The last day of summer.

07.

Right after their talk with Lexa, Raven and Clarke made sure to tell everything to Octavia which was quite surprised. What they knew now wasn't big information, but everything was helpful. They collectively decided to not reach out to Lexa in case she got all mad again. They would wait a couple days, see if maybe the brunette got inspired and told them something else. On the other hand, they were asking people they knew were at The Dropship that day and so were their friends. Harper's name, who had been on the news for a couple weeks now, started to roll around campus. They didn't want people to forget, because that's what usually happened. When someone went missing, the news covered it for a couple days before moving on to something else. 

They couldn't let that happen.

But the more they tried to talk with people or friends of friends, the more they realised Lexa was their best lead. Problem was she didn't have more information...or she was lying. Yeah, the thought of it still was floating around. None of the three girls completely trusted her.

Friday came, and as per usual Clarke had the mission to keep an eye on Lexa. But truth was she was a pretty normal girl. Nothing was off about her. And it wasn't like she could tell much about her from a two hour long class.

If only she could know her better...but she didn't want to. She found her completely annoying, rude and selfish. There was no way she was trying to make friends with her.

The teacher walked in and before the class started he had an announcement to make.

—As I mentioned the first class we will be working on a big project for a good part of the semester. It was finally decided this would be a group project. You guys will be working in pairs of two. I'm gonna read your couples now, pay attention please—

And the list went on.

Clarke had an extremely bad feeling about this, and she was about to be god damn right.

—Griffin? You go with Woods — the look on her face was a poem.

—Of course this was going to happen —she whispered to herself quite calmly. In reality she was screaming inside:

Seriously? About every fucking person in this god damn room? What am I? A wattpad cliché? God, I'm gonna float myself into space.

Sometimes you have to be careful with what you wish for. Or...be a bit more specific.

The class went by, but Clarke couldn't pay any attention. She was too busy complaining in her head and asking god why did he hated her so much.

When 4pm marked on the clock the blonde started to gather her things, ready to leave, get into her car and scream for ten minutes straight. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan to let her anger go away. But it was interrupted by a slight cough. When she raised her head, she saw Lexa.

God, it must have taken everything in her to come this way.

—You don't like me and I don't like you either —She started, repeating the words Clarke told her once —But we have to do this...

—I'm surprised you haven't tried to get another partner. —

—I'm not five years old, I can handle you—

Clarke laughed, she thought Lexa was ridiculous. The brunette took a deep breath before talking again.

—We can work on the library, we just have to compare our schedules to know our times—

—Sure, is the best idea — she had to agree on this one. —Can I get your number? —

The look on Lexas face was epic, Clarke could've laughed again right there. But she didn't.

—To send you my schedule, idiot —the insult slipped, but Lexa was too shocked to even complain about it.

—Yeah, yeah. Give me your phone—