Lexa had barely woken up when her phone chimed. Eyes still closed, she groped blindly around on her nightstand, nearly knocking her lamp off, before her hand landed on her phone. She rubbed at her eyes and looked at the screen, blinking rapidly to adjust to the bright light. One new text message.
Good morning. This is your daily reminder that you are wonderful. Have a great day! XO
Lexa stared at the message from the unknown number. She had been receiving them all week. Three or four every day. One in the morning, a few throughout the school day, and then one each night before bed. She didnât have a clue who the messages were from, and the person was giving nothing away, but they assured her they had the right number. Sheâd tried to convince them they didnât when the messages first began, but the person had insisted.
She scrolled back up and reread a few of the messages sheâd received throughout the week.
In case you were wondering, youâre beautiful. Like, insanely beautiful.
You make me nervous, but in the best way. My heart races when I think about you.
I hope you know how incredible you are.
A sleepy sigh rolled across her lips as Lexa stretched out her limbs, joints popping, and then looked at the messages again.Â
You know, she typed, as nice as it is to be complimented several times a day, itâs starting to weird me out a little.
The reply came a moment later.
Iâm sorry. I donât want to weird you out. Would it help you to know that Iâm someone you know?
That didnât entirely surprise her, given the implication of some of the messages; the implication that the person had access to her of some kind. Lexa immediately began to consider everyone she was close to. The messages were way too nice to be from Anya. Too sappy to be from Raven. Too borderline romantic to be from Clarke. Too gay to be from Octavia. Plus, she had all of their numbers, so she knew it wasnât any of them. She didnât have a clue.
Youâre not a guy, are you? Because Iâm a lesbian.
She laughed when the reply came.
I said I know you, didnât I? Everyone knows youâre a lesbian, Lexa.
Lexa snuggled a little further under her covers and pulled the phone closer to her face. She had a few more minutes before she had to get up and shower for school.Â
Thatâs good to know, she typed. Are you planning on telling me who you are any time soon?
Iâm not ready yet, came the reply. Iâm still wooing you.
Laughter bubbled up Lexaâs throat and she shook her head against the pillow.
Oh, I know. But I think I can handle it.
And what if I find out who you are? Lexa grinned. I have excellent detective skills.
Iâve taken all the proper precautions to keep my identity secret, Detective. But feel free to try.
Lexa knew it was strange, but she couldnât help it. The messages made her happy. She would never admit it out loud, but they made her feel wanted and beautiful, special in some way. It was nice. She wouldnât be caught dead grinning like a fool in public, but for now, she couldnât stop smiling.
Lexa looked up from her bag as Clarke approached. Their lockers were side by side. Clarke bumped her hip against Lexaâs and then opened her locker.Â
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