The Bold Move
It had been a few days since Lexa had last seen Clarke, but that didn’t mean she was thinking about her any less. It seemed as if the world had grown tired of her distant pining and had decided just to thrust images and reminders of Clarke in her path.
Like right now. Lexa was walking to the library when a flash of familiar looking blonde hair darted past her peripheral. Her heart sped up a fraction at the possibility that she was going to run into Clarke on the beautiful autumn day spontaneously, but her hope was crushed when the woman in front of her turned down the path, and Lexa caught her profile. Definitely not Clarke.
Lexa sighed and grasped the strap of her messenger bag, determined to hunker down and get to the library as quickly as possible. She cut the usual fifteen-minute walk nearly in half, but when she reached the steps to the library, she slowed to a tortoise’s pace.
A gorgeous figure sat on the far end of the steps, leaning back on her hands, head tilted up absorbing the fall sun. Her blonde hair glowed in the afternoon light making Clarke look like a goddess of the harvest.
Lexa actually shook her head and scoffed at herself, because even she was getting tired of all these overly melodramatic descriptions. And she decided that enough was enough.
Lexa marched right over to the far end of the steps, and Clarke turned towards her approach. “Hey, Lexa!”
Lexa sat down on the brick step, ignoring Clarke’s inquisitive little smile, and the way it sent her butterflies fluttering and squared her shoulders.
“Clarke.”
“Oh, am I in trouble? You’ve got your commander face on.”
“What?” Lexa gasped, truly taken aback. “No, I’m not going to scold you. Why would I do that?” Clarke just shrugged, so Lexa pressed on. “I just need to tell you something.”
“Okay…”
Lexa took a deep breath, closed her eyes to gather her courage, a let out a very rushed confession. “I like you.”
“Aww,” Clarke beamed. She wrapped one arm around Lexa’s shoulder and pulled her into a little side hug. “I like you too.”
“No,” Lexa turned in Clarke’s embrace, and Clarke dropped her arm immediately at the intensity of Lexa’s gaze. “I really like you. I have for a while, and I’m not sure how you feel, but I just had to tell you.”
“Oh, I know,” Clarke smiled. She gave a half shrug and a little chuckle as if Lexa merely recited what was for lunch in the cafeteria. “You look at me like I’ve hung the stars in the sky.”
“I…”
Clarke thankfully interrupted Lexa’s painful lack of words. “And I’m surprised you can’t tell that I look at you like you’ve hung the moon.”
It took approximately three seconds for Clarke’s words to sink in, but when they did, Lexa was pretty sure her burning smile could power the campus’ entire solar farm.
