Hook(er) Up - A Clexa Fic

Chapter 36- Clarke

"It's... kinda the opposite."

Lexa stood puzzled at what Clarke had just said. 'How was her scar anything other than hideous? It was, huge, distracting and so obvious it hurt. How could Clarke say it looked nice?'

She thought it looked nice. 

Blood rushed to Lexa's cheeks as the words finally registered in her head. Clarke just complimented her. It was stupid- and no way true- but she just complimented her, and Lexa didn't know how to handle that. What was that supposed to mean?

I was probably just to be nice but-

" ... does it hurt?" Clarke immediately broke Lexa from her thoughts. 

And Lexa didn't even have a chance to respond before the girl started speaking at lightning speed. Any part of her brain that was attempting to formulate some sort of thought or answer was quickly forced into trying to catch on to every one of Clarke's words.

 'I'mjustaskingfromtheperspectiveofa doctor causeIknowsometimes withunevenstitchingitcanstillhurt-'

Holy shit, Lexa could barely process anything the girl was saying in time. She was still caught up in the fact that Clarke complimented her. Everything she was saying was like a long string of new information; Lexa struggled to pick apart anything more than a few key words or phrases.

She thought she'd be the one talking endlessly about how much of a mess she was after Clarke mentioning her scar. Not at all did she really expect Clarke to care so much- well maybe a part of her did, knowing how caring Clarke naturally was- but not at all to the extent where she couldn't even catch onto a single word coming from Clarke's mouth!

And why did she seem so stressed asking anyway? And did she just-

'Wait- Doctor!??'

'What about a doctor?? Clarke was a doctor!?'

How did she not know about this?! This whole time Lexa just knew her as a stripper and-

' And I just don't want you to be in pain- I- I know you probably don't want to talk about it and that's fine. Something, something, something, and I was just worried about how your feeling...  Iknowalotofthetimeitisand...'

'Holy-' Lexa really couldn't sit with a single thought at this rate. All she could really focus on was how distressed and empathetic Clarke was being. Why was she speaking so fast? Why did she seem so nervous and all over the place? Why did she care so much for her?

Lexa could feel her ears growing red in reaction to the girl's concern. Clarke really was way too sweet of a soul for this universe. And it wasn't okay for Lexa's poor, helpless heart. She simply couldn't handle this much attention and affection without feeling her stomach twist and her heart run in all sorts of directions. Not from a stranger. Not from someone who should have reasonably no attachment or sentiment to her. Not from her crush.

... But it just felt like all sorts of good knowing that Clarke was staring because she cared and not that it looked hideous- which it definitely still did but-

'And I know because of my dad- It's just, it'snotcomingfromaplaceofnotunderstanding orbeinginconsiderate- I'm just worried because I'm- he-'

'Dad?' This was the first time Lexa ever heard about Clarke's father; what did he have to do with-

"I'm sorry, I didn't-"

Clarke actually paused for more than a split second for the first time, letting everything she just mumbled out reach Lexa's head. For the first time, Lexa got a few seconds to try and piece together this puzzle. But where to begin?!