I don't care (what they say about you)

Clarke

Lexa sat on the window ledge in her room, in a black tank top and sweatpants, looking out into her front yard. It was a bit foggy, due to all the rain that had been happening that day. School was cancelled because one two many wrecks had happened that morning already, and the weather may get worse. Though it was only a Friday, so no one was really complaining. Except Lexa. Lexa had been hoping to see Clarke again today; talk to her again. It had been just over two weeks since Clarke's breakdown in her arms. Lexa had tried to ask her what she meant when she said, "I have to be..." but Clarke didn't say much more after that.

Lexa sighed to herself as she thought about their conversation after that, which wasn't much of a conversation. Lexa had given Clarke her number (even though Clarke tried to refuse it) and told her that if she ever needed anything, than she could call her. After that they had parted ways, both going home. After that Clarke had started to become a bit more civil towards Lexa. Although she still didn't talk much to Lexa, she did stop running off whenever Lexa came near her. She even said a quiet hello to Lexa every once in awhile.

The brunette sighed once more, a loud annoyed sigh. She looked at the clock on her nightstand and saw it was around lunch time. After Clarke's breakdown, the two of them had started eating lunch together. Most of the time it would be under the football bleachers or by the old oak tree by the soccer field. Though a few times Lexa had found Clarke by the art hallway. They almost always ate in silence. Which was fine, at least Clarke wasn't bolting like she used to. Sometimes Lexa would bring the blonde a bag of chips or some snack because the smaller girl wouldn't have gotten lunch that day. When Lexa had asked why she didn't get lunch some days, Clarke would shrug and look the other way. Lexa didn't push for an answer; Clarke would tell her when she was ready, hopefully.

She then leaned her head on her window. Thinking about Clarke made her head hurt slightly. She couldn't get the girl out of her head, no matter how hard she tried. She was interrupted from her thoughts by a knock on her door.

"Yo dweeb, you better be decent cause I'm coming in." Anya said before walking into her room.

"Couldn't even wait for a reply?" Lexa said with a roll of her eyes.

"Nope." Anya said, popping the 'p'. She then proceeded to flop down onto Lexa's bed, putting her arms behind her head and shutting her eyes. "What are you doing? Besides pinning over blondie?"

"She has a name." Lexa said, turning her body towards Anya.

"Fine, Clarke. And you didn't deny it."

"I am not pinning." Lexa grumbled with another roll of her eyes.

"Then what were you doing just now? Staring out the window thinking? Bet you're train picked up Clarke on the way to where eversville." Anya grinned at Lexa's blushing face. Lexa huffed and turned back around towards the window. Lexa frowned when she did.

"Clarke?" She said to herself as she saw two people outside by the street; a golden haired girl and a brunette boy.

"Yeah, Clarke. The girl you were and are still pining over apparently." Anya said in a 'no duh' tone.

"No, no. I mean I think that's Clarke out there." Lexa said, leaning closer to see out of the foggy window.

"Dear lord you really are hooked to this girl-" Lexa heard shuffling from her bed as Anya got up. "-so delusional that you think she's-" Anya stopped as she too looked out the window. "Is that her?" She asked with a frown. She had only seen a picture or two from Lexa's phone. (Though if you asked to see them Lexa would deny and deny that she had any.)

"I'm not sure..." Lexa replied as she watched. The blonde seemed to be on less than sturdy legs because she tried to take a step forward and stumbled. The dark headed boy pulled the blonde closer to him, hooking an arm around her. It looked like the boy was taking almost all of her weight.