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“Look, all I’m saying is that it would make a great senior prank!”
“Raven, we literally just finished with midterms. Don’t you want to rest before you start your planning?”
“Oh my dear Clarke. My darling best friend. My sweet cupcake.” Raven swung her arm around the blonde’s shoulder, pulling her close. “It is never too early for planning our legacy.”
Clarke shook her head out how ridiculous her friend sounded.
The two were at Clarke’s locker as she finished cleaning out the rest of random papers and unfinished sketches. She never knew how disorganized she was until she actually had to do something about it.
Clarke had transferred to Arker High School in Los Angeles at the beginning of the school year. She had been extremely reluctant to leave Washington D.C. especially as she was right about to start her senior year, but her mom got a great promotion from the local hospital to be Chief Surgeon. So they moved cross-country and here she is now.
Luckily, the first day, she met her now best friend, Raven Reyes. Clarke had gotten lost trying to find her first class when she stumbled into an auto shop class bumping into someone as she opened the door.
She looked up and there was Raven with a smirk, “Got your head in the clouds, Sky Princess?”
After that, Raven had introduced her to her group of friends, meeting Jasper, Monty, and Octavia. Through Octavia, she met her brother, Bellamy, who had just started college. They had accepted her instantly. And now after four and a half months, they were all a close-knit family.
Raven continued on, explaining how legendary the second half of their senior year was going to be. Parties, trips, pranks, more parties. Senioritis had smacked her right in the face.
She closed the locker with a satisfying slam and threw the unimportant papers away, never wanting to look at them again.
Ten minutes ago, the final bell rang, signaling the end of their first semester as seniors and the beginning of winter break. When people told her that college applications and filling out form after form would be the most stressful part of the year, they weren’t joking. But luckily, she managed to finish the semester strong, her grades high and several extracurricular activities under her belt.
Her art portfolio was solid, filled with projects, showing off her different skills. She had drawn and painted so much her hands felt like they were going to fall off.
They walked down the hallway, passing several friends clearing out their own lockers. Jasper and Monty looked like they were playing an extreme game of trash basketball. Though the duo were only juniors, they sure as hell acted like they were graduating in the next few months.
They both jolted to a stop when one of the classroom doors opened suddenly, revealing Clarke’s AP Art teacher, Mr. Roman. The elderly man was dressed up with a smock covering his clothes and what looked like charcoal all over him.
“Clarke! Just the person I was looking for!”
Raven let out a small groan at being held up. Clarke smacked her on the shoulder.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Roman?”
Mr. Roman had taken Clarke under his wing when she arrived, helping her improve her art and constantly challenging her. Though she was in his AP Art class, he was always giving her extra assignments, recommendations, and advice, which she gladly accepted.
“Well, as you know, I was very impressed with your art piece for the winter showcase!”
“Thank you sir. I made sure to put a lot of effort into it.”
And she had. She submitted a painting she spent most of her free time working on and felt extremely proud of. Clarke had been missing her old home, the snow and cold feeling against her cheeks. Unfortunately, there was absolutely no snow in L.A. Since it was the winter showcase, she was influenced by the winters in D.C. Winters she probably wouldn’t experience for a long time.
“I have an assignment for you.”
Clarke eyes widened. “Yeah? Alright.”
He clasped his hands together. “I’ve noticed, Clarke, that your art has been missing something lately.”
Ouch. Clarke frowned at the suggestion.
“It’s not a technical area!”
“Then what am I missing?”
The older man opened his mouth, trying to find the words. “Heart, for lack of a better word.”
Raven raised an eyebrow at the teacher.
“Heart?” Clarke let the word fall out of her mouth slowly.
“I am always blow away by your talent, Ms. Griffin. But it’s not just the surface that I am interested in. What’s something that makes your heart race? What is something you love that overcomes you, your very being?”
He tapped his chest, right over his heart.
“Well, um. I’ve made several art pieces with the concept of love.”
“Yes, I know. But they were still missing that one thing. So that is your assignment! Find a muse that truly expresses that element of heart. I want it ingrained in the piece.”
Mr. Roman clapped her on the shoulder. “I want it done for your last art piece, right before graduation. That will give you plenty of time. Now then! Have a wonderful break, you two!”
He waved a small goodbye, and then reentered his classroom.
Raven turned to Clarke, an amused expression on her face. “Sucks for you.”
