A/N: Hi everyone!

So, for those who don't know me, I'm Sophie, a French girl obsessed with Clexa!

For those who have read my other stories, I'm back with the multi-chapter fic I promised! Of course, it's a Clexa story. It's set on the Ark. They're probably allowed a few more liberties than on the actual Ark, but I try to keep it close to how I imagined life would be up there since we didn't have that much information on how their everyday lives was.

I hope you'll like it!

A big thanks to BrittzandTana for editing this and for always being so fabulous :D

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the 100 (sadly...^^)

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Clarke asked Raven in an exasperated tone.

Her friend quickly averted her eyes. "No reason."

Clarke sighed, knowing something was definitely up with her best friend. She straightened herself up on her bed. "What's wrong? And don't say 'nothing', I know something is up."

Raven sat up on the bed next to her and asked, with a frown on her face, "Aren't you freaking out?"

"About what?" Clarke queried, puzzled.

"About tomorrow," Raven tried to clarify, though it didn't work.

"What about it?"

Raven gave her friend a pointed look and let out huff. "Maybe the fact that our last year of high school starts tomorrow! And that we probably won't have as many classes together…"

Clarke flashed her a reassuring smile. "You don't know that for sure."

Raven raised an eyebrow. "Really? Because I believe Mr. Pike's exact words were 'I'll make sure you two never end up in the same class ever again'. End of quotation."

Clarke laughed at her friend's imitation of their least favorite teacher and said, "Yeah, I remember. I genuinely thought that vein on his neck was finally going to explode."

Raven let out a light laugh before quickly reverting to frowning. "Seriously, though. I don't know how I'm going to survive a whole year without you."

"Aw come on! It's not like I'm going to the other end of the Ark. We'll see each other all the time." Clarke smiled softly at her.

"Who's gonna imitate ass-Pike while he's writing on the board?"

"Raven," Clarke smirked, "you always find a way not to pay attention in class anyway."

"Yeah, but I'd rather not be paying attention with you."

"Aw." Clarke gave a quick side hug to her friend, enjoying the moment because Raven was usually so sarcastic and self-confident, not like this scared and mushy little puppy she was talking to right now. "There's still a small chance we'll have at least one class together."

"Yeah…" Raven replied quietly, not convinced.

"Come on, Lex! We're gonna be late on the first day!" Anya called to her best friend from the other side of the bedroom door.

"Coming!" Lexa opened the door and quickly rushed to get her bag, which always stayed on the kitchen counter, before heading out, Anya in tow.

"I can't believe my alarm didn't go off. Of all the days it could have happened, it had to be today!" Lexa scoffed.

"Chill out," Anya suggested promptly. Lexa just gave her a pointed look, because she was the one who had been telling her to hurry the hell up not even a minute ago. She hurried her pace anyway, knowing Anya was following close behind.

Lexa lived quite close to the school, so they got there in less than five minutes. Hopefully, they would have time to see what classroom they needed to go to before the bell rang. They each had a lump in their throat as they retrieved their schedules. They both really hoped they would share some classes, and Lexa let out a relieved sigh when she saw she had first period with Anya. She stiffened though, when she noticed that all of their other classes were different.

Anya quickly realized, as well. "Well, at least, we will see each other in first period and at lunch. And don't forget that we still have basketball practice together."

Lexa smiled a little at that as they made their way to first period: history.

Raven and Clarke entered the classroom – arriving late, as usual – laughing at some joke Raven had just made, when they heard their favorite teacher exclaim, "Oh, great! Not only am I the only teacher who has you two in the same class, but you also show up late on the first day. I'll have to make sure that you graduate, so I don't have to see your faces in my classroom ever again."

Lexa perked her head up, surprised that she wasn't the last one to arrive with Anya, but mostly because of the disdain she heard in their history teacher's, Pike's, voice. She noticed a blonde and a brunette standing in the doorway, smirks on both their faces. If she remembered correctly, the brunette's name was Raven, but she couldn't recall the blonde's name. She had seen them several times, but they'd never spoken to each other.

"Glad to see you too, Mister! We missed your class," Raven replied sarcastically.

Clarke laughed and noticed Wells in the front of the classroom, waving at them. Obviously, though, the only seats that remained were at the very back of the classroom. Clarke noticed Anya, who waved at her as well, and a brunette who seemed confused.

Wow, she's cute.

Clarke didn't know her name, and she couldn't remember ever seeing her before. They must have never had any of the same classes. She heard the brunette whisper to Anya as she sat next to her, Raven sitting to her left, "You know them?"

Anya only nodded and Clarke caught the cute brunette glancing at her. Clarke quickly averted her gaze, but she made eye contact again once she heard the girl greet her with, "Hey, I'm Lexa."

"Clarke," she replied quietly, before glancing away once again.

The brunette returned to focusing on the lesson, and Clarke immediately started talking quietly with Raven, that is until their teacher threatened to already kick them out of his classroom.

Raven smirked, thinking, It's gonna be a great year. And just like that, all of her worries from the previous night vanished.

