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Biker

THE 100: CLEXA

Lexa Woods, biker chick, the hottest girl in school with her red lipstick and ripped black jeans, always clad in her signature black leather jacket. Lexa knew when someone was into her, and she knew when to tell them to screw off, but this was different. When Lexa walked through the halls, her "bitches," Anya and Costia on either side, a few paces behind her, she felt eyes digging into the back of her head, but when Lexa turned, she locked eyes with a blonde haired, blue eyed beauty she'd never met. A smirk found its way onto Lexa's face, and she winked.

Clarke Griffin, good girl. She laid low, stayed out of trouble, and never bothered much with social events. She had her friends, Raven and Octavia, who tried to pry her out of her shell, but Clarke was shy, and she liked her room with its canvases and private pictures of anything she could think of, though most of the time they came out as Lexa Woods. That couldn't happen. Staying out of trouble meant staying away from Lexa. Clarke usually caught a glimpse of her between fourth and fifth periods, but today, something new happened. Lexa Woods turned her head, caught Clarke's eyes, and smiled. Clarke knew that sly smirk and that wink was just meant to toy with her, to catch her eye and make her fall harder. That didn't mean it wasn't working.

For the fifth Friday night in a row, Clarke found herself painting, recreating those shockingly red lips, that perfectly winged eyeliner. When she finished, Lexa was smirking, winking, just like earlier. Her hair had been iron straight that day, falling down her back like a golden-brown waterfall. Painting her never failed to make Clarke feel like a stalker. A knock on her bedroom door interrupted her thoughts, and she set down her brush.

"Yeah?" Clarke called, expecting her mother.

"Hey. You ready to go out?" Raven smiled.

"Obviously not. I'm covered in paint, and I hate going out." Clarke insisted.

"Oh, come on! It's just for shakes. Go get yourself cleaned up, and we can go." Octavia rolled her eyes, flopping onto Clarke's bed face-first.

"Fine, but just shakes and fries, then we come back." Clarke pointed an accusing finger at each of her friends before retreating to the bathroom to scrub the paint from her skin.

"Rae, look!" Octavia squealed, pointing to the drying canvas still on the easel.

"Is that..?"

"Lexa Woods. It's so good." Octavia's voice was breathy. The details were so exact, the slight wrinkles in the leather of the jacket and the way the light hit them, the exact forest green of Lexa's eyes and shocking red of her lipstick. Clarke said art was just for fun, but this was amazing.

"Okay, let's go," Clarke announced, stepping into the room.

"You didn't say you were this good," Raven replied, her fingers longing to touch the paint, but she knew she'd smudge and ruin it.

"That's just my subconscious trying to out me, come on." Clarke laughed, pulling her friends out of the room.
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Clarke sat at the shake bar at their favorite diner. Nia's made the best shakes in the state, let alone the town. Her fries were pretty good, too, and it obviously wasn't just Raven's first pick. Every booth and table in the place was full of families, couples, and friends spending time together in a good, old-fashioned diner.

"I'll have a chocolate." A voice announced, and Clarke recognized it.

"Be right out." The waitress smiled. Lexa was wearing a pair of regular jeans a cute crop top, her signature leather jacket, and makeup as perfect as ever. A chocolate shake was set in front of Lexa, and the brunette slid a ten across the counter.

"Keep the change, Lena. Tell Kara I said hi." Lexa's smile was soft, sweet, and she was just about to walk away when her eyes fell upon Clarke, sipping at a plain vanilla shake. "You're the girl I caught staring."

"I-Uh-Y-Yeah, well I guess I am." Clarke stuttered.

"You're cute." Lexa's blood-red lips curved into a smile, bringing Clarke's eyes to her lips. "Want to sit with us?" The brunette nodded towards a booth that held Lexa's usual "bitches," Anya and Costia, as well as her best friend, Lincoln.

"I'm with my - ow!" Clarke glared at Raven, who raised her eyebrows, nodding towards Lexa.

"They're welcome to come, too." Lexa laughed, holding out her hand for Clarke to take.

"Sounds fun." Raven cut in, her eyes begging Clarke to give in.

"Okay, but we're still leaving before curfew." Clarke insisted. She took Lexa's hand and allowed herself to be pulled to the booth.

"Guys, this is Clarke, Clarke, that's Anya, Lincoln, and Costia, who was just leaving." Clarke tried to ignore the pointed glare Lexa shot the shorter girl, who left with a huff.

"You're Raven, right?" Anya asked, and Clarke could've sworn she saw her friend swoon.

"Yeah." The response was simple, but it took every bit of Raven's self-restraint not to kiss Anya right then.

"Do you like motorcycles, Raven?"

"I like anything with a motor," Raven answered, pleased when this seemed to be the right response, judging by the smirk on Anya's lips.

"My kind of girl. Want to go for a spin?" Anya asked, and Raven looked to Clarke with pleading eyes.

"Go." Clarke sighed, and Raven squealed with delight, which would've been embarrassing if Anya hadn't smiled wider at the sound.

"I have to go, Bellamy's calling," Octavia announced, and Lincoln followed her out the door, ruining her attempt at discretion.

Lexa rolled her eyes as she slid into the booth, but a smile played on her lips when Clarke slid in next to her. "And then there were two." Lexa murmured, her lips brushing Clarke's ear, raising goosebumps on the blonde's flesh.

"Nope, this is not happening." Clarke pulled away suddenly, but Lexa caught her arm.

"What isn't happening?" Lexa asked innocently.

"This. The thing where you screw me and leave, just like you did to Ontari and you do to Costia," Clarke replied, attempting to pull her arm away.

"Screw them and leave?"

"You don't do feelings, you do people." Clarke's reply caught Lexa off guard, but she was good at hiding emotions.

"You don't want to fuck me, is that what you're saying, Clarke?" Lexa asked, Clarke shuddering at the sound of her name rolling off Lexa's tongue.

"No, I'm saying you don't do feelings, and I do."

"So you do want to fuck me."

"Lexa!" Clarke whined, but the brunette's lips against hers subsided any of her small resistance.

"Still against me?" Lexa asked, leaving the diner with Clarke scampering after her.

"I'd rather be on top of you," Clarke muttered.

"Then your place or mine?"