“Shut up. It’s not that bad. Besides, I have months to finish it.”
“Yeah, but what about the luuurve part?”
“I’m not going to worry about that either. At least not during break.”
Raven clapped her hands together.
“Alright, well how does a party at mine sound? Kicking off winter break right!” Raven playfully poked her shoulder, showing off her trademark grin.
Clarke rolled her eyes, “Are you sure you want mess up your house right at the start of vacation?”
“C’mon Griffin, who cares? Let your hair down! Besides, my mom is gone for the week.” She continued poking her shoulder. “I’m not gonna stop until you say yes.”
Clarke rolled her eyes and looked back to Raven.
“Ah! Okay, okay!”
Raven fist pumped the air and wrapped her arms around her best friend and squeezed.
“I’m telling you, Clarke. Today’s the day for something great! The start of our legacy! And who knows, maybe you’ll find your muse. Maybe someone with an L for a name?”
Clarke blushed, shoving her friend at the mention. “You’re a dumbass.”
“Yeah, but you love me anyway!”
Together they walked out the end of the hallway and out the doors.
--
Lexa tightened the grip on her bat, anticipating the next pitch.
She squinted her eyes, trying to block out the sun, and focus on the ball. Letting out a shaky breath, she waited. As soon as she saw the ball leave Octavia’s hand, she lifted her left leg and swung.
A loud crack of the bat echoed throughout the field as the ball flew into the air. Lexa watched from home plate as another ball fell deep into centerfield on the grass.
“Well that makes about twenty possible triples in about…fifteen minutes,” Octavia pointed out, taking off her hat and wiping the sweat from her forehead.
Lexa ignored the comment and took a couple of practice swings. Her arms were starting to burn from the constant force, but she didn’t care.
“Lexa, c’mon. Break started about half an hour ago and you already want to practice? Training starts after New Years anyways.”
Again, Lexa ignored her friend’s comment.
The two teammates had actually known each other since Lexa was ten years old and Octavia, nine. Both were signed up to the same little league team and the friendship was instantaneous. During one practice, ten-year-old Lexa had commented on Octavia’s weird swing from her position on first base. To which Octavia had picked up a ball and threw it right at Lexa’s stomach, full force. Lexa had the wind knocked out of her and went down. The coach sat them both on the bench to apologize. Neither backed down. But it was Lexa who broke the silence first.
“Nice throw.” Lexa mumbled under her breath, playing with her glove.
“What?”
“I said you have a nice throw.” She said louder.
“Oh. Thanks.” Octavia stared straight ahead, watching their team practice.
“Watching you catch the ball with your stomach was funny.”
Lexa turned her neck to face the girl. And smiled.
After the coach saw the throw she made at Lexa- which he did not condone- he decided to work with Octavia to help develop her pitch.
Now, here they were, seven years later. And their friendship strong.
Lexa made varsity on Arker High School’s baseball team her freshman year. She was her team’s cleanup hitter and catcher. You need power and strength to hit the farthest to clear off the bases. After years of pushing herself harder than anyone, training off season, joining leagues, she felt proud when she made captain junior year.
Octavia was their starting pitcher, making the varsity team during her own freshman year and in Lexa’s sophomore. Lexa welcomed her proudly.
A pitcher and a catcher needed to be in sync, knowing the other’s movements and signs. After seven years- memorizing hand signs and pitches, and multiple throws to Lexa’s mask and hits to Octavia’s stomach, the pair had developed a bond that Lexa rarely had with someone. The two grew up together, both as friends and teammates. They had a mutual respect for each other. Lexa trusted Octavia with everything and vice versa. Octavia looked up to Lexa, always learning from her.
So, of course, Lexa felt fully prepared to lead her team, the Grounders, to a state championship a few months ago. However plans don’t last very long in the most important game of the season.
“I get that you’re still pissed and ready to take the world on. Hell, don’t you think we all are? Especially after Costia.”
Lexa looked down at the ground.
“Do you have anywhere else to be at the moment?”
“Nah, you need me here Cap. And besides, I already told Bellamy that you were giving me a ride.”
Lexa lifted the bat and took her stance. “Good. Then pitch the next ball.”
Octavia let out a sigh, putting her hat back on. She grabbed another baseball from the rack on the side of the pitcher’s mound and twisted it in her glove.
Lexa was ready, her knees bent, and arms still. She watched as Octavia took her own position. And she let the ball go.
