Disclaimer: I do not own any part of this show which is taking over my life.

A/N: We've all come across this prompt at least once on tumblr right? Yeah. I came across it one too many times and just went "fuck it, i have to write it".

I've put my own little twist on it though. Basically you get the tattoo on your 18th birthday (kinda cliche, i know but roll with it). So obviously, Lexa gets hers first and is very much confused because "Clarke? But I'm gayer than the rainbow?". And yeah Clarke doesn't know yet but she thinks Lexa's really cute.

So there's going to fluff. And a lot of Clexa. Like a lot.

"But it's a guy's name." Lexa said into her phone as she walked up the steps to her school.

"Are you sure?" Her older sister asked from the other end.

"Do you know any girls named 'Clarke'?"

"Clarke…" Anya repeated the name, thinking. "You may be right…But something like that can't be wrong."

"I don't know, Anya," Lexa responded. "The universe or god or whatever seems to hate me, so why not fuck with me over this too?"

"Don't be like that." She told her sister. "It'll make sense eventually."

"I doubt it," Lexa muttered. "But I have to go."

With that they hung up as Lexa walked in through the front doors and made her way to her locker. As she pulled out her books, she thought back to last night and how she was excited to find out the name she was going to find on her body the next morning. But when Lexa woke up and found the letters on the skin over the last two ribs on her left side this morning, she was more confused than anything else. Lexa thought she was reading it wrong without her glasses, but putting them on made no difference. Clarke. Her mom was the first person to know and she was equally as confused as her daughter. And Anya was the second person – and only other person – to know.

She couldn't stop thinking about it, because if Lexa knew one thing about herself, it was that she wasn't straight – or bisexual, or pansexual or anything that would explain her soul mate being a guy. The only time she wasn't thinking about it since waking up, was during her second period – it was math and Lexa couldn't really afford to not be paying attention; its not that she didn't like it, she just didn't get half the things they were doing. But other than that, she didn't have classes where she couldn't zone out for a couple of minutes even though it wasn't intentional.

Lexa was sitting at her usual table in the library rereading Mockingjay for the third time. It was halfway through lunch and she didn't have anything better to do, also Lexa wanted to read it again before watching it. She turned the page she'd just finished reading when her phone vibrated in her pocket. Lexa placed her bookmark on the page and closed the book, she looked around to make sure there wasn't a teacher around before pulling out her phone.

It was a text from Anya letting her know that she was going to be home later tonight and asked Lexa whether she was coming back straight after school. Anya was about a state over in Pennsylvania, studying social and political history at Carnegie Mellon University but had decided to drive over for the night because it was Lexa's birthday and she didn't have a class the next morning. Lexa sent out a quick reply letting her know she didn't have anything after school today, so she would be home right after. It was pleasant surprise really; she hadn't expected Anya to be coming over today.

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"Mom you can't be serious." Clarke said, sitting across the table from her mom over breakfast.

"This job is a big deal, I can't turn it down." Her mom told her, taking a sip of her coffee.

"But DC is on the other side of the country."

"I am aware."

"Can we at least wait till this school year's over?" She tried.

Abby shook her head. "By the end of the month. Everything is already in place there for us, we just need to pack up."

Clarke rolled her eyes, getting up from her chair. "I'm going to be late, I have to go." Yes, Clarke understood that it was a big deal for her mom but she had her whole life here; school and friends and…a lot of things she didn't want to leave behind. And leaving a month into her junior year wasn't the best idea ever. It was bad enough as it was to be moving to DC from Seattle, but having to do that now made it worse.

Her friends were the first ones Clarke told, followed by her boyfriend who didn't seem as upset as she would've thought he'd be – but maybe that was a good thing. She spent a few hours after school with her friends at one of their places; they had a history test tomorrow and, yeah, no one other than Clarke had even bothered to open the book.

Abby had already started packing when Clarke got home. She helped her mom finish up with the living room before going to the kitchen. They had decided to put everything away other than the essentials they would need for the next few days.

"You're upset." Abby said after a while.

Clarke was leaning into a box, organizing the dishes inside it to make more room. "Wow mom, it's almost like you notice things." She said without looking up.

