Clarke and Lexa have been best friends since the first day of school. Lexa knows love is weakness but she is hopelessly in love with Clarke. Clarke is oblivious, happily dating other people.
I lay on Clarke’s bed, propped up by several
pillows, pretending to be engrossed in my worn copy of Carmilla.
But I was distracted, by Clarke. She had her head resting on my
lap and her feet hanging over the side of the bed. She was talking on
her phone, I was running my fingers through her soft, golden hair. I
told myself that it was a perfectly normal thing for best friends to
do, after all it was a typical Tuesday night for us. What wasn’t
normal was how I had to consciously stop my gaze from falling to her
lips or the bare skin of her shoulder revealed by her baggy top. Yeah
definitely not normal. I cursed myself for the inappropriate thoughts
that regularly plagued my mind. I had tried to deny it for years but
the truth was what I felt for her was anything but friendly,
somewhere along the line I had fallen completely in love with her.
But to Clarke I was just her best friend. I was the girl she shared
her lunch with on the first day of preschool and everyday since. She
didn’t see me that way.