"Oh hey," Bellamy said, causing Clarke to look up and notice his surprised expression. "When did you finish all this?"

"Last night," Clarke answered, feeling a little bit of heat creeping up to her cheeks. She wouldn't admit that Lexa had been here with her, even though that name wouldn't mean anything to Bellamy. She felt somewhat bad that she'd let the girl that Finn almost slept with – against Clarke's no date policy – come into the warehouse again and actually do stuff. "I had some time, so I stayed up a while and finished."

"Looks good," Bellamy commented. He nodded in approval as he looked at the well organized room. It was Sunday afternoon, and Clarke had just brought over all of her completed paintings and drawings. They were currently stacked on the table, and Clarke had every intention of hanging them up as soon as she needed a break from the painting she was currently working on. As she spoke to Bellamy, she was standing poised like any artist, her paintbrush in hand and with stray paint surely covering parts of her face and clothes. "And you're clearly already comfortable with this place."

Clarke grinned, nodding. "Yeah, I quite like it. Did you need something, by the way?"

"Oh, yeah," Bellamy recalled. "Actually I wanted to know if you wanted to take a break and have a beer? Raven and Jasper are in my room right now, and we're chilling."

Clarke nodded, despite herself, and dropped her paintbrush into her water bucket. "Yeah, sure." As she stepped away from the easel, she smiled at the start of her next piece. She'd gotten into abstract paintings lately, so she wasn't quite sure what was going to happen with it, but she was sure she'd figure it out at some point during the process.

She followed Bellamy through the warehouse to his room. It was set up like a lounge, and no one had really been surprised when he picked this setup. There was a flat screen TV against one wall, with a relatively large couch facing it, and a mini fridge in the corner. "Clarke!" Raven exclaimed, a wide grin on her face. "Happy Sunday!"

Clarke smirked, dropping onto the couch next to her brunette friend as Bellamy grabbed her a beer. "When do your classes start again, Rae? You've been entirely too happy recently."

"Ugh, a week after tomorrow," Raven answered, sighing. "But you know, I can't say that I wish I was like you, taking classes all fucking year round."

"At least I'm graduating in November."

"With a half degree."

Clarke scoffed, graciously accepting the beer that was being handed to her. "An associates degree is not half of a degree."

Jasper laughed and shrugged. "It kinda is, I mean, it takes half of the time to get it as it does to get a bachelor's degree."

"Shut up," Clarke huffed in annoyance, her lips falling into a pout. "I'll get my half degree if I want to, and I don't need you asses judging me."

Bellamy grinned. "You guys got her to lighten up, wow, I'm impressed."

"I'm not rigid, Bell," Clarke snapped, taking a swig of her beer. "I'm loads of fun."

"Clarke, in our little band of misfits, you are most definitely the most responsible and well... yeah, you could stand to loosen up every now and then," Raven admitted, shrugging.

Jasper nodded. "Finn says it's because you haven't gotten laid since that hot chick you dated a few months back."

"Finn's an asshole," Clarke snapped, taking a drink of her beer in order to partially hide the scowl appearing on her face.

"An asshole who's right," Raven argued, her eyebrows raised. "There's no way that you somehow have secretly been getting yourself laid since then. You have gotten way more boring since then."

"You should at least give yourself some self love," Jasper stated insistently, and Bellamy snorted with laughter as Clarke's face flushed dark red. "Maybe then you wouldn't get all worked up at the mention of sex."

"You guys are assholes," Clarke muttered, sipping her beer again dejectedly.

Raven patted her on the shoulder, stifling her laughs. "It's okay, Clarke, we understand. Maybe take a night off and go back to your apartment..."

"Run a warm shower..."

"You guys are going to make her explode," Bellamy said, and they all laughed as Clarke rolled her eyes, aware that her face must be very bright red. She took practically chugged down the last of her beer, and then stood up.

"You know," she said thoughtfully, only slightly sarcastic, tossing the bottle into the trashcan Bellamy had sitting by the door, "I think might actually do that. See you guys tomorrow."

