your hand in mine (clexa)

Chapter 6

"Hold up. You're going to a party hosted by Lexa Woods?"

"Dude," Raven sighs, rolling her eyes at Octavia who's staring at Clarke, bewildered. "They are dating . You really need to choose better things to freak out about."

"We are not dating," Clarke corrects, not turning away from the mirror. Her friends are lounging on her bed while she's trying an outfit after an outfit, and so far they proved to be very unhelpful. She's lowkey regretting asking them to come. Not that she'd ever tell them that.

But - it's a dinner party hosted by Lexa Woods. And from what Clarke gathered, it's going to be a rather intimate, close-knit affair. Anya's going to be there. People close to Lexa - people Lexa trusts - are going to be there.

She has to look perfect, whether they are dating or not - which they aren't, at least she doesn't think so. They haven't talked about going exclusive or anything.

Raven snorts, jarring Clarke from her musings. "Honey," she says. "You hold hands and you kiss and you go on dates. Hate to break it to you, but that's dating."

"Okay, then we're casually dating. But we haven't really... discussed the terms."

Except Lexa implied she was falling for her and they haven't gone a full day without talking ever since, be it texts or calls or dates. Even if they wanted to see other people, they wouldn't have the time, Clarke thinks to herself.

"She invited you to a private party," Octavia points out. "This is serious."

"It's not really a private party."

"It's an invitation-only party," Raven pipes up. "That makes it a private party."

Clarke huffs, blowing a strand of hair away from her face. "Do you want to make me even more nervous about tonight?"

And holy crap, is she nervous. Her stomach is an anxious ball of knots, and there's another one lodged in her throat. To Lexa, tonight might be a simple step forward in their slowly - seriously, so slowly - evolving relationship. But to Clarke - and to Anya, and to everyone close to Lexa - this is a test. When Finn and her discussed their plan, at the beginning, they assumed it'd be easy because of Lexa's affinity for conquests. She didn't even realize that would actually be one of her disadvantages.

Lexa's friends, people who care about her - they are used to the likes of Clarke. Only there for money and status that Lexa Woods's affections bring. Claire has a feeling Anya was only a tip of the judgmental overprotective iceberg.

So yeah. She's fucking nervous alright.

Her friends remain mostly oblivious to her inner turmoil. Obviously. They don't know about the plan. They don't know the actual reason for Clarke's anxiety. For them, it's date jitters, not more.

"Damn," Raven whistles. "Lexa must be good if she got the Griffin feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush."

"I am not-"

"Come on, Clarke," Octavia interrupts, rolling her eyes. "This is the third outfit you tried on and you haven't stopped chewing on your bottom lip since we walked in. Face it. You're crushing. Hard."

That would probably be better than what's actually going on. "Fine," she says throwing her hands up in defeat before tugging a white blazer off. "I have a crush and I have a date with said crush and I have nothing to wear. Now will you help me or not?"

"Technically, that's not a date tho-"

Clarke glares. "My ethical stance on murder is rapidly shifting, Raven."