August 30, 2018

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I have learned that you can apparently only post 20 images per chapter so with text posts they will be limited, however, text posts will not be my only form of writing in this story and likely as time goes on I will use less of them. I currently have two stories I'm working on and this chapter will make the stories neck and neck for chapters. I do not know if I will make that a theme. I will likely write for each one based on mood when when ideas strike. I have several for both and even the bit of story for this chapter was originally supposed to occur much further into the story, but I'm clexa trash and clearly couldn't wait to long before certain things progressed. I also noticed that the way my text posts are in the previous chapter do not allow people to comment on each of them so I will put text breaks between each for those that like to comment of specific parts. Honestly I live for the comments on clexa fanfic. I might have to see about making those pic breaks as well in chapter one.

To anyone who noticed in the first chapter. I am a fan of the concept of LEXARK from Fear and obviously it didn't actually happen, I thought it would be cool to spin this modern world as if it had. For anyone who has watched Fear, I've only watched a little bit of the show and have decided to make my own version of the show and so I will occasionally be tossing in my version of it. Basically a story within a story which kinda terrifies me to do, cause it was not my idea when I was first creating this. It just happened and it's still happening in this chapter too and I have no idea where I full what to go with that story within this story, so we're all in for a surprise lol.

Also, I would like to say because I forgot too in the first chapter, my version of the actors who portray Heda (Alicia) & Wanheda (Elyza) in my two show references do not look like the real characters since Clarke & Lexa watch the two shows in my story. With that said, I hope you enjoy this new chapter.

Also I'm to pretend any spelling mistakes in the text messages are purposely and totally Lexa and Clarke's fault. :)

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By the time Lexa got to practice, she was dreading her continued conversation she knew she'd have with Anya. She knew for a fact that she wasn't flirting with this girl, she started talking to yesterday. She didn't even know who she was so there's no part of her who'd risk flirting with a stranger. Their conversation just flowed well and they clearly had a few things in common. Plus, she was sure that the girl was joking about the date regardless of saying she thought Lexa was hot.

Not only that, but Lexa was hoping maybe something could happen with Costia. She was the new girl in their grade and from the two weeks of school they've had, she seemed like a really sweet girl. She was also really pretty with black kinky curly hair, hazel eyes and a soft bronze skin tone that was a few shades darker than her own. Costia was also the new goalie for their soccer team, which until she had found out that she was, she'd never even had a second thought to the sport in the first place.

As Lexa looked up and around at the lacrosse field her brow furrowed in confusion before she noticed Anya and a few others along the side-lines also watching as the men's lacrosse team were practicing on their field during their practice time. Lexa briskly walked over to Anya.

"About time you showed up. These asshats say they get the field for the morning due to, and I quote, "having better things to do than an evening practice." Which is bullshit if you ask me since there's always been an agreement that we get morning practice and they get the evening since there's only one lacrosse field." Anya explains with a scowl and eyes that could kill at the guys practicing.

"Well unless they signed out the field for this morning before us, then they have to get off since it's our time." Lexa responds back calmly, knowing that they don't need to worry.

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