Corrupted Constructs

Chapter 33

Lexa lets her phone fall flat onto her desk for the seventh time in less than five minutes. Still, no new replies from the blonde had popped up. She was probably out of luck now for getting any other interactions.

She runs a hand through her previously perfectly styled hair, causing a lock to fall in her face and she immediately pushes it back in annoyance.

Even though Clarke's responses had been angry and short and very much not what she was hoping to hear, her body still rushed with adrenaline and an eager excitement throughout the entire interaction.

She missed her.

Alexandria missed Clarke and she wanted her back in her life, even if it was only as a friend. Hell, even if it was only as a distant acquaintance.

And of course, it had taken fully losing Clarke to realize that. Because no matter what happened before, until that Friday night, Clarke had still been within her grasp.

But there was no way to tell Clarke this because this was a face-to-face type of conversation, not a text message one. Especially not since the odds were high that the blonde may not reply or even read whatever she said for that matter.

It was also perfectly clear that Clarke wouldn't agree to meet up with her again.

Unless...

After Ms. Hartley had long gone home that day and she was certain Anya would be home as well, she calls her sister.

The first time she calls, she gets sent to voicemail after a few rings. Almost as if the other woman did that on purpose. The second time, her sister does pick up, be it obviously reluctantly.

"Alexandria, to what do I owe this honor?" She asks dryly, clearly not very excited to speak to her sister.

"Did you really just hang up on me the first time I called?" Lexa asks indignantly.

"I sure did. What about it?"

"And what would be your reasoning for that?"

"I have this unpleasant feeling you are going to either ask me about a certain blonde or you are about to ask me for a favor, and I don't really feel like granting you either right now."

"What did I do now, Anya?"

"Not much, it just seems like lately you have only been calling me when you need something, and I am not in a giving mood today."

"Are you okay?"

"Oh yeah, I am fine, Alexandria."

For a moment Lexa is stunned. Was she really that bad? Had she gotten that bad? Thinking back, Anya probably was right.

"Okay, I am sorry Anya, I'll do better. Come over next weekend and I'll order you your favorite. That pad thai from that little place on the outskirts of the city?" the brunette suggests.

"You are actually going to not work for a day?"

"Well... I'll come home early on Saturday. You can come around 6 PM."

Lexa can hear the concerned sigh that Anya doesn't even bother trying to hide before she says, "You drive a hard bargain, bud. Now why is it that you called?"

"I need your help with something," Lexa informs her begrudgingly.

"Oh really..." Anya responds, and Lexa can just hear the smirk in her sister's voice.

"Come on Anya..."

"What? I didn't say anything. How can I be of service this time?"

"She won't talk to me."