AN: Many of you may be glad to know that this chapter centers on Lexa. A lot of you have been interested about what's going on with her, and while it is not directly stated in this chapter, it is definitely strongly hinted at. I hope you all enjoy getting to experience this chapter through Lexa's eyes!

Lexa growled in annoyance as she pushed her way into her room to find Clarke already there. She usually looked forward to getting home from school because that meant that she could finally relax, but now even that became something she dreaded because of her horrible roommate. There was no escape now. She always had an awful day at school because she found classes to be pretty boring, and she especially hated when she had to talk to other people in class for group assignments. She was done being social for today, and she wished that she had gotten a roommate who would just leave her alone. Especially after the trouble that the two of them had gotten in with Marcus the other day. Lexa had no intention of leaving the school, so she hoped that maybe Clarke would just stay out of her way. She flopped down onto her bed and made sure to turn away from the blonde. She then pulled her comforter up over her head, hoping the other girl would just get the message that Lexa did not wish to be bothered. She had about five seconds of blissful silence before the obnoxious sound of Clarke's voice shattered it. "Are you alright?"

Lexa growled again, feeling her rage bubble up within her. Obviously, she wasn't alright, but that did not mean that Clarke had to pretend to care about her wellbeing. She wasn't sure if the blonde was just doing this to annoy her of if Clarke was trying to start over after Marcus's warning, but whatever it was, Lexa just wanted to be left alone, so she threw the comforter off of her head and turned to face her roommate, fury sparking in her green gaze. "Since I guess we're going to be rooming together all year, the first rule is don't talk to me. Ever."

Clarke looked taken aback at Lexa's tone, and the brunette couldn't even begin to fathom why. As if she would respond any differently. Could Clarke really still think that they might have a chance of getting along? Lexa rolled her eyes when Clarke instantly went on the defensive. "You don't have to act like this all the time. I only asked if you were alright."

Lexa huffed in annoyance. "I'm fine. Now, leave me alone."

Lexa hoped that her roommate would just shut up after this, that this was enough of a clue that Lexa did not want to talk to her, but it seemed that Clarke wasn't going to stop until she got whatever it was she wanted. "But we're roommates. What if I have a question? Can I talk to you then?"

Lexa's lips pulled back in the beginnings of a snarl. "Yes, we are roommates, but that is all we are. We are not friends. We are not anything. That means that we don't have to talk or pretend that we don't hate each other. Keep your stuff on your side of the room, and stay away from me."

"This is my room too. You heard Mr. Kane yesterday. We have to find a way to get along or at least tolerate each other. Why do you have to be so horrible all the time?"

Lexa stood up from her bed, walking threateningly over to Clarke, her voice low. "You have not seen the first thing about how horrible I can be. We can tolerate each other by refusing to acknowledge the other's existence. Now, keep your mouth shut, or I'll burn your picture of you and your precious daddy."

Lexa watched as some of the anger faded from Clarke's eyes, and she noticed the tears that were beginning to form when the other girl answered.

"He's dead."

Lexa pulled back a little, not having expected this, and she tried to school her features as Clarke continued to speak. "That's why the picture frame mattered to me so much. I gave it to him for Father's Day one year when he was still alive and well, and I brought it here because it was something for me to remember him by. Thanks to you, it's gone now."

Lexa's tough demeanor almost cracked at the acquisition of this new knowledge. At the sight of the blonde's tear-filled eyes and the sound of her accusatory tone, Lexa wanted to give in and apologize. She couldn't help the sympathy that cracked through when she heard the reason for the picture frame's importance because she understood. She wished that she could just hold the blonde and let her talk about her father or cry or whatever she needed. Before she could act upon this stray emotion though, Lexa's eyes hardened again, and she reminded herself of why she was acting this way in the first place. She couldn't let go of the reputation she had built, especially for this girl who had made the last two days a living hell. Lexa wasn't supposed to have a roommate this year, and then this girl showed up and just waltzed right in, acting like everything was just fine, acting like she could simply replace…never mind.

Lexa noticed that Clarke was still staring up at her with expectant blue eyes, and she cursed, realizing that the blond girl must have seen her brief moment of sympathy because she was now looking up at Lexa like she expected the brunette to say something kind. Lexa was almost swayed, but she knew that she had to stick to what she did best. "I don't care. Now, get out."

