The Failed Attempt
Lexa carefully tossed the wrapped gift on her couch before sprinting towards her class. She arrived with a few minutes to spare and settled into her usual seat. The lecture was riveting, and before she knew it, the hour was almost up. With about ten minutes left of class, Lexa felt her pocket vibrate, startling her right out of her seat. The professor didn’t seem to notice, but Lexa had to give a threatening glare to a freshman seated to her left. The poor teenager shrunk into her seat and trained her eyes back on the professor.
Lexa didn’t bother checking her phone. Class was almost over, but when the reminder buzz came through, Lexa couldn’t help her curiosity. She pulled the phone out and doing her best to hide it in her lap, unlocked the screen.
Unknown Number:
Do you have the notebook with you?
Unknown Number:
A friend. Answer the question, please!
Unknown Number:
Nvm
Lexa Woods:
Who is this?
Lexa Woods:
What notebook?
Lexa furrowed her eyebrows before stuffing her phone back in her bag. She glanced up just as the professor was dismissing the class and began to gather her things as quickly as possible. Her mind was alight with the unusual text messages and the random gift currently sitting on her couch at home.
Lexa rushed out from class in a frenzy and didn’t even turn a second glance towards that guy as he called out her name. She made it home in record time and tore open the gift with a fiery fury. She tossed the crumpled ball of paper off to the side and ran her thumb along supple leather. Lexa flipped the book over, gasping as the multitude of colors assaulted her eyes. She was holding her very own rainbow-colored notebook.
Lexa let out a bark of laughter as she shook her head. Clarke was something else.
Her laughter caught in her throat as the pieces quickly fell into place. The notebook. The cryptic texts from an unknown number. Plan B. Clarke was trying to enact Plan B, and Lexa in all her self-righteous glory had foiled her beautiful, thoughtful, far-fetched plan.
Not sparing a moment more to dwell on failed attempts, Lexa grabbed her keys and took off on the now familiar path towards Clarke’s dorm. She didn’t slow at all until she was knocking tentatively on Clarke’s door.
In the approximately fifteen seconds it took Clarke to reach the door, Lexa had just gone through every single scenario that could possibly occur when she finally saw Clarke, from her slamming the door in her face to her jumping into her arms. However, all that flew out the window when she caught sight of Clarke standing in the doorway with a startled expression and wearing the most adorable unicorn sweater she had ever seen.
Lexa let her heart lead, and before Clarke could even express a word of greeting, Lexa had tangled her hand in Clarke’s wavy hair and pulled her into, what she considered to be, a perfect first kiss.
