The last day of summer.

08.

Two months had already passed since the beginning of the semester, that meant two months or so of Harper missing. Or two months or so of Lexa having to see Clarke's face more than usual. Or two months or so of Octavia tracking down everything she could on social media about that night at The Dropship. Or two... well, you get it. Everyone had things to deal with, but for Raven, Clarke and Octavia the main goal was still the same: to find their friend. Police didn't have any news, as per usual, and the news was slowly starting to forget about Harper as they predicted. Raven would get mad every time she had to watch some stupid thing on tv instead of a clue about her missing friend.

As the days went by and uni work started to be a lot more, the girls had less time to try and focus on their goal. Plus, it seems to them they had nothing. Clarke had slightly tried to get something from Lexa, all due to Raven's orders. But all she got was an unamused stare and silence or an 'I don't have anything' more than once. It still wasn't a lie, the brunette was as lost as them. Her boyfriend, or whatever he was, still was nowhere to be found. And yes, some acquaintances had asked about him, but she couldn't give them a proper answer. Just having other people asking made her realize he completely wiped himself from earth or something.

Francis had a tendency to disappear sometimes for a couple of days, but Lexa never took it as anything strange since she knew from day one that he was like that. He was a guy who liked to have his personal space, and in whatever type of relationship they were having that was the key. He wouldn't bother her and she wouldn't bother him, they would never suffocate each other with their presence. Sometimes her friend Echo would tell her how weird of a relationship that was, but she didn't know the whole truth behind their dynamic and that it wasn't always like that.

It was Monday at 2:32pm and Lexa was walking down the campus to get to the library. Her least favourite part of the week, at least she could get rid of it and then enjoy her free time. She didn't even care she was 'late' she knew Clarke would give her a hard time anyways, just to piss her off, is not like if she actually cared the brunette was a couple of minutes late. She thought that secretly it was Clarke's mission to do that, maybe push her enough to see when would she give up. But she had made herself from a lot of patience to deal with her.

She could finally see the building right in front of her, and just as she was getting closer she saw her non-so-grateful companion.

—Well, somebody is late too, ha —you could hear the mocking on Lexa's voice.

—No, I was on time —Clarke disagreed, to which Lexa just raised an eyebrow. The blonde usually waited inside, at the table they somehow managed to get every week.

All Clarke could do was look at her and then point at the doors of the building. It didn't take long for Lexa to see a paper taped to the glass door, and when she got closer she read: CLOSED DUE TO ELECTRICITY PROBLEM.

—You gotta be kidding me. —

—Yep —Clarke nodded, that's exactly what she said when she got there and saw the announcement.

—We need to work. We have to hand in a glimpse of the project by the end of the week—

—I know, I'm in the same class as you, idiot —

—Don't insult me —this time she heard loud and clear the affront, and she wasn't taking it —There's a coffee shop down the road, just about two blocks from here. We can go there—

Completely ignoring Lexa's first demand Clarke agreed and they both changed course to that coffee shop. It took them longer to get out of the campus than to actually get there.

They should've known from that only that their idea wasn't good.

—For fuck's sake —Lexa was now trying to see inside of the shop, hands around her eyes and her face almost glued to the window. Lights were off, there was no one inside. Odd, she thought. —This place is always open—

—Sounds fake, but okay... —at this point all Clarke could do, or wanted to, was making fun of her. She sat down in the window counter, while she waited for the brunette to finish doing whatever she was trying to do.

A defeated Lexa sighed and took sit next to her, they had already wasted like half an hour. She refused to reschedule this, she was having a busy week and had made plans for almost every evening.

She couldn't believe she was about to do this, the only thing that came to her mind in that second:

—Let's just go to my house, whatever. Is not that far, we can walk—

That lit up all the alarms on Clarke's mind, it took her off guard and all she could think about was Raven words: quite modest apartment for a rich kid, don't you think? Oh, god...if the girls knew what she was about to herself get into.

—Ask me for dinner first, for god's sake — but of course, even if her mind was busy somewhere else, she didn't miss her chance to make fun of her knowing damn well how bad she would take this one.

won't tolerate any more of your stupid jokes— of course the blonde's words made her feel quite uncomfortable.

—Oh right, forgot your homophobic behavior and lack of sense of humor— Clarke just clicked her tongue. —Chill out, princess, it was a joke—

All Lexa did was give her a deathly stare, she could feel her blood boiling. Everytime she opened her mouth, the brunette was a step closer to yell at her. But she reminded herself they needed to work (and maybe that she needed to prove this idiot she could handle her...). She just got up and started walking, not even inviting her to follow her beacause she assumed she just would. And that's exactly what happened, Clarke started to walk behind her in silence. Lexa was right, it was a really small walk from that coffee shop to her place or maybe it was her starting to concentrate a lot more on the weird anxiety that was growing inside her.

The blonde remembered the street quite well, especially the building Lexa lived in because Raven had made that weird comment about it. Now that she was there she couldn't stop but think about it.

Should she text her friends? No, no, they would blow up her phone and that would be a disaster. She should just go in there and tell them later. But what if she never gets out of there? What if this was a trap and she ended just like Harper? Oh...

—Hey, get in here — a tired and annoyed brunette looked at her from the inside of the building, still holding the door for her to get inside. Clarke just shook her head, trying to get rid of her stupid thoughts and finally walked in.

Sure the outside of the building was modest, but the inside was pretty nice and it even had an elevator which Lexa called as soon as they walked down one of the two aisles in front of them.

Maybe she was just making a whole ass movie in her head and nothing will happen. Maybe Lexa was being honest and didn't actually know anything. Or maybe her boyfriend was right upstairs in her apartment chilling out on the couch and all this time she was covering up for her. Maybe she was part of making Harper disappear. Her mind couldn't stop thinking a hundred of scenarios, and she started to feel a little nervous as they walked into the elevator. She saw the place had up to 7 floors, and Lexa pressed the button number 6.

Six, six, six...what did that old woman that works with her told her once about number six?

'Is deadly! Be aware!'

No, no! That was number 13, and she was probably just talking about Friday 13th.

With all the noise going on in her head Clarke didn't realised they had arrived at the 6th floor already. She let Lexa get out first and then walked behind her, making sure to check everything twice. There was a rug on one of the doors that said 'dogs are welcome' and another door who still had a Christmas decoration on from last year. Lexa turned left as she stepped out, walked pass the stairs, and stopped at the door at the end of the corridor.

This was it, the moment of truth.

As the brunette was opening the door Clarke could feel her heart pounding. She slowly walked into the apartment and slightly flinched when Lexa closed the door.