The last day of summer.

11.

It was Monday and Lexa was already in her morning class paying attention this time because she had a great sleep. She actually enjoyed most of her classes, but with everything that was going on she had quite a hard time concentrating. Sometimes her mind will drift away to Saturday morning, or to that night at The Dropship. She tried to remember something else, anything, but nothing came to her mind. Truth is, she was quite drunk most of the time she was there, so her memory wasn't the best. That night was like a puzzle where pieces were missing, and apparently not only for her.

She was writing down on her computer when she received a text from none other than Clarke. She was telling her the library was still closed, and asked what was the plan then. Lexa let out a sigh, frustrated before texting "My place". She didn't want to waste time like the other day, plus that way she could eat at home and wouldn't lose her time.

Once the class was up, she went straight home, and found out Clarke was waiting in her car at the front of the building. They greeted each other and then went up to her apartment.

This time Clarke didn't feel anxious, she could actually focus and get her part done. All of this while Lexa was munching on some leftover pizza from last night and tried to write at the same time, not a good idea. She was sitting on the floor while Clarke was on the couch, they were pretty good at ignoring each other.

When Clarke stood up, Lexa didn't even look up. Her eyes were still glued to her laptop screen as she walked past her. The brunette could hear a door open, and she just assumed the other one went to the bathroom. That door was right behind her back, next to it the other door led to her room. It was a small apartment, but she was glad it had things well separated. After a couple of minutes Clarke came out and curiously looked at Lexa's laptop. She saw the brunette was looking at the picture of The Dropship the girls had shown her on Saturday.

—Is not going to suddenly move, just drop it —apparently Lexa didn't expect to hear that, because she slightly jumped and almost dropped her plate with pizza.

—Sorry...I'm working I promise—

—I'm not the police, Lexa — she laughed, to which the brunette just rolled her eyes.

—I just.... I can't stop thinking about it — after a couple of seconds she admitted.

That made Clarke rethink the whole situation. Till then she thought Lexa didn't care that much about this problem, but maybe she was wrong. Maybe she was as worried as they were and she was just good at hiding it.

—Me neither — Clarke took a step closer and then finally sat down next to her, that made Lexa raise an eyebrow. Even if there was a good amount of space between then she gave a judgy glance that Clarke didn't saw —We were supposed to have a great night that day you know? It was the last day of summer before some of our friends went back to their cities for uni. The last day we were all together. —

When the blonde started to speak Lexa moved her head to see her, maybe it was the tone of her voice that made her feel slightly bad. The way the three girls always spoke about Harper made her see how much she meant to them.

She didn't say anything, it was Clarke who spoke again:

—Did any of the people you dmed answered something important? — Even if they had the groupchat to exchange these things, she knew not everybody had answered and she wanted to know if Lexa had any news.

—No, you? — Clarke denied with her head, nothing either — and what about the dudes Octavia talked to?—

—Well, they were too drunk to remember anything—

—As expected... —she looked back at the laptop, right into the picture where her boyfriend was. Could she even call him boyfriend? She just got used to do it.

Lexa closed the picture and stared at the Dropship Instagram profile, some other photos had been uploaded but nothing interesting.

—How many followers do they have... — she whispered to herself, checking that number right at the top right corner. —Only 500? Huh.... — that was weird, but maybe not everybody knew that bar had an Instagram. — What if we...if we text all these people? — She raised an eyebrow, then looked back at Clarke

—What do you mean? —

—I mean, we are only focusing on the people who are commenting. But what about those who liked the picture? Those who are following? Some of them had to be there that night. Somebody has to know something else we don't — okay, maybe she was a bit too optimistic with this.

—Well, that's not.... a bad idea — Clarke had to admit, and it took everything on her. The girl who she constantly called an airhead was actually giving a solution.

—I never have bad ideas—

—Sure, cause you are the smartest person in the world —sarcasm, she never even let her add anything she continued: — I'm gonna tell the girls, we need to organize this or we will be double texting people—

She then got up to go back to the sofa where her phone was. As for Lexa she decided to close the profile and try to do some work.