A tear slipped from Clarke's eye, and she shook her head before turning around and pushing through the door, slamming it behind her. Lexa was surprised that the blonde had actually left without a fight, and she found herself much more at ease without the other girl around, especially after the direction that that conversation had just taken. Lexa had almost let herself care about her roommate, and her lips curled in disgust at the thought. She had vowed a while ago that she would never let herself care about anyone ever again. It was the only way that she could be sure that she wouldn't end up hurt. She had never had a problem keeping her distance before, so she didn't understand why she was suddenly starting to care again now. She had broken off her friendship with Anya and Emori without a problem, and she had kept her distance from every single resident in this goddamn house. She had pushed everyone away and been extremely cruel to anyone who tried to get too close. It had been easy, and she was content. For some reason though, it wasn't so easy to keep being cruel and detached when her roommate was looking up at her with those big blue eyes full of tears.

Lexa sighed in relief as she crawled back into her bed, glad that, for at least the time being, her roommate was gone. She couldn't let herself care about Clarke or her friends or anyone at all. As long as she was by herself, she could never get hurt again. For this reason, she needed to make sure that she stayed alone. Lexa had no friends and no acquaintances, and that was exactly the way that she wanted it to be. Love was weakness. Attachments of any kind were weaknesses. Lexa had learned that the hard way, and she couldn't let anything, or anyone, change her mind now.

When she heard the sound of the door opening, Lexa groaned, thinking that Clarke must have returned. Lexa knew that the blonde had already been gone for about a half hour, but the brunette needed a lot longer than that. She had seriously been hoping that her roommate would never come back. Since she didn't want to deal with the other girl right now, she decided that she would just lie there silently and pretend to be asleep. Maybe Clarke would finally leave her alone if she did that. To her dismay, she felt the mattress dip beside her, and she angrily opened her eyes and quickly rolled over to yell at the girl who had the nerve to come over and sit on the edge of her bed. Her words died in her throat though when her eyes settled on Anya instead of Clarke. She hadn't talked to Anya in quite some time, and she couldn't stop the surprise from playing out on her face when she saw the other girl in her room now. After a few seconds though, the irritation returned to her when she couldn't think of why Anya might be bothering her now. "Anya, what the hell are you doing here?"

"I'm here to talk about Clarke," Anya said calmly.

Lexa's vision went red with rage. She hadn't talked to her best friend in almost a year, and their first conversation since then was going to be about Clarke? She could already feel the familiar twinge of hurt, and she found that she wanted Anya gone. "And what makes you think I want to talk about my pathetic roommate?"

Anya simply ignored Lexa's question, continuing with what she came here to say. "You're being too hard on her, Lexa. She's been through some serious shit through, and you have no right to be treating her like this."

"Like what?" Lexa snapped. "I've hardly been mean to her. I only told her to leave me alone because she refused to shut up."

"Lexa, she was downstairs crying because of you." Anya's tone was stern. "I saw Octavia and Raven trying to comfort her in the living room. I don't know what you said to her, but this needs to stop. Now."

Lexa's eyes narrowed. "I don't owe her anything, you know. She shouldn't even be here. I'm not supposed to have a roommate, remember? Or have you already forgotten?"

A dark look passed over Anya's face, and Lexa was pleased to see that she had gotten a rise out of her former friend before the blonde was able to regain control of her features. "Look, I get why you're upset, Lexa, but it isn't Clarke's fault. It's not like she came in here and asked to be your roommate. She doesn't know anything about you. She had no more control over this than you did, so you need to stop taking it out on her. Maybe this is a sign that it's finally time for you to stop pushing everyone away. Clarke lost someone special to her too, and she was willing to try and move past it. Maybe it's time you did the same."

"It's not the same," Lexa growled.

"Maybe if you let us help you instead of being so goddamn—"

Lexa cut her off, not liking where this conversation was heading at all. "I don't want your help, and I don't want to move past this. Life is better for me this way, and you all just need to accept that."

Anya rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Lexa."

Anya stood up from Lexa's bed and made her way over to the door. Right before she opened it, she turned back to the brunette, looking as if she was going to say something more. Lexa just glared at her, and the blonde shut her mouth, shaking her head as she finally left the room.

Lexa sank down into her bed, relieved that her former friend was finally gone. She didn't like the truth behind some of the things that Anya had said. Lexa knew that she was taking everything out on Clarke right now, but Anya was wrong. Some of this was her roommate's fault. If the other girl wouldn't be so sensitive and if she would just stick to Lexa's rule and ignore her, then they would be able to live together just fine. Lexa didn't like the caring nature of the blond girl. Even though Clarke probably despised her, the blonde still couldn't resist checking up on her to make sure she was okay, and Lexa hated it. She didn't want people to care about her because if they did, then she might start to care about them too, and that was not something she wanted.

Before Clarke came along, no one even spared Lexa a second glance. Everyone left her alone, and it was almost as if she didn't exist, which was exactly what she wanted. However, now that Lexa was having to push Clarke away, people were starting to notice her again, and Anya even had the audacity to come into her room and tell her that she just needed to move on. Well, she couldn't. If only Clarke weren't here, everything would be perfect.

