A/N This was one of my favorite chapters to write, but I feel like it didn't come out nearly as good as I wanted to. I kept going over and over about what I could change, but I didn't want to change anything in case it messed up the chapter. So, here it is! Enjoy and if you like it or have any suggestions, please review!

Chapter 9: Can you hear me scream? Part 2

A scratchy hand grasped my arm, pulling me backwards and I fell. Hard. Hard enough to knock the wind out of me. I looked up and saw a distorted face of a wolf-like creature.

I felt like I was suffocating even though it wasn't touching me. It leaned over me, and then its arm stretched out towards me. I did the only thing I could do. I screamed her name as loud as I possibly could.

"Clarke!"

"Let her go!" I heard Clarke scream, fear evident in her voice.

"She's a goner, let's go!" I heard Bellamy shout. Thanks, Bellamy! I thought bitterly.

The creature grabbed my shoulders, pinning me to the floor. The Heda part of me resurfaced and I twisted my torso, jerking my knee up and kneeing him right in his groin.

"Dammit, Lexa!"

I froze at the familiar voice. The creature collapsed beside me, holding himself. I grabbed the wolf-head and whipped it off, gasping.

"Miller!"

Clarke rushed over to me, kneeling beside me. I nodded at her, letting her know that I'm okay. She reached over and shoved Miller's shoulder. "You're such an ass!"

"What the fuck, dude?" Octavia marched over with the rest of them. "You trying to put Lexa is legitimate cardiac arrest?"

He glared at me. "Is Lexa trying to make sure I can never produce offspring again?"

I shrugged. "What the hell did you expect me to do, huh, Miller?"

"Scream like a girl!"

"I take great offence to that."

Octavia nodded. "Every badass girl in the world takes offence to that, Nathan. If you wanted someone to scream like a girl, you should've grabbed Clarke and not Lexa!"

"Hey!" Clarke yelled, glaring at Octavia.

I grimaced. "Sorry, ai hodnes. But I agree with Octavia."

She just huffed, knowing all too well that it was true. I reached out to her but she scooted away. "Fine. Be like that."

Octavia cleared her throat. "Now that the whole night of horrors thing is over, how about we eat some of this crap I spent all yesterday afternoon making? If I come home with any of it, my mother might legitimately murder me."

Bellamy looked at his little sister in confusion. "Why would mom kill you for coming home with food?"

I looked to Lincoln for help, but he gave me a look that clearly said that I was on my own. "I, um, kinda did all the baking at mom's house. And I may have made a mess. And I may have not cleaned it all up. And I may have been ignoring her calls all day and pretended I wasn't home when she came to the apartment. And I may have made Lincoln lie for me."

"Dude! Why?"

"I didn't know, Bell. Because she's fucking scary?"

"Well, duh. You're a mini version of her!"

"I'm not as bad as her."

Bellamy nodded. "You're right. You're worse."

If looks could kill, Bellamy would be dead right there and then. "Guys?" The Blake siblings stopped their little stare-off to look at me. "What are we doing now?"

...

"This is so good, O," Harper moaned, eating her fifth cupcake. We all nodded in agreement. "This is why you're catering for the winter ball."

"No!" I groaned, flopping over.

Harper frowned. "No to my winter ball, or no to Octavia catering?"

Octavia chuckled. "Lexa hates anything with the word winter in it."

Clarke smiled slightly but it vanished when she saw me looking at her. I sighed. She must still be angry with me from earlier. I have a lot of damage control to do later.

"How can you hate winter, Lexa?" Bellamy asked. "It's my favorite season!" Miller, Clarke, Octavia and Harper nodded in agreement.

"I'm with you, Lex. I hate winter, too," Monty told me. I gave him a grateful smile.

I reached for a pumpkin spice cookie. "I just do. I hate the cold."

"You guys should see the amount of layers she wears when we walk to work together!"

Lincoln chuckled. "Don't feel bad, Lex. She says the same things about me when I have to walk anywhere." He hesitated, eying his fiancé. "I hate winter, too."

"Lincoln!"

He dove from his spot beside Octavia, who was fuming about his confession about her favorite season, and slid besides me which left everyone beside Octavia chuckling.

"Traitor."

He ducked his head apologetically, but he couldn't erase the smile on his lips. "Sorry, my love."

I patted his back sympathetically. "Don't worry, Lincoln. She won't be pissed forever. Just until someone else does something to piss her off more." I swallowed as Octavia's glare transferred to me. "Like right now. I'm pretty sure she's now more pissed at me than you because I told you that she won't be pissed at you once someone else pisses her off…"

"You're rambling, Lex," Clarke pointed out, an annoyed look on her face.

"Sorry," I mumbled. I had a tendency to ramble when something felt like it was going wrong. Clarke hates it when I ramble. She said it's annoying and distracting. Which might sound rude, but she's Clarke and she's the sweetest person I know.

"For the record," Octavia said as she crawled over to Lincoln and I, "I'm not actually pissed at anyone."

Lincoln and I chuckled as she awkwardly tried to hug us both at the same time.

"Just don't make me choke on my cookie," I whispered. She burst out laughing, kissing my cheek before settling on Lincoln's lap. I adjusted myself so I could lay my head on Lincoln's shoulder. I could literally feel Clarke's star boring into my exposed back.

Miller and Monty started up a conversation about cars with Lincoln and Bellamy. I paid no attention to it because I had no interest in cars whatsoever—I won't even willingly get into one! I glanced around the room at everyone else. Octavia looked like she was falling asleep in Lincoln's lap, Harper was till munching away at Octavia's pastries, and Clarke was sitting on the couch staring at nothing in particular with a bored expression. With a quiet sigh, I stood up—my legs hate me, I haven't stood in hours—and grabbed a plate of pumpkin spice cookies, which I knew was Clarke's favorite, and went to join her at the couch. I sat down on the other cushion, careful not to startle her. she glanced at me, blue eyes meeting green.

"Hi," I whispered cautiously.

"Hi," she whispered back with a ghost of a smile on her lips. She edged closer to me. "I'm sorry, Lexa."

I frowned. "What for?"

She sighed. "For…being a jerk."

"You're not a jerk. You're the most amazing person I know."

She shook her head, scooting over so we were touching. She rested her forehead against mine and I sighed contently. "You're just stressed, Klark. It's understandable."

"Stress doesn't excuse me being a jerk."

"You're not a jerk."

She sighed in defeat, knowing that I wasn't going to admit she was a jerk. I would never admit she was anything but the most amazing woman I know.

"I love you, Lexa."

"I love you, too, Klark kom Skaikru."

She laughed quietly. "That is so much more badass than Clarke Griffin, Heda Lexa kom Trikru."

"That's who we are. Who we'll always be," I whispered, suddenly feeling really sleepy.

"Always."