Dare you to love me

Incoming feelings

Chapter 5

Lexa POV

I walk out onto the soccer field Harper and Anya either side of me. I'm only half listening to their conversation. My mind is still clouded by thoughts of Clarke. Annoying thoughts that I want to push as far from my mind as possible.

"Lexa, earth to Lexa '' Ayna says, waving in front of my face. Slightly bugging me.

"What? I'm listening to you!" That is when I notice the other girls in the pitch waiting for me to tell them what drills to start.

I tell them to start off with a quick jog around the perimeter of the field. As the rest of the team begin their run Harper and Ayna help me get out the equipment that we will be using in today's training session.

"Pass those here An" I order pointing to the bag of balls on the floor, I begin to set them up on to cones. We have a big championship game coming up, so I am working the team extra hard after school and not one of them dares to moan at me.

"So Lexa, I heard you have a run in with OCtavia today in music. I hope you put that bitch in her place" Harper calls over to me.

"It was nothing, she was clearly slagging me off to the new girl so I just wanted to know what her problem was" I say like I wasn't even bothered by Octavia's actions.

"What's her deal anyway? She already bugs me how innocent she looks. Like she thinks that she's better than us or something Coming from England, thinking she's related to the fucking queen" Hrper and Anya snigger at Harpers words and I half heartily laugh.

I can't help but think to myself that really Clarke hadn't done anything wrong. Harper and Ayna were acting like she had gone out of her way to offend them. When in reality throughout the day I had noticed her just trying to keep herself to herself, and my behaviour this morning couldn't have helped how nervous she clearly was.

"I bet even Lexa can get her into bed though. Right Lexa?" I try to ignore the comment made by Anya but she slaps me on the back. Meaning that I have no choice but to climb back into my hard shell and answer.

"Yeah, just give me a month and she will be screaming my name" I feel sick saying the words. Yet I still don't understand why. In the past I had taken bets with my best friends about whether or not I could get a straight girl into my bed. But with Clarke as the wager the thought made me feel uneasy.

"I bet you $50 that you can't get her into your bed by the end of the month." Harper says confidently to me.

I laugh at her and jokingly say back "Make it $100 and I'll think about it". That ends the conversation and we carry on setting out the equipment.

"Speaking of your future playmate, isn't she up there? Ayna questions, pointing towards the bleachers.

I look up towards the stands, using my hand to block the sun, when I see her. Looking as stunning as she did this morning. My heart begins to beat faster in my chest and I take her all in. She was sitting there on her own, her blonde wavy girl blowing beautifully in the wind. She takes her hand and pushes a few curls out of her face. Before returning back to what looked like a sketchbook or journal. The concentration on her face was frankly adorable as hell. I pondered to myself about what was so different about Clarke. I wanted her badly, but in a different way to how I've ever wanted a girl before.

"Can't help but better my chances of winning, Lexa watch this!" Harper laughs. I don't understand what she means, but then the next few seconds pass by in slow motion.

Harper picks up a football and launches hard in Clarke's direction. I can't help but look on in horror.

Clarke's POV

I return back to my drawing. Looking at the forest green eyes I had penciled into my book.I shake my head and turn over the page attempting to start a new creation. As I try to draw I can't help but keep glancing over at the pitch. Lexa was with her minions, talking and setting up the equipment. I could swear to myself that she kept looking over in my direction. WHy was I even bothered if she was looking at me? Let her look.

I put pencil to paper again and etch away. That's when I hear Lexa shout.

"HARPER DON'T!" I hear her bellow.

As I look up I see coming towards me. I am unable to move before it makes contact with my face.

I feel my eyes water as blood splatters over my face.

"Son of a bitch" I scream out. I hold my head back trying to not get any blood on my drawings, but fail to no avail. I can't see properly as my eyes have already puffed up from what I know is a broken nose.

I try to stand up and get dizzy. I regain my composure, and walk down the bleachers, not wanting to give Lexa and her crew the satisfaction of seeing me in pain.

I wipe more blood from my nose using the sleeve of my leather jacket. I attempt to ring my mum from the parking lot hoping that she can pick me up as I don't fancy walking home with blood all over my face and T-shirt.

"Fuck sake" I groan loudly. I shove my phone back into my pocket and begin to walk down the road.

That's when I hear a familiar voice calling me from the parking lot. I turn around to face them. 

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