She could see it coming. Perfectly centered, right in the strike zone. The ball morphed into the one face she has loathed since freshman year. The cause of their loss last season. The cause of her own loss. She could almost see the smirk.
Lexa swung, hitting the ball just right with her bat. She could feel the vibrations run through her arm. Another satisfying crack rang out. She swears she could never be tired of that sound.
Octavia whistled. “And that makes twenty one.”
Lexa smiled; one more good hit. But her smile fell as she and Octavia followed the ball, realizing where it was heading. Two girls were walking through centerfield, completely unaware of what was coming.
Octavia let her mitt fall. “Shit.”
Lexa immediately yelled out, dropping her bat. “Watch out! Hey!”
--
“So Bellamy texted me and he’s gonna be like twenty minutes late.”
“Gotcha. Is Octavia coming with us?”
Clarke shook her head. “No, she said she was gonna meet up with us later.”
Clarke and Raven descended the steps onto the baseball field, knowing that it’s the fastest route to the school’s parking lot.
“Can you text Bellamy about the party. He has the most passable fake I.D. so he’s in charge of booze.”
While Octavia’s older brother was in college, he was still only twenty. But luckily, he knew the right people for the most real I.Ds, which they were all extremely thankful for.
As they stepped on the grass, Clarke was still on her phone, texting Bellamy about Raven’s party idea.
“Hey Clarke, watch your step. There’s a lot of baseballs lying around for some stupid reason.”
Clarke murmured a small ‘kay before returning to her message. She trusted Raven enough to lead her around the balls. Or at least to not push her into a hole. The last thing she needed right now was a sprained ankle.
They were half way through the outskirts of the baseball field when off in the distance a sharp crack followed by what sounded like a yell rang out.
Clarke looked up from her phone to Raven who was trying to find the source of the yelling.
“Did you hear-
Before Clarke could finish her question, something hard smacked her against the head. She saw stars behind her eyelids.
Then darkness and the feeling of grass.
--
“Fuck!”
As soon as they saw the girl drop, Lexa and Octavia sprinted towards centerfield.
“She’s dead. Fuck, Lexa, you killed her. And I’m an accomplice! Expulsion! Our careers are over!” Octavia ranted on as they ran across the field to the girls.
“Be quiet, Octavia!”
Raven was kneeling beside Clarke who started trying to sit up. She removed her backpack, which was suddenly a lot heavier.
“Clarke! Hey, careful.”
Clarke felt the top of her forehead pounding. She could already feel the bump starting to form. Her ears were starting to ring. The signs of a small concussion were showing up. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting the sun to blind her.
Reaching her first, Lexa dropped to her knees next to the blonde. “I am so sorry! I didn’t expect any other students to be on the field afterschool.”
Clarke groaned as she felt another wave of dizziness come over her. “What hit me?”
“A baseball.” Lexa explained.
“What the fuck is your problem? You almost killed my friend!”
Raven took her eyes off of Clarke and glared at the girl kneeling next to them. Her eyes widened at who it was. “Lexa.”
When Octavia finally caught up, she let out a small laugh from behind Lexa. “Holy shit, Clarke! I thought you were dead!”
“Funny, Octavia.” Raven put her hand on Clarke’s back so she wouldn’t fall back down. “At least your backpack broke your fall.”
Lexa scanned Clarke for any other signs of pain. “Can you open your eyes for me?”
When Clarke finally opened her eyes, her breath caught in her throat. Looking straight at her were the greenest eyes she’d ever seen. They were wide and filled with concern, but had a small sparkle. The sun was directly behind the baseball player, casting a golden ring of light around her head. Lexa Woods.
She had never been more than twenty feet of Lexa and now here she was, inches away from her face.
“Yeah.” Clarke struggled to get just that word out of her mouth.
“It’s possible you have a concussion. Do you feel nauseous at all?” Lexa brought her hand to Clarke’s face, gently touching the bump.
Clarke couldn’t tell if it was the possible concussion or the butterflies in her stomach making her feel like throwing up. Maybe both.
“Um, no?”
“Alright, well Clarke is concussed.” Raven concluded. Together with Lexa, they helped Clarke off the ground.
“Clarke was it?”
The blonde swayed a bit before standing still. “Yeah.”
“I apologize, Clarke. I was hitting baseballs with Octavia and didn’t see anyone in the crossfire.”
