The last day of summer.

12.

The weekend came, and Lexa had agreed to let the three best friends into her house on Saturday at 2pm. She still couldn't believe she had to do this to win their trust. Luckily they all arrived at the same time, so she didn't have to spend an awkward time with any of them. They all sat down around the small table Lexa had.

—So, I've been thinking how to do this —Raven was the first to speak, she got there prepared because she was now opening an excel document in google drive to show them what she's been preparing. —There are four columns: username, type of profile to see if is private or not, were they at The Dropship that night or not, and finally do they know something and if they do what—She started to speak as she pointed out everything on the screen of her laptop. The girls nodded, they all had the impression this was a Excel class, should they take notes? —I'm going to share this with you —she said then asked for Lexa's email which was the one she didn't have

—And how are we going to do with the followers? —Clarke asked

—Well, that's easy, I'll do the first ten, you do the next ten, and so and so —Lexa spoke as if that was the best answer

—Yes, we only have to be aware of who the last person we talk to, so the next one knows where to start —Octavia agreed while nodding.

All Clarke did was imitate Octavia's actions, agreeing with them and getting the point. Then they all opened the document on their respective computers, and checked the Instagram account of The Dropship. Since the last time they saw it it has had 56 more followers, that made a total of 556. Lexa would start with the first ten, then Octavia, Raven and finally Clarke. The first thing they did was write down all the first 40 usernames, and then highlight with different colors the ones that they were respectively talking to.

Everything was set up.

—Wait, before we start — the brunette interrupted —Put your profiles on private, just in case... —that was a good idea —you never know what kinda creep is watching your stories to get you into a mystery solving case — now she looked at Octavia and raised her eyebrows, of course she remembered that O did that.

—I had to! But then, miss I love posting everything online decided to put a lock to her profile.—

—Yeah, and I'm glad I did.—

—Too bad, I liked your pics —Octavia could recognize that. Lexa had a shitty personality, but her profile was neat and she loved it.

—Thanks — with pride across her face, she smiled.

Raven and Clark rolled her eyes and denied with their heads. Maybe, just maybe, Lexa and Octavia could get along. Two social media addicts...

For the next hour or so they worked in silence, only speaking when necessary. Octavia thought this was torture, she needed ambience noise or a small talk...but everytime she tried to do that the answer she got were very bland. She knew that was because her friends didn't like Lexa, well is not like she did like her, but... she could just pretend to be nice for a bit to make the work less shitty.

—Hey... —all of sudden an idea crossed her mind, she raised her head from her phone to look at Lexa across the table —Does Francis has an Insta?—

—No, he doesn't do social media —she explained not taking her eyes out of her laptop screen as she was writing down.

—That's not sketchy at all — sarcasm was present in that sentence.

—What do you mean? Not everybody is a social media person. Some people just don't like it — she shrugged, brushing it off.

—But he was dating a miss I love posting everything online — Octavia pointed out once again. That's what she could get from the very few days she could follow Lexa around on her Instagram.

—I don't post everything online, Octavia — why was she explaining herself to this person she barely knew?

—Sure, I'll pretend I believe you.—

While they discussed Raven and Clarke shared a glance, and Rae texted the blonde.

"O is right, isn't it weird he doesn't have social media? and that Lexa has no pictures with him?"

"Yeah, maybe O is right and he isn't particularly her boyfriend... I'll try smth"

—So how did you meet him if he is not one of your trusty followers? — Clarke spoke, looking at Lexa next to her from the corner of her eye.

—If you guys came here to make another quiz about my life, I'm going to kick you out — that's the only thing she did.

—Is okay if you met him on Tinder, we won't judge you —the blonde pushed a little, she knew the brunette would get mad but maybe she would get something out of it.

—I didn't met him on Tinder. Do you know how many psychos are in there? Not my cup of tea. But we won't judge you if it's yours —she almost repeated the same words, that made Clarke's blood boil.

Lexa Woods was, in fact, a pain in the ass.

The first few answers they got weren't very important, and people were answering very slow, so this was going to take more than what they thought. They did this for about three hours before giving up for the day, it was painfully slow. From the 40 users goal they had, they only got complete information for 17.

—This is going to take days — Lexa spoke, rubbing her eyes slowly

— Is the only thing we can do —

— Have you girls tried to show the pic to the police?—

— We did — Raven nodded — We showed to Harper's parents, and they went to the police, but...you know how these guys are. They need more than a stupid picture to do something. —

—What do you mean? —Lexa looked at her from across the table —The evidence is literally right there. She is there, in that picture. —

—Is not clear for them if it's her, even if we have pictures that proved she was wearing the same outfit — it was a pain to deal with the police, that's why the girls were trying to do something on their own —Would you be up to talk to them? —Raven dropped all of sudden.

—What am I going to tell them? The same as you girls know, and that's not helpful. Is not like I know where the fuck Francis went this time.—

This time. Those words made Raven think.. so it wasn't the first time he did something like this. Just leaving without a note, or a text, or something. Unlike Clarke, Raven knew when to stop pushing...so she just shut up. She knew if Lexa went to the police and told them everything they knew it could be bad for her. She knew her boyfriend was selling drugs and that could make her look bad, almost like an accomplice.

They decided to stop for the day, and agreed on continuing on their own for the next couple of days. They would keep each other updated and figure out another day to hang out, but next week everybody was busy or had plans.