Clexa (Taylor's Version)🤍
I wanted an excuse to write heavy angst + messiness with lots of social media
Clarke and Lexa are celebrities in L.A.'s Hollywood scene, and have been broken up for a while, but can't quite move on from each other. Thei...
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The absolute last thing Clarke wanted to see tonight on her rare chance to dine out was Lexa fucking Woods.
Lexa Woods, in her signature dark grey Armani suit.
On a date.
Before she could successfully grab her best friend's arm to duck out and choose another restaurant, those green eyes flick over and meet hers, as if she had been waiting on her to arrive.
"Shit you gotta be fucking kidding me." She hisses, earning a concerned look from the dark-haired girl just in front of her.
"What?" The girl says, looking Clarke up and down for something wrong.
"She's fucking HERE."
"Who is?" The girl says, turning to scan the dining room.
Clarke grabs her arm to stop her from turning, "No don't look don't-" but winces when it's clearly too late. Both of their eyes meet those green ones still locked onto them.
Lexa is holding a glass of red wine, and raises it slightly in their direction, shooting them her signature grin that Clarke would love to walk over and smack right off her annoyingly beautiful face.
"We can go somewhere else, Clarke, come on."
A flash goes off outside, as the first of what will eventually be many paparazzi snaps a picture through the restaurant's front window.
"No," Clarke says, "I'm not giving her that satisfaction."
They wait to be seated, and as the waitress is pouring their first glasses of wine the third member of their party arrives, fashionably late as always.
"Um since when do they seat VIPs off in the corner? Wasn't the reservation under Clarke Griffin? Your art is literally hanging in their lobby."
Clarke hates when Raven uses that term, as she never expects or cares about getting any sort of special treatment anywhere. Actually she'd prefer blending in and being invisible most of the time.
"We aren't the only VIPs tonight." Clarke uses the term sarcastically, nodding her head in the direction over the girl's shoulder, "And I requested this table, so just sit Raven."
"Ohhhh damn what are the odds of that?" Raven chuckles, pulling out her seat and taking a long sip of wine, shooting a glance at the other girl with them.
"Octavia stop looking, Jesus." Clarke kicks the girl's shin under the table.
Clarke had asked for the table on the far side of the dining room, away from as much of the crowd as possible, and took the seat that kept Lexa mostly in her line of sight without having to turn her head and be obvious.
"She's still watching you." Octavia says, not even trying to hide looking over her shoulder at the pair behind them.
"Ugh ok maybe I can't fucking stay here." Clarke motions to their waitress.
