The last day of summer.

02.

One can have a certain amount of drinks before starting to feel sick. But that night it wasn't the drinks that made Lexa feel sick.

She was having a great time, it was supposed to be the best night before going back to university. Although she couldn't complain about the summer it was...nice. But everyone knows that you have to make the best out of your last night.

So there she was, at the best underground club full of people, drinks and other stuff. She had the best cocktail ever and good music was playing while she danced with a stranger whom she could only put a name to: Clarke. And it was fine for a while before she would start to feel weird. It was the alcohol coming up a way to fast, all at once, that's how the drinks kicked at her. She could be fine for a couple hours before they all decided to mess her up.

That and the amount of heat that didn't let her breath.

Her heart was pounding, and it went even worse as the blonde she was dancing with decided to completely close the gap between their bodies. It was a second, but as soon as Lexa realized the way her face was moving towards hers she backed off.

—What the hell? — All of sudden all her senses came back. With a frown on her face and now away from her she stared, looking at her as if she was completely crazy. —What is wrong with you?—

Was Clarke going to kiss her?

She felt sick. And that's when she knew: it wasn't the drinks.

—I must've completely misunderstood you I'm so sorry — on the other hand, Clarke couldn't believe herself, she really did think this girl was inviting her to do something else. —I... —

But before she could even go on the brunette raged off:

—Misunderstand me? I never gave you any fucking sign, Jesus. Do I really look like a lesbian for you? — She was disgusted, and the blonde in front of her wasn't going to take that.

—Well, I so sorry for your case, I guess being straight must really be really hard. Don't worry, you'll get over it — she flashed a fake smile.

See, Clarke had had these type of fights way too much. She wasn't offended by anyone's comments anymore. She was going to stick up for herself and anyone else, because she just couldn't understand people like this girl.

—Wow, you're really just like every other gay person, shitting upon other's sexualities. —

—Me? Nah, just speaking up facts. Also, being straight? On the 21st century? Damn...brave — now she was just mocking her at this point.

How did this happen!? From getting a couple drinks, to laughing, to dancing, to...fighting.

It took everything on Lexa not to cause a scene right there, although she wouldn't have minded. She just wanted to leave, as far as she was from this girl better.

—You are pathetic, disgusting and so full of yourself. Fuck you — and with that she left.

—Fuck you too!

Clarke raised both middle fingers to her, even though she couldn't really see her.

For the blonde, the night went on as if nothing ever happened. Because why the hell would she give this stupid girl a place in her mind?

For the brunette it was already a mess. She felt sick, disgusted, how could've she had a great time with...this...person? Gross.

It took more than what expected, but Lexa finally found her friends again. And they all could tell she was mad about something, but for some reason they didn't dare to ask. They all collectively, and in silence, assumed it was because of her boyfriend which...was nowhere to be found.

They had a couple more drinks, and she and Echo went to the bathroom.

—So...what's up with the angry face? — Yes, Echo didn't fear her friend.

—What do you mean? — Lexa asked as she entered the bathroom. There were three cubicles and three sinks in front of a huge mirror.

—I know when you are mad.  —

Lexa wanted to laugh. As if.

—Wouldn't you be mad? I haven't seen you guys in two fucking hours, and you guys have been having fun without me —the lie was good, so good that Echo believed it because it sounded just like her.

—Jesus, don't be so dramatic. Is not like this was a boring place, you always find something to do.—

—Yeah, would've been better with my friends.—

All Echo did was roll her eyes and walk into a cubicle.

After a few more minutes there they both left the bathroom. And as soon as they crossed to the door, they found Francis.

—Well, there you are! Finally I find some familiar faces — immediately a hand went into Lexa's waist.

—You've been lost for two hours too?—

—Something like that, yeah —Francis answered Echo's question

—Great, your girl too and she is throwing a tantrum about it...fix it! — She was done she walked out of there without saying anything else.

—Oh my god, she is so dramatic. I mean, yeah, I was mad about it. But I'm not that mad. — she was mad about something else.

—I mean I do believe her the tantrum part...—

—Francis? Really? Shut up. —

—Why don't you shut me up? —

They looked at each other. There were no words for a second, Lexa could swear her heart was beating louder than the music.

And again, you could cut the tension with a knife. That's how it was with them. It took a look, or a couple of words. Or maybe it was the alcohol.

Lexa pulled him into a kiss, needy, almost desperate. And he didn't declined, the hand around her waist, pulled her closer as they explored each others mouth. They knew each others bodies too well. But he always thought it was exciting to kiss as if it was the first time. Their lips were too in synch, always being the best dance couple.

Lexa didn't put too much thought into it this time. She needed this.

—Bathroom — that's all he said after pulling away for a second to catch some air

She nodded, and as they kissed again, she started to walk backwards hoping to fall into the bathroom door again. And she did, bringing him in and never leaving his lips. The kiss got too intense, too fast, it was sloppy and rough. Francis helped her to sit in the sink, his hands immediately caressing her legs and making his way up to her shorts. As he heard a couple moans he smirked, and he decided to be nice: he wasn't going to tease this time. His hands went straight to undo the button and the zip as his lips moved to her neck, making her lean her body against the mirror.

Lexa let out a couple curses, as she tilted her head backwards. This was going to be the end of her, she thought.

And she confirmed it when she opened her eyes. Across the bathroom there were two blue eyes staring at her.

She didn't curse this time. All she did was locking eyes with her as her boyfriend slid his hand into her shorts and continued kissing her neck.

All Clarke did was raise both eyebrows and then leave.

She didn't give a fuck about her.