Kiss me, Not

The Confession

It was a roller coaster ride to be honest, Clarke never intended to get her foot stuck in a brace. More so with a certain girl 'discreetly' watching her every move.

"Lexa!"

A brunette with disheveled hair in a robe with a tooth brush stowed in her mouth came running, hovering over her in seconds.

"What? What is it, Clarke?!"

She couldn't help but giggle at her appearance. Then it dawned on Lexa that yet again, Clarke was being mean to her.

She huffed, "I swear to God, Clarke if you do that one more time I will personally break your other foot. So you better sleep with one eyes open tonight."

Clarke leaned back on her bed and laughed loudly as Lexa left her room mumbling to herself.

"Love you!"

She couldn't help it and a reply echoed across the hallway.

"Fuck you!"

Yupp, things are getting back to normal.

With a wide grin, she heaved out of bed and got ready for school. She had missed a couple of days of classes and her professors were beating her ass for reports and attendance, and being on a brace wasn't helping her at all. She have to wake up an hour early because getting around her room was taking a lot of her time. It was frustrating.

"Griffin! Get your ass down here! We're going to be late!"

Clarke rolled her eyes and shouldered her bag, carefully taking the steps one by one. With two left feet and a braced leg, it was a recipe for disaster. Lexa came out of the dining area and looked up to her exasperatedly.

"Hurry up!"

"I'm doing the best I can! Jeez! What got you all peeved about?"

Finally landing on the last step with a sigh.

"Oh I don't know. Maybe because somebody made a practical joke early in the morning."

She laughed again gripping on the banister for support. Lexa glared at her and walked off towards the door.

"Hey!" lifting her leg with a pant.

Once they're out in the street, Clarke shouldered Lexa, "I was just joking."

"It's not funny, Clarke."

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry."

Clarke smiled apologetically and fell into a comfortable silence. Her smile grew wider when the girl's lips twitched, she knew what it means but when she was about to open her mouth her stomach made a loud growling sound. It wasn't even once but several long grunting sound. Clarke turned tomato.

Lexa dropped her gaze onto her, mocking.

"Somebody's complaining."

Clarke pouted patting her hungry stomach, "I didn't get to eat breakfast."

"You move like a slug."

The blonde sulked and crossed her arms on her tummy. From time to time begging it to quiet down.

"Here."

"What's that?"

"Why, I don't know, Clarke. It looks like some kind of alien piece of bread with disgusting gooey cheese and ham smacked in it." Lexa shrugged, waiting for Clarke who willingly grabbed it and took a bite with a flitting moan.

"My favorite!"

I know, Lexa thought. Rolling her eyes they boarded the bus and walked on an empty seat right at the back. Lexa stood by it and Clarke was perplexed.