I swear fealty to you (Clexa fanfic)

Part 6

Clarke POV:

I had woken up to a new week of school and I had finally gotten Lexa Woods out of my head. It baffled me that I ever had her stuck in my head in the first place, but I shrugged and moved on. I was heading to school to talk to my friends, and when I had gotten inside to my surprise, Lexa was there. She was actually early to school for once. Weird.

I saw her walking, the bruise in her face was gone, or just covered up, she had a small smirk on her face as she walked through the halls. She walked with such ease, no purpose, swaying back and forth, almost in a happy tone. It seemed as if the morning on the beach never happened. It was weird but she seemed to be fine so I didn't worry about it.

She didn't talk to me, I mean why would she, she never had before so I wasn't really expecting it. But in the hallway she occasionally would look me in the eye and her face would go cold, like I had done something to her, I didn't quite understand but I ignored it.

After school, I had stayed in the art room, painting as I usually do. I felt my phone buzz on the table and Octavia had texted the group chat:

Octavia:
Hey guys you want to go get coffee?!

Raven:
Sure O, I'll be ready in a few!?

Octavia:
All right I'll be at your house in a couple minutes to pick u up, Clarke what about you?

Me:
I can't, guys I'm sorry, I'm still at school, painting. Next time tho❤️

Raven:
Jeez Clarkie, take a break😂

Octavia:
Shut up Raven, she's happy

I put my phone away and focused back on my artwork. Painting stroke after stroke and blending colors. It was finished. The sunrise I had missed while talking to Lexa.

I packed up my stuff, locked the art room door and headed home. As I was in the parking lot, I felt a hand on my arm turning me around.

It was Lexa Woods, she was in her soccer jersey, her hair was in a ponytail and she was sweating. She clearly had just come from soccer practice. "Griffin" she said in a calm tone. "You didn't tell anyone about the other day did you?" She looked a little nervous now.

"Um no, I didn't" I say rather taken back by her change in tone. "You sure? Not even to Octavia or Raven?" She said skeptically. "I'm sure, I told you I wouldn't, why do you think I did?" I snapped back. That was obviously the wrong thing to do considering who I was talking to.

"You just seem like the person who would tell other people" she quickly snapped back. This angered me so I responded with "you don't know anything about me" I said turning around trying to walk away but she ran in front of me. "Really? I know nothing about you? Clarke Griffin, 17 years old, your moms a doctor, you dad passed when you were in middle school, your mom wants you to be a doctor just like her but you want to be an artist, your artwork won a county wide competition and you have yet to tell anyone yet, and you practically live in the art room here at school. Did I miss anything?" She said angrily.

"H-how did you know?" I asked, still in shock from her answer. "Because I pay attention," she said coldly. "That's kinda creepy" I replied which made a small smile appear on her face.

"Your cheek looks better," I said, trying not to push too hard. She said "Well, it's the miracle of makeup" she responded. "So it's not better, just covered up?" I asked, trying to clarify. "Well it's better that I'm not being questioned on what happened all day." She said and my face went back straight, dreading the reaction from the next question I was about to ask.

"So what did happened?" I questioned, the look on her face went dark "didn't I just say I didn't want to be questioned" she said coldly. Her eyes meeting mine, they weren't the same ones at the beach, or at school, they were protective and a little bit scared.

"Just drop it" she said and walked away from me. Her shoulder ran into mine as she passed me, knocking me off balance. "Damn she's strong" I whispered to myself as I watched her walk away.

Lexa POV:

I had caught up to Clarke after school, I had a feeling she would still be there after my practice was over. She would probably be in the art room, she's always in the art room.

I was trying to make sure she wouldn't tell anyone about my breakdown at the beach a few days ago. I believe that she didn't tell anyone but I have to keep an eye out on her.

It's been harder to keep my walls up around her since she has already seen past one. It's also so easy to get lost in her blue eyes, blonde hair, and warm smile. But I can't focus on that right now. She has already seen too much and I can't let her in again. I can't make that mistake again, not like Costia. That name, still in my head, still in my dreams.

I can't think about that anymore, if my dad knew I was thinking of Costia. I probably wouldn't be able to stand, let alone walk for a couple days. I was at my front door, standing behind it and hoping he wasn't there because the last time he was, it was bad.

I slowly opened the door, not making a sound. He was on the couch, tv was blasting and I closed the door silently and tiptoed up the stairs. When I got to my room I opened and closed the door careful not to make a sound. After I sat on my bed I let out all my breath I had held in since I entered the house. Finally sleep, I thought as I dozed off.