Clexa. Why Are You Waving At Me?

Chapter 10: The Pink and White Flower Print Dress

Sorry about any SPAG mistakes coming up.

Clarke's POV

I get pushed into the therapy room by my mother, not just physically but also by her harsh and jarring words. I have it once a month, except last month I missed it due to being on holiday so I had two sessions this month. Which you can probably tell was a great delight.

Ever since my father died in his accident therapy has really helped me. At first I was really reluctant to open up about my feeling towards my fathers death. I was very cold towards my mother and my therapist help me to over come that.

Although my mother is hard to get along with I do love her. And that's what got me through my fathers death. Love. Not just for my mom but also for my then boyfriend Finn.

Finn was very handsome, he had hair that was wildly over grown that clicked out in a small curl towards his shoulders. His eyes were so soft and he yearned for peace. And not just within himself but for others too.

But one day something inside of him just snapped, like a demon had possessed him. He ran away from home after an argument erupted between him and his alcoholic mother.

After 3 weeks of Finn being missing it turned out that Finn had robbed his mother, his two older sisters and ran away. He was arrested in connection with mass shooting at a homeless shelter for the old and innocent. He was charged with murder and theft but he never went to his sentencing. Nobody knows what happened to him or where he was. We don't even know if he's alive.

My therapist, Dr Rollins (PLL ;) ) helped me realise I had to move on from the pain of the past and carry on with my life, using that pain to do good things. Love want weakness it was hope.

My mum collected me after my session with Dr Rollins, which was very out of the ordinary. She drove me home in dead silence. Not a single word or sound escaped her lips.

As we got to the drive way she chose to break the silence.
"Who was that girl?" She asks, no emotion in her voice. The notice a constant tone.

"Oh so you remember what happened earlier then!" I answer with a snarky bite to my words. She refused to talk about it when she picked me up from the therapy room. And then refused again in the lift down to the reception. And then again walking to the car.

"Yes. Answer my question."

"Shes a girl from school. She's new." I try to keep details brief but give up enough information that she doesn't ask any other questions.

But I know my mum way to well to know that her dropping the subject is almost impossible.

"Are you two close?" I knew she couldn't just drop it there.
"No mum. We have spoken a little but only about school." I know lying is bad but my mum doesn't need to know that me and Lexa talk all the time.

Well to be honest I do most of the physical talking when we are face to face. Lexa always nods or make a notice that tells me to carry on. Or she will smirk at my jokes. Or her lip quivers at the side when she's amused.

When we text she is much more confident. Always making jokes and being sarcastic with me. It's lovely. I suppose when she gets more comfortable she'll be like that in person. Well i hope she will be anyway.

I snap out of my thoughts to my mum still ranting.
"Do you understand me Clarke?" Is all I hear. I look at her with slightly dazed and confused face.
"You need to stay away from that girl. There's something odd about her." Is all my mum says as she gets up out of the car.

What does she mean stay away! There is no way I'm staying away from Lexa. She's the new sunshine in my life, the new happiness, the new beginning after my dad and Finn.

Mine and Lexa's friendship, our connection is to strong for me to ignore. There's no way I was going to ignore it.

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I walk into my house with my mom and head straight to my bed room. I throw my denim over cover jacket onto the floor and kick my shoes off into the wall.

I take my phone out of my back pocket of my trousers and flop onto my bed. I toss and turn for a few minutes until I find a comfortable position. Basically moving until I cover as much of the bed as I possibly can.

I think over the events of the day, my concern for Lexa growing. I worry that she is embarrassed or scared that I saw her like that. I saw her vulnerable and exposed, her soul looking into mine as we stared at each other for a few seconds.

I don't know why my first reaction was to walk up to her, if it was anybody else I would of carried on walking away. But something in the way she looked at me made me stay. I felt a need to comfort her, a need to tell her everything was okay.

I snap out from my thoughts with my mum walking into my room.
"I have to go to work, I'll be back at 8." She explains.
"Fine." Is all I say in return.
"Don't be like that Clarke!" My mum hisses as she walks out my room. As she walks down the stairs I hear a quite "Bye. " and then the front door slamming closed.
"Bye Abby." I half whisper with a sigh.

I open up the messenger app on my phone and bring up Lexa's name. After a few minutes of typing out a message, deleting the message and then retyping it I settle on a message to send Lexa.

Hey Lex, I hope you are okay? I know that's a stupid question to ask but I'm generally asking because I care. If you still want to you can come around mine you can. I swear no serious stuff, maybe a movie or we could work on our project a bit.
It's up to you. Just drop me a text whenever :)
Just remember we are the Jedi, we can basically get through anything. Xx

I hesitate about the 'xx' on the end of my message before sending it. I decide to send the message and hearths familiar sound of my phones beep that tells me it has been delivered.

After 10 minutes of waiting for my phone to ping with a message I get impatient and get up from my bed. I head towards my door, planning to go to the kitchen when my phone pings.

I practically jump onto my bed and grab my phone.

I'll be there in twenty :)xx

I smile so big that my face begins to hurt. I look around my room and realise what a bomb site it is. I frantically throw things into my closet and under my bed, trying to hide any evidence of my disfunction and lack of organisation. Other than my art work that is all over my desk my room looks semi decent.

I then look down at my out fit realising it doesn't do me any favours so I pull of my jeans and baggy t shirt and throw them into my washing basket. I then hurtle myself around my room looking for my new pink and white flower print dress. I don't know why this dress is the one I must wear but according to my brain right now it's the only thing i can wear.

After 5 minutes of searing in my room I remember that I put it in the washing earlier that week. I run down the hall way and down the stairs and head to the clean washing pile. As I'm about to pull every piece of clothing off the pile the door bell rings.

I carry on going through the pile when I hear a knock at the door. I do a small jog towards the door and open it fully revealing A girl facing away from me towards the road.

The girl turns around and looks at me with a shocked expression. As I realise it's Lexa I wonder why she is just staring at me with a weird expression. Her beautiful green eyes wide, her jaw slightly dropped and her checks turning a soft rose colour.

I look at Lexa in confusion until a small breeze passes across my drive way. It's not even cold out so why was the wind so cold.

And then it hits me.

I didn't find my dress yet.

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