Despite her not paying attention to class and being distracted by Raven's sarcastic comments, Clarke couldn't help but throw sideways glances at Lexa every now and then. The girl seemed to enjoy that class, seeing as she was so assiduously taking notes on everything the teacher said. Her right hand was furiously scribbling on her notebook, impressing Clarke. She, too, liked history, but she couldn't stand their teacher and took pleasure in pissing him off. That's how she had met Raven, in history class. And since then, it had become their thing to annoy the fuck out of him.

As the bell rang, Clarke leaned over the brunette and said, "I feel like shit watching you take all those notes."

Oh great… Now she knows you were watching her… Creep.

As Lexa was gathering her stuff, she offered, "You could always borrow my notes, if you want."

Clarke shrugged. "That's nice of you, but I feel like that wouldn't be fair to you. I'm not exactly the perfect student here."

Lexa only smiled and proceeded to leave the classroom, calling out to Anya. "I'll see you at lunch?"

Anya nodded and turned to Clarke. "Hey, blondie."

Clarke just smirked. "Anya, you're blonde too."

"Anya!" Raven called. "Still on for movie night on Friday?"

Anya huffed. "Of course. How could I say no to a horror movie marathon?"

Clarke chuckled and said, "Alright, see you weirdos later."

As Clarke was making her way toward her next class, she thought it really was a shame that she and Raven only shared one class this year. It was their last year of high school and she really wanted to spend as much time with her friends as she could. At least they shared Pike's class.

Her next period was English. She liked that class too, and hopefully Mrs. Bergman was better of a teacher than Pike was. Clarke entered the classroom and her eyes immediately landed on a certain brunette who she had just spoken to for the first time not five minutes ago. She was surprised that she hadn't ever noticed her before today and that they now suddenly shared two classes. Clarke went to the available seat to the brunette's right.

Lexa noticed the blonde and smiled. "I hope you'll be more focused on this class. You and Raven can be kind of distracting."

"Yeah, sorry about that," Clarke apologized, a bit embarrassed. As much as Raven and she didn't want to disturb the other students from listening, they couldn't help it.

"Hey, Clarke! Looks like we're gonna see each other a lot this year." Clarke tore her gaze away from Lexa and turned to see Wells sitting next to her.

"Hey, Wells! Glad to see you." Clarke smiled. "Oh, and by the way, did Raven tell you about horror movie night on Friday?"

Wells nodded and confirmed that he would be there, though his words were cut off as Mrs. Bergman began talking. She introduced herself for the few people who didn't know her and proceeded to explain what they would have to do this year.

"As you all know, here on the Ark, we'd rather focus on more… vital matters than English. But as your English teacher, and as I noticed there is a certain lack of art within these walls, I suggested organizing a contest. You will work in pairs and will have to produce a piece of art. It doesn't have to be a masterpiece, but it will have to be done carefully, as you'll have the whole year to produce it." Clarke heard enthusiastic cheers as well as some complaints. She found that it was a great idea, especially since she herself liked to draw. "At the end of the school year, all the teachers will choose one specific piece and Chancellor Jaha will announce the winner. Your art will be exposed everywhere on the Ark and you'll get a special prize. The prize hasn't been decided yet, but regardless, I'm sure you will put your hearts to it."

Wells leaned over and whispered to Clarke, suggesting they work together, but Mrs. Bergman interrupted, "I will be the one to decide the partners. And I don't want to hear any complaints about it. It will give you the chance to get to know new people for once."

As she proceeded to pair students up, Clarke really hoped she would end up with Wells, because he was always creative when it came to art and English. Mrs. Bergman pointed to Lexa though, and Clarke found herself smiling anyway. She took it as a chance to get to know the brunette, just as their teacher had suggested. Wells pursed his lips, obviously disappointed, but turned to his partner. Luckily, he had ended up with Jasper, a nice guy that hung out with them sometimes.

Lexa smiled as well, and the teacher gave them the rest of the hour to discuss what they would do for their project. "So, what do you have in mind, partner?"

"I don't know. What are your specials skills when it comes to art?" Clarke raised an eyebrow.

"Um, I don't know if I'm any good, but I write sometimes."

"Really?" Clarke shouldn't be surprised, considering that Lexa had seemed to take good care in taking her notes earlier. "That's great. I draw, so maybe we can combine that into something good?"

Lexa smiled softly at her. They spent the rest of the hour just brainstorming potential ideas for what they could do, and both of them quickly got up to go to next period once the class ended.

Soon, lunchtime came, and Clarke found Raven at their usual table with Wells. It seemed like Jasper had joined them today, with his best friend Monty, and another guy that Clarke didn't know.

"Hey, Clarke! This is Bellamy. He's in my mechanics class." She turned to him. "Bellamy, this is Clarke."

"Hey," he greeted her, a small smile on his face. She replied in the same tone and they all began making small talk about how everyone's day was going.