"Look at me, come on."

She brought herself up, looking at her mom questioningly.

"I am sorry about this, but I don't have a choice."

"I know." Clarke sighed. "Yes, mom, I am upset. I'm upset that we have to move, but I'm not upset with you about it…"

"I wouldn't blame you if you were."

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"You got your tattoo." Octavia commented as Lexa pulled of her training shirt.

Octavia Blake was probably the closest Lexa had to a friend. Sure, she was good with the entire team but Octavia was the only one who actually tried to talk to her. Lexa had taken a year off from school which made Octavia two years younger than her but only a year apart in school. They were both standing in front of their lockers after soccer practice.

"Yeah," Lexa nodded, pulling out a can of deodorant from her locker and removing the cap. "I think someone's messing with me."

"Why?"

"The name's 'Clarke'." Lexa didn't bother elaborating, figured it was self-explanatory.

Octavia laughed. "Well, maybe the universe doesn't know you're gay."

Lexa pulled on a clean t-shirt. "It should check before assigning a name. I don't think I even come off as straight anymore."

She shook her head. "Oh," Octavia suddenly remembered. "I haven't seen you around all day and…" She dug into her bag, looking for something. "Happy birthday." She handed Lexa a small, square envelop which was no more tha inch. It read 'Happy Birthday', written in blue ink in Octavia's handwriting.

Lexa was confused at first; she really didn't think anyone remembered let alone got her something. "Thank you. You didn't have to." She opened it, taking it from Octavia.

"I've only known you for like, a month, so this is the best I could do." She shrugged.

Lexa pulled out the small golden pin. A smile broke out on her face as she recognized the design. "A Mockingjay pin." She nodded, looking back at Octavia. "Thank you."

They were leaving tomorrow. It was strange how quickly the month had gone. Between all the packing and everything, Clarke barely got the chance to spend time with her friends. Packing the last bit of her stuff earlier tonight was a lot more difficult than she'd have thought it would been. This was where she grew up, every little memory – no matter how small or unimportant it may have seemed then – were all tied to this one place. Clarke remembers sitting on her bed after breaking her arm for the first (and last) time when she was six; the memory of that art competition she won when she was eight came rushing back when she looked at the wall where the certificate and drawing was framed and hung up until a few years ago; locking herself in her room after her dad died when she was ten; freaking out with her best friend about her first kiss when she was twelve; coming out to her mom when she was fourteen; her first time on this bed only last year…so many memories that she was leaving behind.

Clarke sat up on her bed, taking in a shaky breath and holding back the tears, how was she meant to sleep tonight? She thought she had her whole life figured out. She had friends, her teachers liked her, people at school liked her and she liked them. Even after college, Clarke had decided to come back here because for as long as she could remember, this was home. And now they were moving to the other side of the country where she didn't know anyone and nobody knew her. Her friends weren't there, all the people who cared about her and she cared about weren't there, they were all here. Her entire world was here. Clarke didn't know what she could even expect there and honestly, she wasn't too keen on finding out.

I don't wanna go. She told herself once again.

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The next few weeks were busy, it had been about two months since the school year started and everything was starting to get back on track…which meant assignments and tests and a lot of homework. On top of that, the first game of the season was next week and all of Lexa's time went either into studying or training. It was exhausting to say the least but at the same time, Lexa wasn't complaining. There was a certain satisfaction in studying for a test and getting a good grade, or spending hours every week in training and seeing herself improve. Also, she couldn't explain it, but there was something oddly calming about studying; it was one of the few times Lexa could tune out the entire world and focus on only one thing.

It had been two months since her tattoo appeared but it hadn't been on Lexa's mind other than the first week after. She was sitting in history – undoubtedly her favorite class – her mind on nothing other than the First World War when there was a loud knock on the classroom's door. It was too loud for it have been a student so Lexa sat up straight, slightly confused like the rest of the class when the door opened. Their principal walked in, followed by a blue-eyed blonde from whom Lexa had to tear her eyes away.

"Principal Jaha," Their teacher, Marcus Kane spoke. "To what do we owe this pleasure?"