Twice now, Lexa had said her name. And she already knew she could never get tired of hearing it.
“Yeah. I mean, who knew Lexa would hit your ass of all people?” Octavia smirked at Raven.
Clarke sent a death glare at her two friends.
It was no secret to the two that Clarke had a small crush on the baseball captain since arriving at Arker High School. Lexa was in Clarke’s AP History class and had captured the blonde’s gaze instantly. Her brown hair cascading down her shoulders. Her soft but direct voice when she answered a question. Her entire speech about the fall of the Roman Empire. Yeah. Clarke paid excellent attention during that one class.
She learned, after being introduced to Octavia, that Lexa was the captain of the school’s baseball team and also one of Octavia’s closest friends. But the baseball captain was very closed off. While she hung out with Octavia a lot, she often avoided any situations that involved the group. So, Clarke has only crushed and admired from afar.
Until now.
Lexa turned her back to Clarke and Raven. “Octavia, maybe you should take Clarke to the nurse’s office?” She suggested.
“Su-“
Octavia looked behind her captain’s back to see Raven furiously pointing at Lexa and then made a motion of pulling Clarke. She repeated it, until Clarke swatted her away.
Octavia caught on.
“Actually Captain, you were the one who hit her in the head. So maybe you should pay your dues. And Coach is probably better for this.” Octavia tried her best to give Lexa the most serious look.
“True. You were the one who almost killed her,” Raven muttered.
From behind Lexa’s back, Raven gave Octavia a thumbs up. Clarke smacked her on the arm.
She harshly whispered, “What are you guys doing?”
“Pushing your muse in the right direction,” Raven whispered back.
Lexa adjusted her baseball cap and turned back to Clarke.
She barely knew this girl. But Octavia insisted.
“Very well. I think I should escort you to the athletic trainer, Clarke. If that’s all right with you. An injury like this should be taken seriously. But only if you are comfortable.”
Clarke nodded. She was thankful she could blame the blood rushing to her face on her head injury. Blushing. Not fun.
“Okay, that’s fine.”
“Let me just go get my things from home plate and I’ll take you over.”
Lexa jogged away from the three friends toward her stuff. Clarke quickly pocketed her phone.
As soon as she was away from earshot, Clarke turned to her friends. “I can’t believe you two!”
Octavia and Raven started laughing. Raven was actually clutching her stomach.
Octavia wiped small tears away from her eyes. “This is amazing! Clarke, you’ve been crushing on Lexa since you got here.”
“Exactly! How many times does a perfect moment like this happen? A little romance in the doctor’s office?”
Octavia smiled. “And maybe it’ll help. Lexa-“
“The cold Captain needs to open up a little.” Raven interrupted.
At that, Octavia frowned at her friend. “Hey, c’mon, Raven. You know the shit that went down last season. Have a little compassion.”
Clark looked at Octavia. “What happened last season?”
The junior was about to open her mouth when Raven nudged her. Lexa was jogging back, her bat packed and her bag on her shoulders.
Octavia quickly let out in a low voice, “The Ice Nation Glaciers are our rivals for a reason. And last season, they gave us the biggest reason of all.”
Lexa reached them a few seconds later. “Clarke. Are you alright to walk?”
“Yeah, I’m okay.”
“I can give Clarke a ride back home in case you have somewhere to be.”
Raven and Octavia looked at each other. “Yeah that’s actually great. Bellamy was here to pick Raven up anyway so I’ll just catch a ride with them.”
Lexa nodded and then bent down to pick up Clarke’s backpack.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that!” Clarke then tried to grab onto one of the straps.
“I insist. As Raven and Octavia pointed out, I did nearly cause your death. Carrying your bag is the least I can do.”
Clarke gave her a soft smile, “Thanks.”
“Well you look like you’re in good hands, so we’ll catch up with you later!”
Her two friends both gave her a thumbs up when Lexa turned her back to start walking towards the stairs to the school. Raven stuck her tongue between two of her fingers and then laughed.
Clarke flipped them her middle finger and walked to catch up to Lexa.
--
Lexa valued hard work to get to a goal. She constantly threw herself into practice after practice. Especially offseason, afterschool.
But instead of her practice session today, Lexa was in the athletic trainer’s office.