Bellamy, Jasper, Wells, Raven and Clarke were standing in a hallway, looking at the window across from them and at the Earth in the distance. The planet seemed to be calling for them, as if to say 'I've got so many wonders to show you'. Clarke often found herself dreaming and drawing this mysterious planet and its beautiful landscapes. She could look at her illustrations for hours, thinking that, maybe someday, she would be able to walk on thin grass, enjoy a swim across a lake, or just breathe pure air that wasn't artificially created.

The new addition to the group, Bellamy – who was a really nice guy actually, albeit a little secretive – spoke up, "So, what do you guys have planned for tonight?"

Wells sighed, "Unfortunately, I already got a ton of homework… So, not much except for that."

"That sucks," Clarke sympathized. "I haven't gotten any, though. Anyone want to hang out at my place?"

Jasper declined, "Sorry, I have plans already with Monty. We'll be there on Friday night though."

Raven accepted the offer right away. "I don't have anything planned for the rest of the day, so I'm in."

Clarke looked at Bellamy. "Bellamy? Wanna come?"

"Yeah, why not." He shrugged.

After spending an hour or so just talking about their lives and getting to know Bellamy, everyone decided to go home and just try to study a little. It was better to not get behind in schoolwork on the first day, after all. Clarke mostly doodled on her history notebook, desperate to fill it since it was half empty, half of the notes about what the teacher had said missing. Thinking of history drew her thoughts to Lexa, Clarke found herself smiling when she thought about her, and the project they'd have to do for the entire year. Clarke thought she would very much enjoy spending time with the brunette, and decided that she'd have to ask Anya why she'd never introduced her to them.

She didn't really know Anya all that well, so she figured that was why. But everyone in their little group of friends genuinely liked Anya and Clarke figured they might as well spend more time together. Anya and Lexa might be a great addition to their group, as well as Bellamy.

Clarke decided to leave her bedroom when she heard her father come home later in the evening. He asked her about her first day and, as she told him, it hadn't been as boring as she thought it would be, surprisingly.

"You better enjoy these days, sweetie. I really miss my friends from high school sometimes," Jake said thoughtfully.

Clarke chuckled. "Dad, you know that we are inseparable. It's like we're all glued to each other. We're not going to drift apart anytime soon," Clarke insisted, confident. "Especially because we're all stuck in the same place."

The door of their small apartment opened to reveal Abby Griffin, Clarke's mom, coming back from work. She greeted her husband with a quick peck on the lips and Clarke with a kiss on the forehead.

After mostly repeating what she had already told her dad, the blonde decided to retreat to her room, where she could finish some sketches until her mom called her for dinner.

"So, how was the rest of your first day?" Anya asked her best friend as they sat in Lexa's room, just chilling out and making small talk.

"Not bad," Lexa replied. "Yours?"

"Ugh, lame… I'm stuck with this guy, Murphy, in my IT class and he's such a jerk. Like, he literally introduced himself with 'Hey, Murphy. I'd say nice to meet you, but we all know that it's not true'."

Lexa laughed as Anya mimicked the guy's voice. "That sucks. Maybe he was having a bad day or something."

"I don't care. Who the fuck introduces himself like that?" Anya scoffed.

Trying to change the subject, Lexa asked her friend, "By the way, how come you never introduced me to Raven and Clarke?"

Anya seemed puzzled. "Uh, I don't know. We hung out a couple of times but I don't really know them that much. Why?"

"I don't know. I didn't really speak to Raven, but Clarke seems nice," Lexa answered, lost for a moment in her thoughts of the blonde. She was glad that she was her partner on their English project; she didn't really know anyone else in their English class. They also had their last period together.

"She is," Anya agreed. "They invited me on a movie night on Friday. I'll ask if you can tag along."

Lexa stiffened. "I'd rather you don't do that."

"Why?"

"I don't want to feel like the intruder or something," Lexa explained, but that wasn't the main reason. Despite what she seemed, she was always shy with people she didn't know, and she didn't want to seem like she was boring just because she didn't talk much. She'd rather get to know Raven and Clarke step by step.

"It's your call. But I don't want you to spend your Friday night on your own." Anya was always concerned that Lexa would isolate herself and never come out of her room again.

Lexa smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, I have other friends. I can always hang out with Lincoln."

"Whatever, like I said, it's your call." Anya shrugged.

"Plus, horror movies are not really my thing."

Shit!

Anya's eyes narrowed and she asked suspiciously, "I didn't say anything about horror movies."

Here we go…

"Fine, I heard Clarke asking that guy, Wells, to come. She said it was a horror movie night." Lexa kept her gaze fixed on her hands, but she could feel Anya's stare piercing through her.

"Uh huh."

"What?" Lexa asked, finally looking up because Anya wouldn't stop eyeing her suspiciously.

"Nothing. I just think it's funny how you're pretending that you don't care and that you don't want to come," Anya snickered.

"I'm not pretending." Lexa feigned hurt.

"Sure. Whatever you tell yourself to sleep at night."

Lexa threw a pillow at Anya, and the blonde only laughed and started fighting back. But her words kept gnawing at the brunette. What if she really did want to go to the movie night?

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