The Lobster Fact
Lexa let out a sigh of relief as she tossed her duffle on her queen bed, the duvet crinkling in on itself with the weight of the bag. Road trips were always exhausting. Two games in less than two days, with nearly sixteen hours of travel, on a bus, with obnoxiously loud soccer players who inevitably wouldn’t shut up after upsetting the number one, ranked team in the conference.
Lexa was tempted just to wrap herself under the most inviting blankets and sleep until her alarm would wake her at 5:45 the next morning. However, the thought of having to unpack in the morning when the sun hadn’t even risen yet was horrible enough for her to grit her teeth in determination and unzip her bag.
Lexa had just meticulously placed her toothbrush back in its designated cup when she heard the bing of a text message. Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
(Swipe to read their text convo)
No one ever texted her this late.
Her confusion instantly morphed into wonder when she picked up her phone.
Lexa gaped at her phone. Clarke, her crush for the past three years, exquisite soccer player, kind and funny and charming and well out of Lexa’s league, asked her on a date.
As far as she could tell, Lexa had two options. She could accept the date with the woman of her dreams and explore what could possibly be the best thing that had ever happened to her. Clarke Griffin could be worth the distraction, even when she was so close to graduating. Or she could politely decline. She only had one proper conversation with Clarke over the past three years, and that occurred not two days ago. Things were moving very quickly. Maybe too quickly…