Lexa had seen this girl before. She was a new student at the beginning of the school year. And they had shared AP History together. She remembered the blonde constantly falling asleep during the lectures. Lexa often looked at the girl, especially when she was forced awake by their teacher slamming his book on his desk. She remembered the blonde blushing when she caught Lexa laughing along with the rest of the class at her interrupted nap. Octavia had mentioned befriending the new student before, but Lexa had never once spoken to her.
Now, she sat swinging her legs on one of the cushioned treatment tables as they waited for one of the trainers to come look at her head.
“Lexa Woods, right?”
Lexa looked up from her seat beside the table at the blonde. “Yes. And you’re Clarke.”
“Griffin.”
“Clarke Griffin.”
This was the most Clarke had ever spoken to the girl in an entire semester of class with her. And she kept saying her name.
“Yeah and just so you know, I normally don’t need this much looking after. My mother is a doctor so I was raised with a good clean bill of health and constant ‘Clarke, be careful!’”
She did her best impression of her mom when she was little.
“Well, technically I am to blame for this one. So don’t worry, there are no marks on your perfect no-injury record.” Lexa’s lips turned slightly upward, making the tiny joke.
Clarke’s stomach flipped at the sight of Lexa’s smile. She didn’t think this girl could get any more attractive. She sat on the chair next to the table, her baseball hat turned backwards. She’d let her hair down when they got in the room, so now her hair was flowing with the fan that was in the room. And there was a small sheen of sweat on her neck that started dripping into the collar of her white t-shirt.
Clarke was a goner.
“Woods. What seems to be the problem?”
Lexa stood up at the sound of her coach. “Hello Coach Indra. Actually it’s my classmate here. Clarke Griffin.” She spoke formally.
Clarke extended her hand to the coach. “Nice to meet you Coach. I wish it was under different circumstances.”
Indra let out a grunt, but shook the blonde’s hand. “Then what’s the damage, Clarke?”
Lexa spoke up instead. “I was out practicing my swing and accidently hit Clarke with one of my pop ups.”
Clarke looked at Lexa’s standing form. She clearly respected her coach.
Indra raised her eyebrow at her student. “So possible concussion.”
The coach pulled out a tiny flashlight. “Okay, Clarke. Follow the light with your eyes please.”
Clarke did as she asked. But she also noticed that Lexa had placed her hand on the table next to Clarke’s own. Just one shift of her pinky and they would touch.
She clicked the light off. “Well you’re not sensitive to light. Any nausea or dizziness?”
Clarke shook her head.
“Vision problems?”
“No ma’am.”
Indra grunted again. “Okay. I’m going to get an ice pack for that bump. I’ll be right back.”
Lexa pulled her hand away and took a step to stand right in front of Clarke. “Good news then.”
Before Clarke could respond, her phone buzzed from her pocket. She pulled it out and saw three new messages.
Raven 3:43 PM- Invite her to the party tonight!!
Raven 3:43 PM- Tell her Octavia will be there if she says no!
Octavia 3:44 PM- DO IT
Clarke bit her lip at the thought of inviting Lexa to their party tonight.. Now that she had actually met Lexa, she didn’t seem like she would say no. But she had rejected every other time to hang out with them. Maybe.
“Is everything alright? Did Octavia and Raven make it home?”
Clarke pushed her nerves away. “Yeah they’re good. Um actually, I was wondering what you were doing tonight?”
Lexa’s eyes widened.
Clarke’s mind short-circuited. Crap. Wrong way to ask.
“I mean, Raven is throwing a party and everyone is invited! And if you wanted to come.”
Lexa swallowed the lump in her throat. She started to shake her head. “I appreciate the offer, Clarke but” her voice drifted off.
“Think of it as a ‘Midterms Are Over, Christmas Is Almost Here’ party. Though Raven might want to throw an actual Christmas party too.”
Lexa clenched her jaw.
“And hey, someone’s gotta make sure I don’t pass out from my concussion.” Clarke pointed out playfully.
“You don’t have a concussion, Clarke.”
“Coming from the girl who almost gave me one. Octavia will be there too.”
Clarke gave her a half smile.
Right then, Coach Indra came back with a blue ice bag. “You’re going to ice your head for twenty minutes. Remove for an hour. Then repeat. I don’t want you closing your eyes to sleep anytime soon. Is there anyone who can keep an eye on you?”
Before Clarke could respond, Lexa took a deep breath and spoke up.
“I’ll be with her Coach.”
Clarke smiled. That was a yes.
Indra grunted. “Good then. Now Woods, please remove your friend from my office.”
