Catch Me, I'm Falling

May : Part II

It was the final week before prom, and unfortunately, that meant it was regular old school was still in session.

A normal day, however, was not in the cards.

In a last minute surge of urgency, desperation, and guts, Arkadia High's underclassmen launched themselves into a challenge to trap seniors into taking them. Really, it was something of a marvel.

Clarke made her way over to her locker, tongue poking out slightly as she turned the combo lock, hearing a satisfying click before yanking it down, swinging her locker open with a triumphant smile.

That smile quickly turned into a gasp when roses upon roses and various letters fell out, all with different scripts, mostly from freshman boys she'd tutored.

Clarke heard a soft purring in her ear as two arms wrapped around her tightly.

"Those aren't from me." Lexa's voice was dripping with amusement as she leaned in to kiss Clarke's cheek.

"Hey babe." Clarke sighed in contentment, turning around to face her. "I know. They're from last minute freshmen." She rolled her eyes. "They do this every year. I'm pretty sure Bellamy pulled this shit when he was a freshman too."

"I don't blame them." Lexa shrugged with a smirk. "You're quite the catch."

Clarke blushed, glancing down at Lexa's hands, which were also filled with flowers.

"I'm assuming you didn't just go and pick those for me?" Clarke teased.

"I, too, was attacked by a mob of adoring underclassmen girls." Lexa responded, slipping the flowers into Clarke's locker so she could grip Clarke's hips instead. "It's like they don't know I'm already taking the love of my life." Lexa grinned, leaning forward to capture Clarke's lips in a delicate kiss, well aware of the stares they were receiving.

"Your life?" Clarke teased. "That's such a commitment. Are you sure you won't grow tired of me?"

"I'm sure." Lexa murmured, affectionately nuzzling Clarke's nose. "Is your dress sorted? Everything okay?"

"Mhmm. You? I still don't know what you're wearing." Clarke pouted.

"And you won't until I pick you up." Lexa replied matter-of-factly, hugging Clarke as she leaned into her embrace tiredly, just waiting for the day to end.

"I'm nervous for you to see me." Clarke admitted with a shy smile. Lexa's gaze still gave her immense butterflies. She wondered if that feeling would ever go away. She wagered it wouldn't.

"Nervous?" Lexa tsked. "Why?"

"Because you're already the hottest person in school without trying, and for prom, you're somehow going to be even more so. And I have to step my game up immensely to bridge the gap." Clarke explained.

"Gap?" Lexa snorted, clearly displeased. "How many times do I have to tell you that you are the embodiment of perfection, Clarke, before it sinks in?"

"It's hard dating someone as perfect as you." Clarke rolled her eyes, burrowing into Lexa's warmth.

"You know I'd still drool over you in a shirt and jeans." Lexa assured her softly.

"I know. I just...want to be at your level. I don't know. Just..." Clarke sighed, leaning up to kiss her. "I want everything to be perfect."

She knew what prom meant to Clarke. It was the culmination of her survival of four of the most difficult years of her life. It was the night to put Finn, Costia, and the accident behind her. It was the night to honor Jake's memory, to treat Clarke to the luxuries she deserved.