Disclaimer & Warning: Don't own a thing. I love Ariana Grande's voice, but otherwise this entire story is made-up.

Crush

Mini Story for Valentine

I have been friends with Clarke for a while now, Anya and Indra have started to hang out with Clarke and her gang. It was like a merge of friend group, it didn't turn out well at first. Who am I kidding? It was a disaster of the century when we first started to hang out but that's a story for another day. We're all good now, and I think Anya had actually started liking someone…

The story today is about me, Valentine and my crush.

To be very honest, Anya called me a chicken sh** for being such a coward but it's not as easy as it sounds, you know? To just what? Ask my new friend, Clarke, would you be my Valentine? Maybe it is that easy, but rejection is a scary thing. I was born in a rich family, as you all know, that also translate to that I have never actually been rejected anything before. So rejection is a very alienated term for me.

So once again, I am going to hide and do little surprises and maybe a few grand gestures to show Clarke that I really like her, without actually coming out and say it to her myself. She won't even know who would be behind those gestures. She could make guesses and that's her choice.

I had actually asked before about the grand gestures she had received, she told me that at first she thought it was her ex-boyfriend trying to apologize to her and get back together with her. Although she also reassured me that she had no intention to get back together with her ex, he was the jerk of the century, apparently. Which I already knew, of course. He never deserved her. But after a few more surprises, she was sure that her ex did not do it, because… well, she didn't think he would or actually have the money to do what the admirer did and also the admirer was a little too thoughtful to be him.

I was happy to hear it, it was then that I actually have any confirmation that she liked my surprises. From then on, I tried to spend as much time as I could with her, without being creepy, clingy or anything like that. I pined over every word she ever told me, I remembered every single dislikes and likes she let me know. I was always chivalrous.

Oh wait, sorry, we're not here to talk about how foolishly head over heels in love I am with her. Right, this is about Valentine's Day, which is today. I have spent so much time planning for this, now all I can do is wait and see the fruit of my hard work.

So, Valentine morning, I had been sure that no one had asked Clarke to be their Valentine. Well, actually there were a few brave souls and even her ex-boyfriend asked but she rejected all of them. Yikes, rejection…

I waited for Clarke at the school gate and walked with her to her locker. When she opened it, she was flooded with love letters from dozens of students who had slipped them into her locker. I clenched my jaw and helped her pick up the love letters, I did not realise that my surprise would be hindered by so many love letters. Then again, I should have known, Clarke is incredibly attractive. After I handed her all the letters, she took them and threw all of them into the bin. I was almost surprised, but I kept my face neutral. At that moment, I was just relieved that I had not written a love letter.

After that, she went back to her locker and in there, was a lunch box, a thermos with a note attached and a box of chocolate. Of course they were from the sincerest me. Her eyebrow twitched slightly as she picked out the note. I did not need to see it to know what was written there: 'Clarke, Happy Valentine's Day. I prepared these for you, hoping that you would not have packed your lunch today. I hope you like them.' She had a small secretive smile on her face and her eyes lit up.

I know this is extremely outrageous but I actually felt a surge of jealousy rush through my veins. I had been the one to prepare it and it had made Clarke smile but she didn't know that it was me…

I asked her curiously, "Is this the secret admirer?"

"Yeah," She looked at me, with sparkles in her eyes still.

"This person is always so thoughtful and I woke up late this morning and didn't manage to pack my lunch. Somehow my alarm did not go off," She explained. I could feel myself brimming with pride, patting myself on the back for a job well done. I had gone over to Clarke's house yesterday to study and when she left to bring us some snacks, I had messed with her alarm to go off late.

"Huh… wow, this admirer seems to know you very well," I commented as she peeked into the lunch box and saw all her favourite food inside. She put it back and unscrewed the thermos cap to find her favourite soup and then the chocolate was an expensive branded chocolate. I had thought of making my own chocolate for her, but I soon found out that I had no talent for making chocolate thus I just ordered them online.

"I believe so, yes. Sometimes it makes me wonder if I know this admirer…" She rubbed her chin with her hand, in her usual pondering look. This wasn't the first time I had done all these sweet surprises for her since I first talked to her.

I gulped nervously but inaudibly, "Or this admirer is just way too clever."

"Maybe…" She flashed me a bright secretive smile as if she knew something I didn't before she slammed her locker door shut and we went to class. I was almost afraid that she knew I was the one… but no, that wasn't possible, I had always been careful and left no evidence that could be led back to me.

During lunch time, she ate the food I prepared for her. She moaned in appreciation of the savoury food. Trying to be as discreet as possible, I asked her, "Clarke, do you mind if I have a piece of your chocolate? I know it's from your admirer, but I love that chocolate."

She smiled cheekily at me and took out the expensive chocolate I gave her. I chose the piece just right of the center piece and ate it. It was really delicious. Clarke stared at me as I ate my piece, she had a sort of unreadable expression on her face. I would have started sweating if I was one of those people who sweat easily. Then, just as suddenly, she smiled a little at me and took the center piece. She bit into it and something was buried in the middle.

She quirked an eyebrow and took it off as she devoured the rest of the chocolate. It was a tiny capsule, she opened it to reveal six tickets to a concert of one of her favourite bands for tonight.

"Oh my god…" She covered her mouth in surprise.

"What's that, Clarke?" I acted out my most curious look, Octavia and Raven peeked over Clarke's shoulder to see what she was holding.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me? Are those premium tickets to Ariana Grande's concert for tonight?" Octavia screeched, being a huge fan herself.

"And there are six of them too," Raven gasped.

"Your admirer is really something, Clarke," Octavia chimed in again.

"It looks like we can all go together," Anya gave me a surreptitious glance before she gave a bright smile to Clarke.

That evening, I had my driver drive a limousine and picked up Clarke and all our friends to go to the concert.

We had front seats and extremely close to the stage. To be honest, I find the concert slightly fun since it was my first concert but also exceedingly boring. I sat through it because Clarke is a big fan of the singer.

When the concert was finally over, Clarke had gotten a picture of all of us with Ariana Grande and personally autographed. We walked out of the grand hall and when we were just about to get in the limousine. We heard explosions and bright flashes. We looked up to find fireworks, we all stopped, stood there and watched.

It was beautiful, I felt someone's hand brushed the back of mine. I did not need to see to know who it was. That soft skin belongs to her, my crush.

Finally, when it looked as if the fireworks display was almost over. Dozens of them blasted into the sky, with words written: 'Clarke, Happy Valentine's Day!"

I had been staring at Clarke's face for a while now, instead of the firework show. I could see her beaming smile and bright eyes as she saw the last fireworks written words. She finally met my eyes after, I felt her fingers interlacing with my own. I gulped loudly and worriedly, she could not have known, could she? She's looking at me like I have done something amazing for her. Then she leaned in… she gave me a soft chaste kiss on my lips.

I felt my entire body come alive, my face getting hotter. I was pretty sure the red reached my ears and neck. I gaped like a fish for a few moments when she finally spoke up, "Happy Valentine's Day, Lexa."

She then tugged me to get into the car with our friends.

Happy Valentine's Day, indeed. I thought to myself at the end of the night.

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, readers :)