“Yes Coach.” Lexa helped Clarke down from the treatment table and grabbed all of their bags. They walked out of the office into the hallway.
“So that’s a yes to the party, right?”
Lexa sighed, giving her a small nod. “I will be there. But no alcohol. Especially since you might still have a concussion. You can count on me to watch over you.”
Clarke’s heart fluttered at her words. And she couldn’t help the big smile she gave as she looked down at the ground. A wave of confidence surged through her veins. She felt brave.
“May I ask why the urge to watch over me?”
Lexa stopped and turned to her. “You are important to Octavia. And Octavia is important to me. Also, I don’t want your death on my hands.”
Clarke let out a small laugh. She was starting to recognize Lexa’s sense of humor. Straight forward and dry, but silly.
“Then I’ll try to make your job easier for you.”
Lexa motioned her head towards the doors that led to the stairs. “I’ll take you home, Clarke.”
--
The drive to Clarke’s house was pretty much silent, with the exception of asking how they both did on their History midterm. But the silence was comfortable.
Clarke snuck glances at the ball player’s profile. And she had the sudden urge to sketch it. The sharp jawline and piercing eyes.
Lexa stared straight ahead, not trusting herself to look at the blonde. Clarke was sitting still, her arms folded in her lap. Just focus on the road. Yes, the girl was pretty. And yes, she was blushing more often than most.
Soon enough, they were outside Clarke’s house.
Lexa reached towards the backseat and grabbed Clarke’s bag. But Clarke quickly reached for it.
“You’ve done enough today, Lexa. I can take it from here.”
Lexa nodded and released the backpack.
Clarke stepped out and closed the passenger door, standing next to the car. Lexa rolled down the window and leaned over the middle console.
“Raven will most likely pick me up tonight, but I can text you the address. 7 PM. ” Clarke tightened her grip on the strap of her bag, waiting for her answer.
Lexa reached out of the passenger window with her phone in hand. “Here”
Clarke exchanged their phones, each putting there number in the others.
Lexa handed Clarke back her phone. “I will most likely arrive with Octavia. But the number is just in case you have another run in with death.”
“So, I’ll see you tonight then?”
“You will.”
Clarke pocketed her phone and turned towards her house.
Lexa didn’t drive off until she was insider her house and closed the door. She rested her back against the door and took a deep breath. Her phone buzzed again.
Clarke took it out and looked at a new message from Raven.
Raven 4:25 PM- TELL ME EVERYTHING
--
Lexa opened the door to her home and was instantly greeted by her dog, Kaiser. He was a large German Shepard she’d raised since he was a puppy.
“Hey Kaiser! How are you, little man?” She kneeled down and scratched behind his ears. Kaiser wagged his tail happily.
Other than Kaiser’s exciting barks, the house was silent. Her Uncle Gustus was probably still at work.
She stood up and tossed her keys on the bowl next to the door before walking straight towards the stairs to her room.
Kaiser followed her up and proceeded to jump on her bed to lie down.
She set her bag down on her bed and walked to her dresser. Trophies sat on her shelves and medals hung on the walls.
Lexa took off her green cap and placed it on top of the wooden dresser.
Right on the top was the Grounder’s team picture from last season, her junior year, and first year as captain. They were all in their dark green and black uniforms. She could see Coach Indra standing proud on the side of her team with the assistant coaches. Lexa was standing center in the last row, her hair in braids that tied into a ponytail. She didn’t smile in the photo. Octavia took the place on her right, her hair intricately braided like Lexa’s, but left down. And to Lexa’s left was Costia.
Costia was the only one smiling in the team photo. Her bright smile could’ve lit up that entire room. Lexa could still feel the side that touched her when the photo was taken. She had resisted the urge to smile right before the flash went off.
“Why so serious, Lex?”
She could still hear Costia’s laugh right before the picture was taken.
Lexa picked up the photo and traced her fingertips over the glass covering Costia’s face. Her heart ached at the memory.
It’s been almost six months since the championship game against the Glaciers. Six months since Costia. Lexa’s heart still hurt at the sound of her girlfriend – ex girlfriend- crying out in pain. Six months since Lexa lost the championship game due to her emotions.
It was also six months since she had smiled this much in any day.
She quickly put down the photo.
She turned to her bag and pulled out her phone. She dialed the number and waited until she heard a voice.
“Hello Octavia. Yeah, I need your help.”