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

Black Out

Lexa walked down the hallway of the school, on her way to her first class. She glanced down at her phone for what seemed like the millionth time that morning. No new messages. She sighed, again. She was hoping Clarke would have texted her by now. She had texted the blonde earlier that morning telling her to text her when she got to school. It had been a few days after Clarke's whole breakdown,they had been texting and talking more, and they had started to meet up before school started so they could walk to class together. So far; nothing. Lexa walked into the classroom and took her normal seat and waited for the blonde to arrive.

The minutes passed and soon it was just a handle of minutes left before the bell would ring. Clarke still hadn't arrived. Lexa bit her lip, looking at her phone again. Lexa wanted to text her, to ask where she was, but if it was her mother holding her up then she didn't want to get the girl in trouble. Lexa shook her head and typed out a message.

Lexa: Hey...where are you??

Her thumb hoved over the send button, debating on whether to send it or not, when a flash of blonde caught her attention. Clarke rushed into the room and took her seat right as the bell rang. Lexa put her phone away and watched Clarke for a moment.

"Everything alright?" She asked.

"Yeah, sorry...I just had a bit of trouble this morning.." Clarke replied with a shrug, not looking at Lexa directly. Lexa frowned for a moment, glancing over Clarke for injuries. She wanted to question Clarke further, but the teacher started the lecture. She sighed and turned to face forward, hopefully she'll be able to talk to her later.

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Clarke was putting in her combination into her locker when they arrived. They meaning Cage and his lackeys; Tsing and Emerson.

"Hey Clarkey." Cage sneered in greeting. Clarke tensed up but ignored them. It wasn't until her locker was slammed shut, almost taking her hand off as well, that she acknowledged them.

"Hey!" Clarke snapped and turned towards her bullies, eyes blazing.

"Finally got your attention?" Cage grinned.

"What do you want?" Clarke asked through gritted teeth.

"Oh nothing really," Cage said, leaning against the locker next to her. "just wanting to know how Lexa is in bed."

"Wh-what?!" Clarke sputtered.

"Oh come on Princess." Emerson said with a roll of his eyes. "Everyone knows how much of a sex addict you are."

"Yeah," Tsing piped in. "You have her hooked around your finger, or should I say fingers."

"I..I didn't..Lexa and I have never..." Clarke said, face red, partially from embarrassment and partially from anger.

"No need to lie Princess." Cage whispered, making Clarke tense as she realized how close to her he actually was. "Your secret it safe with us...and the rest of the school." He laughed.

That's it! Clarke thought before everything went black.

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"Clarke."

"Clarke!"

For a few moments it seemed like the world shut off for Clarke. She couldn't hear, couldn't see, couldn't speak. couldn't feel. Only for a few minutes was everything quiet. Too quiet. Her vision came back first. She could see the blonde on the floor, on her hands. Then her feeling; she could feel the ache in her hands and face. She felt strong arms wrap around her; could feel herself getting lifted off of the floor.