She heard Jasper whistle as she exited the room, and she smirked and shook her head as she headed back to her own room. Her friends were ridiculous.

But maybe they were right.

"I'm already tired of this," Lexa huffed out in annoyance, glancing at her best friend as they entered their high school. The school wasn't bad by any means, and it actually offered quite a few advanced courses and a lot of opportunities to take classes at Polis University. However, since Lexa's mother worked at the university, she'd more than once turned down the opportunity to do so. Instead, she was ending her high school career by taking almost every advanced course available to her, and she could already tell that she was going to breeze through it.

"It's only the second day of school, Lexa," Anya reminded her, scoffing. "You used to like school."

"I don't mind the classes. I just mind the time it takes up, and the fact that I'm going to breeze through it at the pace they're going to be going."

"Yeah yeah, we get it, Lex. You're a genius."

Lexa rolled her eyes. "Your GPA is higher than mine, you weirdo. You're the one who's going to finish as valedictorian."

"Yeah, and not by seeing school as just a waste of time and assuming that I'm going to be amazing at all of my new classes this year," Anya snapped, looking pointedly at the brunette. "You need a reality check."

"No, I don't," Lexa argued, furrowing her eyebrows. "I'll see you later."

"Hope so."

Lexa split off from her friend's path, and started toward her first period, a frown stuck on her face. She felt ready to be out of high school – ready for college. Weren't colleges just judging her off of what her previous schooling had been like, anyway? She wanted to relax this year – especially now, considering where her thoughts had been for all of the previous day and where they would be for all of today.

She couldn't stop thinking about Saturday night. About the college aged blonde who kept causing Lexa's insides to twist and turn through different emotions. On one hand, Lexa found herself somewhat intimidated by her, but also entranced. She was also intensely aware of the gravity of her feelings – it was confirming thing that had once or twice popped up into her thoughts. She was definitely having feelings for Clarke, and she was nearly sure by now that she wasn't straight. She'd first considered that possibility after she lost her virginity, when she realized how not into it she'd been. Never before, however, had she met someone who actually made her feel like she could be interested in girls that way instead.

She was captivated by Clarke – she was confident and funny and insanely attractive.

Lexa blinked, realizing that she was already seated in her first period, and class had just started. Yes, her thoughts would be very displaced today. Once she let herself accept this, she fell into her new daily routine.

When school finally let out, Lexa rushed to her car in relief. She buckled herself in and drove out of the school, unsure of where exactly she was going until she pulled up to The Bean. Coffee after school wasn't her usual, and it took her only a second to realize that really what she was here for was to see whether or not Clarke was working. What she would say when she saw the blonde, she wasn't sure, but at least she could make up some lie about being tired and needing coffee if Clarke was indeed working.

Upon entering the place, Lexa let out a disappointed sigh when she saw no familiar blonde. Put off, she found herself in line anyway and ordered her usual, plain, black coffee. When was back in her car a few moments later, she hadn't made a decision on what to do for the rest of the day when she started driving. Apparently, though, her subconscious had.

She was suddenly driving on the bumpy road that would take her a bit out of town, and directly to a certain not so abandoned warehouse. She considered turning back the whole time she drove closer to it, but finally she arrived and gave up on fighting with herself.

Clarke's car wasn't there, she recognized immediately, and was about to abort this ridiculous mission when there was suddenly a tap on her passenger car window. Brown eyes peered into her car – ones that she recognized – and she realized that there was probably something that could at least be accomplished while she was here.

Lexa took in a deep breath and opened her door, closing it only when she was standing on the dirt and looked over her car at Finn. Of course she would run into him when she was here to see Clarke, like she'd run into Clarke when she'd been there to see Finn.

"What are you doing here?"

Lexa took in a deep breath. "I have to apologize to you, Finn. I... shouldn't have not told you that I'm underage."

"Yeah, you're right," Finn agreed, "but it's fine. I'm not sure how much Clarke grilled you about it, but I'm just thankful that it didn't happen. You don't have to apologize."

