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Clarke smiles as she looks down at her buzzing phone, seeing her friend’s name flash across the screen before sliding her thumb over to answer it.
She doesn’t even get the chance to say hello before Raven’s talking.
“Okay, so I got your snaps,” she begins before explaining, “but there was no way I was going to be able to give my full opinion in less than 15 seconds so I figured this was easier.”
“Alright. What’s the verdict?” she replies as she walks out of the fitting room in Victoria’s Secret.
“I’m liking the lace ones.”
“They were cute right?” Clarke says with a smile before putting back half the bras in her hand. “The black or the pink?”
“I liked them both,” Raven answers on the other line. “What did O have to say?”
“She hasn’t responded.”
“What a bitch.”
“I know, right?” Clarke says with a laugh, holding the remaining two bras in her hands while keeping her phone wedged between her shoulder and ear. “I’m gonna go for the black lace one. It’s a classic right?”
“You can’t go wrong with black lace.”
“Plus they had a super cute matching thong-“
“I think you can skip the snapchat on that one,” Raven offers with a laugh.
Clarke rolls her eyes. “You love it, don’t lie.”
“I’m hanging up now.”
“Bye Ray,” she says as she steps into line. “Talk to you later.”
--
Sometime after one in the morning, Clarke is dozing off on her futon while Grey’s Anatomy plays in the background. These are the times she’s grateful that the housing office never got around to finding her a replacement roommate after her original one backed out.
Her phone buzzes and she groans, feeling her way across the blanket settled on top of her as she searches for the device.
Cravin’ Ravin’ Reyes:
HAVE YOU SEEN O’S STORY ON SNAPCHAT
Clarkiepoo:
Give me a sec
Wait
I’m confused
Who are all of these people she’s hanging out with?
And why is she studying polysci?
I thought she was going to a rager tonight???
Cravin’ Ravin’ Reyes:
She is?????
I don’t know what story you’re looking at
Unless by all these people you mean giant hunk of muscle
And by studying polysci you mean doing body shots
Clarkiepoo:
We are definitely not watching the same thing
Legallybrunette
Right?
Cravin’ Ravin’ Reyes:
Legalbrunette
Clarke freezes as it hits her. She’d sent pictures of her boobs to a complete stranger today. Quickly sitting up, she pulls on a sweatshirt and doesn’t even bother pausing her tv before she’s out the door.
Raven answers her door around the eighth frantic knock.
“I swear to god if y-“ Raven steps out from behind the door and sees Clarke standing before her. “Griff? What are you doing?”
“I sent some stranger tit pics on snapchat,” Clarke states. And it’s as though admitting it out loud causes the reality of it to set it. She’s shaking her head, her mouth just barely open in disbelief.
Raven crosses her arms and nods for a moment, as though contemplating this statement. “Come in.”
Her stoic composure disappears the second the door closes behind the pair though, and Raven is doubled over in laughter. “Oh my god. This is great.”
“Raven,” Clarke groans, her hand covering her eyes. “What the hell am I supposed to do?”
It takes another minute or so for Raven to finally calm down, wiping away a few tears as she tries to not crack up again. “Okay, okay I’m done. I’m good.“ She takes a deep breath and leans against the counter. “I guess the first thing to ask is, did this lucky stranger open the snaps?”
//
“Come on Lexa,” Anya calls from the doorway, “it’s gonna be fun.”
“I need to study,” she mumbles in response from her desk.
“You need to get laid.”
At this, Lexa turns in her swivel chair before letting her upper body collapse onto her bed with a groan. “Anya. I’m doing perfectly fine.”
“You really need to work harder at making your namesake proud. Elle Woods would be ashamed.”
Lexa huffs, trying her best not to crack a smile. Ever since Anya had made the connection between Lexa’s name and career goals with those of a certain pink-loving law student, it’d been her favorite way to tease Lexa. The only reason she tolerated it was because graduating at the top of her class from Harvard Law would be pretty awesome. She could live with the jokes if she got a similar result.
“Elle Woods had cooler friends,” Lexa finally retorts.
“Mhm,” the blonde hums. “Sure. Well don’t do anything too crazy while I’m gone.” She turns to leave, but quickly reverses the movement. “On second thought. Go insane. It would be a welcome change. Let your pretty little pre-law self go wild for once.”
Lexa simply raises an eyebrow in response.
Lexa’s phone buzzes against the wood of the desk, and both girls turn their attention to it.
