Catch Me, I'm Falling

February : Part II

Lexa and Clarke had split for the lunch period, Lexa calling an impromptu football meeting to go over some last minute changes from Titus, while Clarke returned to her table. Things had settled between them, and though it was calm, it was far from comfortable.

Mostly because Lexa found that, despite her best efforts to look as if nothing happened, she had a small bruise on her cheek.

One that, the more she thought about it, caused her blood to boil.

Nobody laid hands on Alexandria Woods.

Nobody.

And so, with balled fists and tight jaw, she approached the bleachers, where Anya, Lincoln, and the rest of the players awaited their captain.

Lexa was hoping for a small, football related talk.

The moment Anya's eyes made contact with her regal cheekbones, it was over.

Anya was out of her seat like a bullet, hands cupping Lexa's cheeks as she inspected the moderate damage.

"Who?" Anya spat, body tense like a bowstring.

"What?" Lexa's brow furrowed as she attempted to play it dumb.

"Oh my god." Anya growled lowly, the sound rumbling in her throat. "Was it blondie? Did Clarke Griffin fucking hit you?"

Lexa's eyes lit up with pent up rage. "No, of course not." She ground out.

Anya looked disbelieving. "Lex, look at you. You could kill anyone here. You don't take hits. The only person you'd allow to hit you is Clarke, and you were in a fight, so don't you dare-"

"Your girlfriend did this." Lexa murmured, watching as Anya's jaw dropped.

"Raven?" Anya practically whispered, hands balling up similarly to Lexa's.

Lexa gave a curt nod.

Anya looked feral. A vein ran alongside her throat, dangerously prominent. "What the fuck did she touch you for?"

Lexa waved it off. "Anya, it's done."

"No." Anya caught her hand. "Lexa." She hissed. "No one gets away with hitting you."

"She was defending Clarke." Lexa sighed offhandedly. "It doesn't matter, can we just-"

"Did you cheat on her?" Anya snapped.

Lexa's eyes widened in horror. "Did I what?"

"Did you cheat on Clarke? Yes or no, Lexa." Anya demanded.

"What? God, no, never. I...It was a small fight about her mom dating Kane-"

Anya didn't listen after her denial. "So you didn't deserve it."

Lexa fell silent at that, blinking away her anger.

"Did Clarke see this?" Anya demanded once more.

"Yes."

"And what did she say?"

"She kissed it."

"Oh, she kissed it?" Anya snarked. "Like that's gonna fix the giant fucking hole this has created?"

"What?" Lexa glanced up exasperatedly.

"This is an issue. It's an issue because Clarke is okay with her friends treating you like shit. It's an issue because now I am furious at my girlfriend."

Lexa's jaw tightened. "Let it go, Anya."

"Fuck no." Anya growled, digging into her pocket for her phone. "I'm calling her now."