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it's been almost 3 hours

are you okay

hello?

why aren't you answering me

k it's officially been 4 hours

it is too soon to file a missing person report

hello?

Clarke please answer me

please

i would really appreciate a text

doesn't even have to be a full word it could just be a random letter

actually no just so ik you didn't die and your killer doesn't have your phone text the first thing you ever said to me

and if you don't remember your fake and i'm breaking up with you

okay but on a serious note i'm actually worried

you've been off since new years and haven't talked to anyone

please talk to me baby

if you don't answer in 1 hour i'm going over

wow i just read those texts and sound so clingy and cringy and annoying how do you put up with me

anyway it's been an hour so i'm coming over

better go hide whoever you cheated on me with

on another serious note if you are cheating on me don't think for a second i won't kill the person then you

okay ew yeah i totally hate myself

i never thought i'd be that kind of girlfriend

i'm gonna go throw up from the amount of insecure cringe i just emitted

5 1/2 hours later and you haven't replied to my rambles so i'm coming over

i love you

see you soon baby

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"Mum, Dad, I'm gonna check on Clarke, umm I don't know when I'll be back," Lexa said as she ran down the stairs with her longboard and hoodie.

"You need more than just a hoodie," Lexa's dad said.

"What do you mean check one her?" Lexa's mom asked.

"I'll be fine, and she hasn't answered me in over five hours. I'm worried, she always texts back right away."

"She has a life Lexa, your not her main priority," Lexa's mom said earning an eye roll from Lexa.

"Whatever, I'm going now," Lexa said as she put her headphones in.

"Just be safe and don't fall," Lexa's dad said, "you always fall at least once when you use your longboard."

The whole ride to Clarke's, Lexa was humming along to the music, and when she got to Clarke's house she was surprised she didn't fall. When she got up to the door she knocked and a man she saw before opened the door.

"Who are you?"

"Hi, I'm Lexa, I'm here to see Clarke."

"She's not here."

"Oh uhhh, do you know where she is?"

"What did you say your name was again?"

"Lexa."

"She's said she was going over your house."

"S- she didn't, is Abby home? Can I talk to her? Also, umm I think you should get that checked out, it looks pretty bad," Lexa said pointing to the bleeding cut on the man's neck.

"I'm a doctor, it's fine."

"Oh okay, so umm can I talk to Abby?"

"Abby come here!"

"Hey Lexa, what are you doing here?" Abby asked nervously when she got to the door.

"Clarke hasn't answered my texts for a long time, so I got worried. Do you know where she is?"

"She was a little upset so if she didn't go to your house, she probably went to her secret spot. Do you know where that is?"

"No- wait yeah, I know exactly where that is. Thank you so much," Lexa said before jumping off the steps and getting back on her longboard.

As Lexa skated up the hill to the place that Clarke brought Lexa when she confessed she had feelings, she heard Clarke's favorite band getting louder and louder. When she got to the top of the hill she could see Clarke's black two-door jeep and smiled knowing that she finally found her girlfriend.

When she got to the passenger window she froze from shock. Clarke had her hand down her pants, and the other hand was squeezing a boob that was covered by her shirt, while her eyes were shut tight and her mouth was parted in an almost perfect o shape.

Lexa nervously knocked on the window, causing the blonde to freak out before realizing it was Lexa. Once she realized it was Lexa she went back to what she was doing, leaving Lexa even more shocked and confused.

"What are you doing?" Lexa asked as she got in the passenger seat.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Clarke panted out.

"Why are you doing this?"

"I...fuck...can you touch me?"

"What? W- Why are you masturbating in the car, at 8:30 at night, in the middle of nowhere? Why aren't you at home or something?"

"Touch me Lexa."

"Ar- are you drunk?" Lexa asked once she smelled the alcohol.

"Maybe."

"How much did you drink?"

"I dunno," Clarke said pointing to a black plastic bag in the back.

Lexa grabbed the bag and found three empty mini bottles of vodka, two empty mini bottles of fireball, and two full mini bottles of each left.

"So you've had about five shots?"

"I guess."

"Did you drink anything else?"

"Ummmm, yeah."

"Can you tell me what it was?"

"Ummmm, no," Clarke said shaking her head.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't remember. Now can you please touch me?"

"Get your hand out of your pants," Lexa said as she started to look around the car for any other bottles.

"But it...fuck...it feels good. It feels so good. I wish you were the one fucking me. Your hands feel so much better than mine."

As she ignored what Clarke was saying and tried to ignore the soft moans coming from her, she ended up finding two more empty mini bottles, one of tequila and another fireball. Lexa made a disgusted look at the fireball before looking back over at the blonde, "Okay so you had seven shots, of random drinks. Is that all you had?"

"Mmm, yup. Now can you please touch me, I wanna feel your fingers deep inside me."

"No, right now I need to drive you home."

"No home. Not my home, I can't go back home."

"Why what happened?"

"I- I can't tell you, wait till I'm sober."

"Oh, so you have enough sense to tell me whatever it is when your sober but you don't have enough to stop touching yourself?"

"It...it feels good. It relieves stress and I think if you helped, we'd get the job done faster and relive more stress."

"Can we just switch seats so I can drive?"

"Drive where?"

"I guess my house since you won't go home."

As Lexa got out of the car and went to the other side, Clarke had already crawled over the armrest, and had her hand back in her pants with her other hand under her shirt, moaning.

"Oh, oh god...Lex p- please touch me...fuck please."

As turned on as Lexa was, she did her best to ignore the blonde. When she started the car she looked over at Clarke to see her pulling her pants down.

"What are you doing?"

"I feel like we already had this conversation."

"Why are you doing this?" Lexa asked as she watched the blondes hand go down between her legs once more.

Lexa pushed her legs together as she watched Clarke spread hers and heard her let out a moan.

"Because," Clarke said, "drunk sex is how I deal with things, but you don't want sex, so drunk masturbation."

The next thing to leave the blonde's body was her shirt, making Lexa even more turned on but also angry and annoyed all at the same time as she turned the car off.

"Baby...fuck...Lexa please."

"Let me know when you're done," Lexa said as she put her headphones back in and turned the music up as loud as it could go while looking out the window.

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