“Send whoever that is some nudes or something.”
“Fuck off,” Lexa replies, although she can’t quite hide the grin stretching across her lips.
Anya shoots up her middle finger as she turns and walks from the room and Lexa rolls her eyes, chuckling before fully lifting herself back off her bed. Reaching for her phone, she leans back in the chair and checks who’d just been trying to get ahold of her.
She looks down at her screen with furrowed brows. Wracking her brain, she tries to recall who she knows that would be “skygirlgriffin”, but can’t seem to place a face or name to it. Whoever the person is though, they’ve sent her four snapchats in a row, and although she could wait and ask her friends, curiosity gets the best of her.
Lexa immediately freezes as she takes in the picture before her. A gorgeous girl that she’s certainly never seen before is staring back at her, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a very lacy pink pushup bra.
'What do you think?' is all the message reads.
Lexa swallows hard, her cheeks reddening as the timer runs out on the first photo.
Before she even has a second to process it, a similar picture is in its place, although this time with a bra that makes this girl’s boobs look somehow even better than they had before.
On the third she definitely intends to skip ahead, but is immediately distracted by the stranger’s tongue poking out playfully between the her teeth as she captures the photo, and by the last one she’s honestly just in too much shock to do anything other than stare at her phone.
She’s not sure how long she sits there, staring at what is now just a list of the recent snapchats she’s sent and received, but it’s definitely somewhere north of five minutes.
As she finally begins to gather her thoughts, the realization of the situation hits her. She was just sent tit pics. Like, really great tit pics. From a really hot girl.
What was the protocol for this sort of thing? Should she send some sort of reply? Sending off a ‘who is this?’ seems a bit rude after what she just received. Perhaps she should send a quick message to let the girl know she’d sent them to the wrong person. But what would she take a picture of to go with it? Anya’s cat? Her notes sitting upon her desk? Her own boobs?
Lexa looks down for a moment before she shakes her head, dismissing the idea. With a hand running through her hair she does her best to slow her thoughts. She just won’t respond. That way she can forget it ever happened and move on. It’ll be easy.
//
Reaching into the bowl of popcorn she’s made, Clarke lazily browses her phone. Seeing that Octavia has updated her story, she taps on the screen watching her crazy friend in the midst of what appears to be a pull up competition from the looks of it with the same crazy ripped dude she’d been spending time with ever since that party last week. Lincoln, she remembers Octavia saying, as the picture switches to one of Raven on Octavia’s back, the pair laughing.
Immediately from there, the image changes to the cover of a political science textbook, and Clarke knows right away whose snapchat story has to have been next in line. Her thumb is over the screen, ready to swipe away. After all, she doesn’t even know this girl that she’s already probably creeped out enough. She changes her mind as the picture switches.
On her screen is a girl, a slight smile on her lips as she stares straight ahead. She has a few small braids in her otherwise down, wavy, brown hair and a cup in her hand as she sits on a couch.
‘I stole her phone, every1 keep your mouths shut’ the caption reads.
Is this the person whose snapchat she’d mistaken for O’s?
Next up comes a video of the same girl. This time among a few other people, playing what appears to be Cards Against Humanity.
“Well of course I’m choosing ‘the homosexual agenda’,” the brunette from the last picture states proudly.
“She is the homosexual agenda, Gustus,” replies a voice from somewhere off screen, probably from whoever’s holding the phone.
“I am the-“ the girl begins before furrowing her brow in what has to be the cutest expression of puzzlement Clarke’s ever seen. “Hey, I have other qualit-“
When the video cuts off, Clarke is still smiling.
‘A wild Lexa in her natural habitat’ is captioned over the last video- a recording of the same girl, singing softly along with a song, a bright smile on her face. There’s a soft chuckle from behind the phone and then the girl is staring right at the camera with her green eyes.
“Anya, what the fuck are you doing?”
“Shit,” the other voice says, the phone seeming to move as the brunette- Lexa, reaches towards it. And then the video ends.
Clarke is still smiling as she swipes out of whoever’s story is next in line. After a quick google search to make sure a person can’t tell if you’ve viewed their story more than once, she rewatches it three more times.
Clarkiepoo:
I’ve got a problem
Cravin’ Ravin’ Reyes:
And I’ve got a solution
Alcohol
Octavia the Better Blake:
Problem solved
Clarkiepoo:
Not that kind of problem guys
Okay well maybe that kind of problem
I don’t even know anymore
Cravin’ Ravin’ Reyes:
Oh god
That bad?
