The Divide

Chapter IV

                    The morning was of a rare sort.  A morning at the edge of fall still holding on to the last grasps of summer. Fog hung around low to the ground and drops of dew clung to Clarke's window as she struggled away from sleep. She opened her eyes and felt completely unrefreshed. She only could of had a few fleeting moments of sleep in between her annoying thoughts. When she started with Bellamy, things were so good, like a dream. . . but something had changed. Her phone buzzed and she jumped. Groggily, she reached for it.

                     "Do u have the English hw?" The text from Octavia read. Clarke groaned. She hadn't done it.

                     "No, I forgot about it." She replied. This was becoming an growing problem. She'd been so distracted by Bellamy and her friends that homework hadn't really been on her mind lately.

                      Looking at the clock, she decided that she had enough time to visit him. It was usually the other way around, and Clarke felt that she owed him at least one morning visit. Plus, Lexa would probably kill him if he came to her again. Putting on jeans and a jacket, she hurried out the door and across campus.

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

                      Judging by the silence, most of the boys in the boys' dorm had not awoken yet. Occasionally you could hear a running faucet or quiet steps, but no yelling, talking, or general shenanigans were present. But, there was one set of foot steps louder than the other. Finn walked down the opposite end of the hallway towards Clarke.

                      "'Morning." He muttered, without his usual mischievous tone. Clarke rolled her eyes.

                      "I was trying to be nice." He said. Clarke felt embarrassed and a little guilty. "I know you don't particularly like me, Clarke, but you don't have to hate me."

                      Clarke, unsure of what to say, walked away, towards Bellamy's room. Softly, she knocked on the door. Almost immediately, Bellamy answered.

                      Her face turned totally and completely red when she realized he only slept in his boxers.

                     "Is this a bad time?" She asked.

                     "Give me a second to put some pants on." He said, slightly shy and uncomfortable. Clarke closed her eyes as he dressed himself.

                     "Is this how you usually answer the door?" She said.

                     "Sometimes." He replied. Clarke laughed uncomfortably. "You can come in now."

                     Clarke opened her eyes and walked into a surprisingly immaculate room. Posters of famous rugby players hung above his perfectly organized desk, which was thoughtfully stacked with different books and notebooks. The only thing that was not out of an Ikea catalog was his unmade bed, but he quickly took care of that, too.

                      "You make me look like a total slob." She said in amazement. Bellamy smiled and slid his hands around her waist.

                      "But you are a very, very  cute slob." He muttered in that sexy, morning guy voice and kissed her slowly. Ah, shit, I probably have morning breath. Clarke thought, but she decided she didn't care. Bellamy guided her towards the bed, their lips still intertwined. She laid down and laughed as he embraced her even more.

                      "If you guys are gonna make-out you might as well close the door. Disgusting." A tall, muscular, very handsome boy that Clarke knew as Lincoln practically yelled and slammed the door. Soon, different boys shouted from down the hall.

                      "Shit, shit, shit. Mr. Kane, our DA, definitely heard that.' Bellamy panicked. Sure enough, they heard him yell down the hall.

                      "What are we going to do?" Clarke whispered harshly. Bellamy looked towards the window as Kane's footsteps grew closer and closer.

                      "It's the first floor." He suggested. Clarke nodded and ran towards it, unlocking it swiftly and putting her legs outside. Her feet were a foot off the ground, but she could make it.

                      "What a mood kill. Meet me for lunch." She said.

                      "Forget about lunch, run!" He replied. Clarke jumped out and hit the ground running, just when Kane opened Bellamy's door. She could hear him yelling as Bellamy tried to explain himself. But, not for long, as her distance from the window grew.

                      In her typical, clumsy way, Clarke's face met the earth as her heels flew over her head. Groaning, she sat up, rubbing her temples. Opening her eyes, she saw someone familiar.

                    "Clarke?" Lexa laughed softly. Her hair fell messily around her shoulders, and her eyeliner had not yet been applied.

                    "Please, enlighten me, why were you just lying  on the ground?" Clarke complained.

                    "I come out here to do yoga." Lexa shrugged. Clarke noticed the mat. "Got a problem with it?" Clarke shook her head. Clarke crossed her legs and they both sat, looking at each other for a short moment. A short moment that lasted decades in Clarke's mind, and she hoped it was the same for Lexa.

                    Bellamy was nice and soft, safe like a blanket. He was a safety net. But Lexa, Lexa gave Clarke butterflies for hours and was as exciting as a trapeze above a safety net. Still, she managed to give Clarke the same warmness whenever she though of her.

                   "Are you just not going to explain why you were running like a maniac through campus at seven in the morning?" Lexa asked. Clarke didn't quite know what to say. If she said she was in Bellamy's room, Lexa might still report them. But, maybe she wouldn't care. Clarke couldn't risk it.

                   "I, uh, I like to run." Clarke explained.

                   "Not incredibly well. You have the form of a hunchback with spaghetti for legs." Lexa smirked.

                  "Hey!" Clarke protested.

                  "Anyway, you've got quite a bit of dirt on your face." Lexa said. Clarke laughed. "Let me get it."

                  Lexa lifted part of the bottom of her shirt with her hand, exposing light, olive skin. Clarke tried not to smile like a giant idiot as she softly touched Clarke's face, removing the dirt. Time stretched. Finally, Lexa pulled back.

                   "There you go. Don't you have a class or something? Or breakfast? Or that stupid boyfriend?" Lexa said. Clarke frowned knowing that she was so quick to get rid of her.

                    "Yeah, I guess I'll see you around then." Clarke said as Lexa returned to a downward dog position.

                     "I'd like that." Lexa mumbled just enough so that Clarke could hear her. Just like that, Clarke's heart shot up like a firework.