It was an obvious win. They both knew it, yet, Wells still acted like he was thinking about his next move. Wells would do anything to make Clarke, his best friend, happy. Clarke sat back and crossed her arms, ready to accept that Wells would beat her. Wells narrowed his eyes, pretending to be deep in thought. "Aha," Wells called out, moving his second queen to block Clarke's king. "Checkmate."

Clarke sighed and stood from her chair and Wells did the same. Wells was incredibly good at chess for being just turned eight. "Good game." Clarke muttered and stuck out her hand for him to shake. Instead, he pulled her into a hug. They were about the same height, but he was sure that he would be taller than her by the age of ten. Clarke moaned and refused to hug him back, knowing it would annoy him. Wells lifted Clarke's small body off the ground making her laugh and wrap her arms around him to balance herself.

"Put me down, Wells!" She giggled, feeling her feet touch back down on the floor. She pretended to be angry but Wells knew she was kidding. He gently poked at her stomach until she laughed again. "Okay, okay. Good job. Let's go eat lunch and then we'll have a rematch." She told him. He agreed and they walked out of the room and into the kitchen for lunch.

Lexa watched as the two children left the room. They fascinated her. Their ways were so different from hers, yet she felt a need to mimic them. She pushed her dark brown hair behind her ears and repeated a word she had heard them say. She said it over and over until it sounded normal. She quickly ran away from the house and headed back through the forest and back to her home. She slowed down before walking inside, trying to act normal. She found her mother doing her weekly sharpening of the weapons.

"Nomon (mother)," Lexa said, getting her mothers attention. Lexa's family was one of the more educated families in the village. Her parents taught her both English and Trigedasleng. She mostly spoke in English but used many Trigedasleng words, too. Her mother looked up without speaking.

"What does 'checkmate' mean?" Lexa asked, nonchalantly, hoping her mother wouldn't be suspicious. Her mother's eyes narrowed.

"Where did you hear that?" She asked in grounder language, setting down the spear she had been holding. Lexa had hoped she would not ask that. She knew she couldn't lie to her mother.

"Gona skaikru (the sky people)," she responded, holding her mom's gaze. Her mom clenched her fists with rage.

"You have been associating with the sky people?" She clarified, astonished that her daughter would do such a thing. Lexa shook her head, refusing to look away, for that was a sign of weakness.

"I only watch." Lexa promised, biting down on her tongue.

"Stay away from the sky people, Lexa." Her mom told her, sternly. Lexa nodded, glad that her mother wasn't more angry. It would take a lot more than that to keep Lexa away from the sky people. She felt drawn to the blonde and her friend. She needed to find out more about her.

A few weeks later...

Lexa had never been out this late. Her mother would definitely kill her when she returned. Lexa didn't want to think about the consequences. All she could focus on was the blonde and her parents below, catching bugs that she heard the blonde call 'fireflies.' Lexa wrapped her arms around the trunk of the tree she was hiding in and stared down at the people. They were always laughing; something her people rarely did. The blonde tapped her father on the shoulder and opened her hand to reveal that she had caught on of the bugs.

"Good job, Clarke!" Her father praised her. Clarke. Her name was Clarke. Lexa whispered the name aloud a few times, letting it roll off her tongue.

"I think we should go inside, Jake. It's getting late." The woman said, speaking to the man. She then turned to Clarke and crouched down.

"Let's go inside and make some hot chocolate." She said, making Clarke jump for joy. Lexa didn't know what 'hot chocolate' was, but by the way it made Clarke squeal means it must have been good.

Lexa waited for them to be inside their house before climbing down the tree and dusting off her pants. She silently walked over to the window of their house that exposed the kitchen and carefully peaked in. She saw Clarke's mother boiling something and Clarke watching with a huge grin. It make Lexa smile, too. She sneaked away from the window, and once she had some distance between herself and the window, she sprinted down the path back to her house. It was a ten minute walk; a five minute run.

Lexa stopped by the front of her house, listening for any noises from inside. She heard her mother talking with her father and slowly pulled the door open, trying not to make a scene. Before she could step foot in the house, her parents turned to look at their daughter, caught red-handed, trying to sneak back into the house.

"Leksa, where have you been?" Her father was the first to speak. She swallowed a lump in her throat and thought of an excuse.

"I was hunting." She lied, trying her best not to sound suspicious.

"Why are you home so late?" Her mother joined in. Lexa looked down, not knowing what to say. She heard her father sigh.

"I hope you weren't seeing those sky people, again." Her father said, anger coating each word. Lexa bit into her tongue and stayed silent.

"Kamp raun yu room (go to your room)." Her mother scolded her. Lexa hurried down the hall and into her small, cluttered room. She sat on her bed, that much resembled a cot, and placed her chin in her hands. She knew she should stop spying on Clarke if she wanted to stay out of trouble, but Lexa was greedy. She wanted more than to watch the girl. She wanted to meet her.

A/N: This is my first The 100 fic and I hope you enjoy it. Reviews are gladly accepted.