briefly wondered if she had hurt the other girl. She took a step closer to her roommate, unable to help the slight concern that snuck into her attempt at an apathetic response. "What's wrong, Lexa? Had enough?"

Lexa turned her gaze on Clarke again, and she sprang to action faster than the blonde was prepared for, throwing a punch at her face. Clarke ducked just in time, barely missing Lexa's fist, and she felt the headband being torn from her hair. She then realized that by ducking, she had done exactly what her roommate wanted her to. She had given the other girl extremely easy access to the top of her head so that she could take the headband back without much struggle. As angry blue eyes settled back on Lexa, a smirk settled over her features, and she put the headband back into her own hair.

"Keep your hands off my things," Lea growled menacingly, the smirk still on her face, and before Clarke could even respond, the brunette was already walking off down the hallway, disappearing into the sea of students.

"I told you not to mess with her," Raven mumbled from behind the blonde.

Clarke just shrugged as she turned back to face her friends. She couldn't say she particularly regretted it. Someone needed to stand up to Lexa once in a while. "At least we didn't get in trouble."

Octavia was about to reply when they all heard the pinging sound that Clarke guessed must be the warning bell. Many students began to scuffle off to class, and as much as she didn't want to, Clarke knew that that meant that she and her friends should probably start heading as well. "I guess we should get to class."

"Yeah. Do you want us to walk you to your class first?" Octavia asked.

Clarke shook her head. It would be nice because she had no idea where she was going, but she didn't want to be a bother to these people who were being so kind to her. Besides, she was sure she'd stumble across the right classroom eventually. The school wasn't that big. "I wouldn't want to make you guys late. I'm sure I can find it by myself."

Raven just smiled and shook her head. "See you later, Clarke."

When Clarke got back to her room that afternoon, she had certainly cooled down a bit after her argument with Lexa that morning. That was, until she noticed Lexa standing in front of the blonde's wardrobe, going through her things. Clarke quickly walked over to her, slamming one of the doors shut. "What are you doing?!"

Lexa looked up at her with ire shining in her green eyes. "I'm not doing anything, but you, on the other hand. You're leaving."

Clarke rolled her eyes, about to protest that she wasn't going anywhere when Lexa grabbed a pair of shoes from the side of the wardrobe that was still open and flung them out the door into the hall. Clarke stared at her in open-mouthed shock. She couldn't believe the completely immature way in which the other girl was behaving. She did not want to stoop to the brunette's level of immaturity, so she simply growled in frustration, running outside to grab the shoes and bring them back where they belonged. However, on her way back into the room with the shoes, she was met by Lexa at the door, the brunette tightly clutching all of the blonde's shirts in her hands. Clarke instantly grabbed a handful of them, pushing Lexa back through the doorway. "Get your hands off of my stuff!"

"Like you had your hands off of my headband this morning?" Lexa pulled the shirts back out of Clarke's grasp before throwing them all over the hallway.

"That's it." Clarke grabbed Lexa's arms to keep her from turning around before she could go back and grab more of the blonde's things, and she thought she detected a hint of fear in the brunette's green gaze, but it was gone before she could be sure. Lexa pushed at her roughly, trying to get the blonde away, but Clarke held tight, moving one hand to grasp a handful of Lexa's hair, and she tugged hard on it. Lexa yelped in pain and delivered a solid blow to Clarke's stomach, causing the blonde to let go of her as she doubled over to gasp for breath.

Clarke was just about to fling herself at Lexa again when she was interrupted by the sound of a displeased voice. "What is going on out here?"

Clarke turned around to find Marcus standing behind her, and she looked up at him with wide blue eyes. "We were just—"

Lexa cut her off before she could even come up with a good excuse as to why they were standing in the hallway, fighting with shirts all around them. "Clarke just started throwing her clothes everywhere. It was really weird."

Clarke felt her blood begin to boil again at the audacity that her roommate had. "That is not what happened at all, Mr. Kane. Lexa started taking my clothes and throwing them out in the hallway because apparently, I'm leaving."

Marcus sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know who's telling the truth, Lexa, and something tells me it's not you. I thought I made it quite clear that you would be rooming with Clarke this year."

Lexa didn't even flinch at his authoritative tone. "I don't want to room with her. She's rude and annoying, and she takes my things without asking."

Marcus raised his eyebrows at that last part, turning to the blonde with a questioning gaze. "Is this true, Clarke?"

Clarke tried to tell a partial truth. "Yes, I borrowed her headband this morning, but I was going to give it back. I accidentally forgot mine at home, and she left the room before I could ask her."

"See? She's a thief, and I can't stand her anymore!" Lexa shouted.

"Well, maybe if you weren't such a—"

"Girls! Girls!" Marcus interrupted before their argument could get out of hand. When he was sure that both pairs of eyes were on him, he sighed. "There is nothing I can do about the rooming system now. You two are rooming together, and that's that. Now, you need to either find a way to get along, or one of you will be leaving the school. I can't have you arguing every day, and I have given you enough chances, Ms. Woods. If I have to come break up another argument, one of you, or maybe both, will be going straight home."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kane," Clarke murmured, eyes downcast.

Lexa just glared at him, but Clarke was almost certain that it was a mask. What the man said had shaken her, and Clarke hoped that she might become a bit more agreeable. The blonde didn't think the two of them would ever get along, but perhaps they could find a way to coexist a bit better than they had been doing so far. Clarke had to admit that she was shaken as well. Even with her horrible roommate, she wanted to stay here. She felt better here than she had in a long time, and she had to admit that she didn't understand why Mr. Kane was threatening to send her home as well when she wasn't even the problem. It was like he expected her to be the better woman and just allow Lexa to treat her like shit. This angered Clarke to no end, but she knew that Marcus had the authority here, and she would have to yield to him. She would either have to ignore Lexa or simply not succumb to any physical violence. That should work. The blonde promised herself that she would try to get along with Lexa, but if the brunette started acting up, Clarke would just have to retaliate with words. If Lexa chose to cause a scene, then Clarke would just stay quiet and let her so that she could not possibly be labeled as the troublemaker.

Clarke retreated quietly into her room, picking up her clothes as she went, and Lexa just stood there in the hallway. When she didn't come in after a half hour, Clarke opened the door, thinking that the brunette might still be standing there, but the hallway was empty. Clarke had no idea where her roommate had gone, but nobody saw her for the rest of the night.