After another dinner that Lexa had skipped, she heard the door open, and she figured that Clarke must have finally returned. Lexa had been watching a movie on her laptop, but she looked up at the sound, noticing that she had not been wrong. At least, not entirely. Her roommate was indeed back, but she had brought Octavia and Raven with her. Lexa groaned internally at the sight of the two girls that she had never really liked in the first place intruding in her personal space, and the corners of her mouth turned down in a frown. "I didn't realize I had sent out invitations to social hour."

Clarke didn't even flinch. "We're using this room to hang out and do homework. Why don't you leave?"

Lexa raised an eyebrow at her. "This is my room. You can't just kick me out."

"Well, guess what? We don't want you here, so scram."

Lexa was taken aback by the cold tone of the blonde's voice, and even more so by the harsh glint that she saw in blue eyes. Even when the other girl had been at her angriest, Lexa had never seen her like this. She wondered for a second if maybe she had taken it too far the last time they had spoken, but she pushed the thought away almost as soon as it had entered her brain. She couldn't care about the blonde's feelings, especially when the other girl had so clearly stopped caring about hers. Lexa allowed herself to really process her roommate's words, drawing upon all the anger that she could muster. "I'm not going anywhere."

Clarke's voice took on a savage tone as her eyes glinted with newfound anger. "Listen, Lexa, you're a huge bitch, and we don't want to be around you. I don't want to be around you anymore, so I think that it would be best for all of us if you left the room." Clarke paused for a second, but before Lexa could even think about how she wanted to respond, the blonde was talking again. "While you're at it, I wouldn't be opposed to you leaving the school as well."

Lexa regretted the fact that she had ever felt sympathy for this girl in the first place. The blonde was clearly no better than Lexa herself if she was going to say things like that. Lexa didn't back down though, not wanting her roommate to know that she was starting to get to the brunette. "Leave the school? Who do you think you are?! I was going here way before you, so maybe you should leave."

Clarke's features settled into a smug smile that Lexa found a little unsettling. "Why would I do that? It doesn't matter how long you've been going here, Lexa. No one wants you here. Everyone in this house seems to like me better, and I've only been here for two days."

That hit Lexa harder than she'd like to admit, and she wanted nothing more than to shove this other girl right back out the door. "Just get your ass out of my room."

"My room," Clarke corrected. "You do nothing but mope around all day, and I know you probably don't take any of your classes seriously, so I hope that they expel you. I can't see how the hell they haven't already. You don't deserve to go here."

Lexa was speechless, and she was having trouble keeping her emotions off of her face. How dare this girl come in here and tell Lexa that she didn't belong at this school? This was her home, and she could never leave it.

Lexa knew that she needed to get out of this room fast. The way that Clarke was sneering at her and Octavia and Raven could barely conceal their laughter was making Lexa feel trapped. She knew the two girls were laughing at her, and even worse, the blonde was right. No one wanted Lexa here anymore. So was it wrong of her to still want this place? To still need it? This school held all of Lexa's memories, or her happy ones at least. Without it, who was she?

In that moment, Lexa couldn't help but be transported back through time to a moment when a very different person had been standing in her doorway with a huge smile that was almost as big as the one that had adorned Lexa's own face. The brunette wondered how long it had been since she had last smiled. She thought that she had probably never smiled again after receiving that fateful news that had started her downward spiral, which eventually led her to where she was now.

Lexa pulled herself out of her memories and forced herself back into the present. She wanted to snap at Clarke and say something so cruel that the other girl would leave the room again, but she found that she couldn't. She had allowed herself to feel, to remember, and now she couldn't stop the tears from welling up in her own eyes, just like the tears that she had caused to form in Clarke's mere hours ago. The tables had turned, and Lexa knew that she needed to get out of this room as quickly as she could, before the tears forced their way down her cheeks. She got up from the bed and stormed out the door, knocking hard into Clarke's shoulder as she passed the blonde. She could still hear the voices coming from the open door behind her, and she wished more than anything that she had thought to slam the door shut on her way out.

"God, I hate her so much," she heard Raven say.

"Was she crying?" That voice was Octavia's.

"Who cares? We all know she totally deserves it. It feels good to finally be able to give her a taste of her own medicine." Lexa felt the tears finally break free from her eyes and trail down her cheeks at Clarke's words. She cursed herself for this because she was still out in the hallway where anyone could see her, but thankfully no one was around. She didn't want to push her luck though, so she quickly made her way to the attic door at the end of the hallway, opening it and running up the stairs.