"Remember the new student I was telling you about?" He asked their teacher. Lexa could barely make out what he was saying from her desk at the back of the class before Jaha left, leaving the blonde behind.

By then, Lexa had gone back to scribbling in her notebook. But was forced to look up when Kane spoke, introducing the new girl. "Class, this is Clarke Griffin…" Lexa didn't hear anything after that name because fuck. She quickly stopped herself from staring and went back to her notebook when Clarke started walking towards her.

Clarke gave the class a sheepish smile as a quiet chorus of 'hi's and 'hey's greeted her. The teacher introduced himself as Marcus Kane and pointed to the almost empty back row where only one person was sitting. And that one person was easily the cutest girl in the entire class. Oh god no.

"Clarke," She said to Lexa with a smile as she sat down on the desk next to her. "Hi."

"Lexa," She looked up with a small, awkward smile. "Hey,"

Clarke pulled out a notebook and pencil from her backpack before leaning over to Lexa. "What are we doing?" She whispered.

"World War One." She replied. If Clarke was going to sitting next to her three days a week, Lexa was going to have a problem. She went back to her notebook as their teacher continued to speak, picking up from where he'd been interrupted. Lexa could feel her cheeks heating up and she desperately told herself to calm down and get a grip but having Clarke right next to her made that very difficult. She was cute and her eyes were gorgeous and the name on Lexa's body was probably hers and she actually talked to her an-…this was going to be exhausting.

Clarke couldn't help but look over at the cute brunette to her left every few seconds despite telling herself not to. She seemed to be determined to write down every word that came out of their teacher's mouth. Lexa sat back in her chair, relaxed, but her left hand moved furiously on the notebook and her eyes flickered between the paper and the teacher at the front of the class. Clarke noticed how she scrunched her nose every few minutes to keep her glasses in place, it was cute – she was cute. Only the first day of school, Clarke, calm down. She told herself.

"You write fast." Clarke commented as the class ended and she put her things away.

Lexa nodded. "Terrible memory; helps to have it all written down." She stood up, slinging the bag over her right shoulder, most of the class was already gone.

Clarke followed. "Do you know where 107 is?" She asked Lexa uncertainly as they both walked to the front of the class.

Lexa thought for a moment, she was new here but if she did know where 107 was considering that's her physics class. "I'm pretty sure I do."

Clarke continued looking at her, waiting for directions.

"I'll walk you." Lexa said before her brain could think about it. What the fuck? A non-existent voice yelled at her. It was very much unlike her to be even talking to someone for longer than a couple of sentences let alone offer to walk them to their classroom…especially someone as cute as Clarke.

"Oh, you don't have to." They walked out of the classroom. "I don't want you to be late for class."

"It's fine, really." Lexa told. "And my class is like three doors down from yours."

They walked in silence for a little while, Lexa trying to come up with something to say because she didn't know when she'd get the chance to actually talk to her again but couldn't think of anything. So it was a relief when Clarke spoke.

"Could I maybe borrow your notes?" The hesitance in her voice caught her by surprise. "Because I had no idea what he was talking about and I'm like about 2 months behind on everything here."

"Yeah sure." Lexa nodded, doing her best to keep her voice normal. It was downright ridiculous how difficult it was for her to function normally around a remotely cute girl; and the fact that this was Clarke – possibly the Clarke – made it that much harder. "I'd give you my notebook but I don't think you can read my handwriting. But I have them all typed out – minus today's one – I can email them to you or put it on a memory stick…?" Wow, I'm actually talking to her.

"That'd be great." She smiled at Lexa and she couldn't help but return it. She noticed how Clarke's entire face lit up when she smiled and its was probably the most adorable thing she'd seen in a while.

By then, they'd reached Clarke's classroom and Lexa motioned towards the door. "This is you."

"Thanks." Clarke nodded. "I have a memory stick on me, I'll give it to you after class…?" She hesitated again, worrying whether Lexa would want to see her again after class.

Lexa nodded in response with a polite smile. "Sure."

A/N: So that's the first chapter. Let me know what you think because I always appreciate the feedback. Thanks for reading.