Coughing awkwardly, Lexa nodded. "Ah, sorry for just... showing up here. I should... probably just go."

"Wait, is that all you came here for?" Finn asked, looking confused now. "You seem like there's something else."

Lexa swallowed thickly. "Ah, I was just looking for..." Before she said it, she realized how stupid it felt to say that she was looking for Clarke.

"Looking for what?" Finn pressed her, raising his eyebrows.

She was already shaking her head. "Nothing. No, I should, um, go."

Still looking confused, Finn shrugged. "Well alright, whatever. Thanks for the apology, I appreciate it." Lexa nodded, but before she could move to get back in her car, a loud honk was heard from behind it, causing the brunette to jump as her eyes widened. She turned her head and saw Clarke's car, the blonde seated in the driver's seat with a puzzled look on her face, topped with annoyance. It took Lexa a second to realize that her car was in the middle of the entrance to the warehouse – she hadn't gone to park it completely before Finn had tapped on her window.

"Oh, shit," Lexa murmured, opening her car door and climbing in. She had to pull further into the area in front of the warehouse in order to let Clarke in before she could turn around and leave herself, but by the time she was about to pull out of where she'd temporarily just parked her car, Clarke was knocking on her window. Lexa swallowed thickly, opening the door and climbing out again.

"What are you doing here?" Clarke asked, sounding more confused and curious than angry, which Lexa took as a good sign.

"I, uh..." She blinked, her gaze flashing over to Finn, who was giving the two of them a puzzled look as he disappeared into the warehouse. Once she was gone, she relaxed slightly. "Um. I wanted to make sure that you... got to finish your art room, and everything."

Clarke didn't look like she bought it, because a smirk suddenly appeared on her face. "Oh really?"

Lexa nodded, too terrified that her voice would fail her should she try to use it.

"Well, since you ask, I actually have two last boxes of shit to lug into the place. They're in my car. Wanna make yourself useful?" Clarke's blue eyes were bright, and Lexa found that the smile that made her way to her face didn't make her feel self conscious.

"Yeah, sure."

Clarke turned around, walking over to her car with Lexa on her heel. She opened the back doors of the trunk, revealing two boxes that needed to be carried in. Clarke grabbed one of them, and Lexa took the second, following the blonde into the warehouse without a word after she closed the back doors.

When they walked into the warehouse, Lexa was hardly surprised that there were multiple people around. They passed one of the girls that Lexa didn't know the name of, but the girl's eyebrows shot up. "Hey, what the fuck, isn't that Finn's girl from two Saturdays ago?"

Lexa scoffed, and Clarke shouted, "Shut the fuck up, Raven."

"Hey, I'm genuinely asking! They all blur in my mind!"

"Ignore her, she's awful," Clarke said, rolling her eyes as they reached her art room. Lexa said nothing as she mimicked Clarke's movements and set the box on the table in her room. "Thanks. That's the last of everything from my apartment that needed to be here. I forgot it somehow last time."

"No problem," Lexa said, shy all of the sudden.

A male voice suddenly interrupted them, and Clarke and Lexa both looked to the entrance to her room as he asked, "Hey Clarke, do you – oh. Hi. Aren't you –"

"Lexa," the brunette interrupted quickly, not wanting to be referred to once again as Finn's girl. The phrase not only made her feel queasy, but it was in no way true, and it never would be.

The guy nodded slowly, still looking confused. "Right..."

"You need something, Jasper?"

Jasper scowled. "Bell put a padlock on his fucking fridge. You know the code?"

"No, but I have an idea," Clarke said, widening her eyes slightly as if for dramatic effect.

"What?"

"Stay the fuck out of his beer?" Clarke finished, rolling her eyes. Lexa smirked a little, ducking her head in order to not draw attention to herself.

Jasper let out an annoyed puff of air. "Like we told you Sunday, you are no fun."

