Octavia tentatively opens the door to the art room.
"We're – um – we're gonna go now. Finn kicked us out, kind of. We needed to get ready for the night out anyway."
Clarke looks up from her drawing (fire, fire, blue fire), to watch her friend intently.
O's tiptoed in; she knows she's trespassing. Necessary, but trespassing nonetheless. Her eyes clock Lexa, how close in proximity the two best friends have become, and lower.
"Bell's saying we should meet at our house at 7. You guys are welcome to come, if you want. We really hope you do."
"And Finn?" Lexa's tone is sharp.
"Not coming." Unsurprisingly defiant. It's what Clarke loves about her. "He disinvited himself, annoyingly, before we could disinvite him."
That makes Clarke smirk. "Good," she nods. Turning her head to Lexa, she announces, "We should go."
Octavia grins. "That's my girl. Knew you'd come round." The raven-haired girl clears her throat. "For the record, the party was great. Before that, obviously. But it was fun. We should meet up more; I missed you two and your... unique telepathy. Life's just never the same without you all, you know?"
Yeah, Clarke agrees. She knows that well.
Octavia leaves them with theirpromise of both having calmed down enough to go out to drink tonight. If shesees Clarke reaching out for Lexa's hand, she says nothing.
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FanfictionShe thinks of her readings at school; the words and stories she grew up with. Finn is no virtuous Othello: jealousy makes a fool of the noblest man, but Finn was just a fool for thinking Clarke's heart could still have room for him. Maybe Clarke was...