Clarkiepoo:
You remember how I accidentally sent some stranger tit pics on snapchat?
Cravin’ Ravin’ Reyes:
You say that like it’s something I might forget
Octavia the Better Blake:
Good times good times
Clarkiepoo:
Guys
Octavia the Better Blake:
Sorry
We’re listening
Cravin’ Ravin’ Reyes:
Go on
Clarkiepoo:
Well you know how snapchat’s new update automatically goes from one story to the next?
I accidentally watched her story
Like 5 times
She’s super hot
And super gay
Help
Cravin’ Ravin’ Reyes:
Oh my god I wanna see
Clarkiepoo:
I’m not going to screenshot some random girl’s snapchat story
I’ve already sent her pics of my boobs
I don’t want to freak her out even more
Octavia the Better Blake:
Well did she block you?
Clarkiepoo:
No
Octavia the Better Blake:
Did she remove you from her friends?
Clarkiepoo:
No
Cravin’ Ravin’ Reyes:
Then you can’t have done anything too irreversible
Plus who wouldn’t love surprise Clarke Griffin boob pics
Clarkiepoo:
Raven
Cravin’ Ravin’ Reyes:
Sorry I’m just speaking the truth
Octavia the Better Blake:
It’s true. She is
Cravin’ Ravin’ Reyes:
I mean
Damn Clarke those bobbies
Clarkiepoo:
I know right
Should I send her more?
Octavia the Better Blake:
Alright I’m gonna have you slow it down right there
Cravin’ Ravin’ Reyes:
But really get your ass over here
I wanna see pics of this girl
//
Lexa about chokes on her bacon when she looks down at her phone.
Skygirlgriffin had viewed her story.
What did that mean?
Had it been intentional? Should she say something? Should she go watch the girl’s story now?
“God, Lex. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Lexa is drawn out of her mid-morning panic, turning to face the older girl now standing behind her chair at the table, although she doesn’t speak.
Anya rolls her eyes. “Oh my god. Stop being emo and share your feelings.”
Lexa sets her phone down and reaches for her orange juice in front of her. “You’re one to talk.”
“Hey, do as I say, not as I do.” Anya takes a seat beside her, stealing Lexa’s last bacon slice from her plate. “Now spill.”
Lexa groans, but finally admits defeat as she meets Anya’s eyes. “There’s this girl.”
Anya’s smile widens at this piece of information. “Is she from school? Or from the gym? The library?”
“Snapchat,” Lexa answers wistfully.
“I’m sorry, what?”
Lexa sighs. “You have to promise not hold this over me for all of time.”
“Oh,” the blonde starts with a chuckle, leaning back in her chair, “this is gonna be good.”
Lexa glares at her and Anya rolls her eyes in defeat. “Alright, alright. I’ll do my best.”
“This girl is probably the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” Lexa begins. “But I think she sent me pictures on accident.”
“Do you have them? Can I see?”
“I’m not going to screenshot pictures of a topless stranger, Anya.”
It takes everything inside the older girl not to burst out laughing. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. I’m gonna stop you right there.”
Realizing what she’s said, Lexa’s cheeks turn a bright shade of pink. “Not completely topless. She had a bra on an-“
“So have you met this girl before?”
Lexa shakes her head.
“Have you made literally any effort to contact her in any way, shape, or form since this happened?”
“Well it’s not like there’s a standard procedure for this sort of thing, An.”
“Has she tried to contact you at all since it happened?”
Lexa hesitates for a moment, looking down at her phone. “She watched my story today.”
Anya nods, taking in this information, before nudging Lexa’s side with her elbow. “Let’s watch hers.”
The brunette’s green eyes sneak a glance at her friend. “Is that weird?”
“Can’t be weirder than sending tit pics to a stranger,” Anya replies with a shrug.
On the screen of Lexa’s phone appears a video of three girls in a car singing loudly to some poppy song on the radio. The blonde one is holding the phone, her face right in the center.
“That’s her,” Lexa whispers.
She completely misses the way Anya’s eyebrows raise as she looks over at the younger girl.
Next comes a picture of a plate with both sushi and pizza on it.
And finally a picture of the blonde smiling at the camera, her tongue doing that thing again where it just barely pokes out between her teeth.
“Damn Lex, you’ve got it bad.”
Lexa closes the app and does her best to replace the smile on her face with a glare directed at Anya.