"Ooh, Jasper!" Raven suddenly called out from somewhere. "O just got here! She might know the pass code!" Jasper's eyes suddenly lit up and he disappeared, leaving Clarke chuckling and shaking her head.

"Your friends are weird," Lexa commented, leaning against the table as she watched Clarke open up one of the boxes.

"Mm, yeah," Clarke agreed, grabbing some things out of the box and bringing them to her shelf. So as to not stare at inappropriate places, Lexa averted her gaze and instead began to look at the walls. She realized with a start that they were covered in artwork, and her jaw dropped.

"Holy shit, did you do all of that?"

She felt blue eyes land on her green ones, before following her gaze to the wall. "Oh, the art. Yeah. Some of it is old, though."

"It's amazing," Lexa admitted, letting out a long breath as she scanned the walls. "You're really good. I don't really know if I expected anything else, considering how much stuff you have for all of your art."

"Yeah, I've been collecting art supplies over the years. I could probably do any sort of art or craft that anyone needed with just the stuff in this shelf," Clarke joked, chuckling. "Though as you can see, I prefer painting."

"You're really good at it," Lexa insisted.

The laugh that Clarke let out was enough for Lexa to snap out of her gaze, her green eyes shifting back over to look at the stunning blonde. "Thanks. You didn't think that I was planning to sit up here for hours just to paint shit, did you?"

Lexa couldn't help but smile. "I guess not."

"Clarke," Finn's voice said suddenly, and the guy was suddenly coming into the room, freezing and looking between the two of them weirdly. "Oh, sorry. I thought Lexa left."

"I was about to," Lexa said quickly. "Clarke needed help with a box. But I have... stuff to do, so I'll go."

Clarke's gaze lingered on Lexa for a moment, before it moved over to Finn. "Yeah." She glanced back at the younger girl. "Bye."

"Bye," Lexa returned, quickly slipping past Finn and hurrying out of the warehouse before anything other awkward encounters could occur.

"You and her getting close, or something?"

Clarke rolled her eyes. "What is that supposed to mean? I've run into her a couple of times at The Bean, which was how I found out she's seventeen originally anyway, like I told you."

"Yeah, but isn't there a rule here about no dates?"

"Last I checked, she and I aren't dating, having sex, or any of those things," Clarke stated, narrowing her eyes.

Finn scoffed. "Yeah, but I almost did."

"And that's over, right?" Clarke quirked up an eyebrow, and Finn nodded. "So she's allowed to be in here – if there's a reason. And she was helping me move a box."

"Because there weren't enough people to do that already?"

"Could you chill out, Finn?" Clarke asked, her eyebrows shooting up at his biting remark. "What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me is that you've got this little twinkle in your eye, which makes me think that she's been here before. And it makes me think that you think she's a little more than just some girl I almost slept with, which definitely makes me think that you should rethink whether or not there's a possibility of you two hooking up," Finn stated.

Clarke's jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"

"Your face doesn't ever look that nice and soft when you look at anyone, what's so different about her?"

"My face wasn't nice and soft."

"Was too."

"Was not!"

"Uh, what are you two fighting about?" Octavia asked suddenly, raising her eyebrows as she appeared behind Finn. "And what was the purple haired girl doing here again?"

"What do you mean again?" Finn asked immediately.

Clarke scoffed. "She came by last Friday to apologize to you, but you weren't here."

"Wait, is that what she was doing here now?" Octavia asked, confused.

Finn shook her head. "Ask Clarke. Because Lexa had already apologized to me whenever Clarke showed up, but she somehow stuck around."

"Nothing is going on with me and Lexa!" Clarke growled. "She's seventeen!"

"Both of you," Raven said suddenly, appearing as well, "shut up. This place echos, you know? If you're gonna fight like kids, go to Finn's room at least since he's got that door."

Clarke narrowed her eyebrows. "Don't worry, I just needed to drop off these boxes anyway. I'll see you guys... sometime." She pushed past Finn, and Octavia and Raven stepped out of her way.

By the time she stepped out of the warehouse, Lexa and her car were nowhere to be seen.