Catch me, I'm falling. (Lexa/you)

Chapter 5

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Your POV.

Though they'd established a truce of sorts, that didn't mean that the two girls didn't fight.

Quite the contrary, the two of them fought all the time .

Of course, under the watchful eye of Niylah, it was considerably less aggressive than it had been in the beginning, the two deciding to approach conflict through diplomacy, but they were both just as stubborn as one another, and neither of them were willing to back down from their viewpoints.

If there was an award for open-mindedness at the school, neither would even be considered as nominations for it.

Their conversations were a constant back and forth.

You , of course, defended the novel staunchly, and Lexa fought you every step of the way.

"(Y/n), the first thing Darcy does is insult Elizabeth, that isn't exactly the proper foundation for a relationship—"

"Well he doesn't know she heard him, and besides, people can change, and grow and—"

"—so would you date someone who called you ugly the first time you met?"

"Nobody would," You shot back. You were many things, but self-conscious about your appearance was not one of them. You knew very well what sort of effect you had on people, "I look fantastic ."

"Oh and I'm the one with the ego problem," Lexa bit back, and there was something about her tone that was almost teasing, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she watched you falter slightly, fixing her with a glare, but it didn't hold the previous malice that you had possessed for the brunette.

For some unfathomable reason, you couldn't bring yourself to hate Lexa as much as you previously had. The football player had a sort of annoyingly persistent charm, and while she still irritated you to no end, you couldn't help but be amused by her antics. You weren't sure what caused the change in your dynamic. Perhaps it had been the truce, the promise of a ceasefire between you guys.

You were still annoyed by Lexa's arrogance and her over inflated ego, that was for sure, but you now found yourself forward to your debates in English. If they could even be called that. Debates implied a level of agreeance, and you and Lexa definitely did not agree on things.

"Is that a small smile I see?" Lexa gasped, only furthering your scowl as you swatted her on the shoulder somewhat playfully.

"Let there be no miscommunication," You responded, "I still think you're an ass."

"Sure you do, princess." You brows furrowed at the use of the nickname that Bellamy had given you, but you turned back to the work, pointing out the continuation of the themes throughout the story, and Lexa took notes diligently along with your words.

It was in the moments like these, where Lexa was actually working, not arguing or sassing or generally making an ass out of herself, that you were the most perplexed by her. Because in these moments, Lexa seemed like just another student trying to get by and do her homework, not some stuck-up football superstar. Your attentive eyes traced the contours of her face, the gentle hollows of her eyes, the curve of her chin, the sharpness of her jawline... the plumpness of her lips.

You searched for any imperfections, but you couldn't find them.

In her concentration, Lexa frowned slightly, and you watched the small pull to those pouty, perfect lips, that you had traced with your eyes countless times already—purely from an artist's points of view, of course—stopping to rest on the small freckle on her lip, but even that was cute. Honestly, it wasn't fair.