do you still take prompts? if so, how bout clexa going to a sports event and getting featured on the kiss cam
The entire arena roared a boastful cheer and Clarke looked around trying to figure out what caused the eruption of excitement.
Finn noticed the confusion on the girl’s face, “We just hit another three.” He said, his eyes already back on the court waiting to see how his favorite team would fare on this round of defense.
Clarke did not enjoy watching sports, let alone being surrounded by fifteen thousand screaming fans watching the game in person. In all honesty, Finn had been pestering her about going on a date ever since she accidentally got too drunk at a frat party and let the boy kiss her. When he sent her a text that his dad’s season tickets were up for grabs, she brushed it off. It wasn’t until her best friend squealed at the game in question. Lexa’s favorite team—the conferences underdog, naturally—was up against the leading team. She told Clarke to go, to take the date for her so at least one of them could “witness history when Polis beat Arkadia.”
Finn, the ever persistent puppy that wanted to forever impress the blonde, offered another ticket for Lexa to join them—if it meant Clarke would actually come, he didn’t care if she brought a friend to tag along. In his mind, Clarke with Lexa at her side was better than no Clarke at all.
Sounds of groans and booing peppered throughout the stadium—Clarke looked up and Polis had scored, then achieved a turnover as soon as Arkadia brought the ball across the half-court line. A few hints of cheers occured, and a smile drew over her lips as Lexa’s team sank another shot—bringing the game to a tie.
“This is bullshit,” Finn exhaled. “They suck. How is this even happening?”
Clarke eyed the boy, annoyed at the sound of his voice and wishing Lexa was back with their snacks—the only silver lining to any live sporting event, at least in the blonde’s mind, “I mean, they clearly don’t.”
“Are you rooting for Polis?” Finn quickly turned to face her, his face contorted into an expression between confusion and annoyance.
“Obviously,” Clarke shrugged. “They’re Lex’s favorite team.”
He wrinkled his nose, “But Arkadia is mine.”
Clarke raised a brow at the boy, “My loyalty is to Lexa, here.”
“But I brought you here,” he pointed out, the confusion was still ever-present in his demeanor.
“She went to get me snacks, though,” Clarke shrugged again, before looking over her shoulder for any sign of Lexa.
The truth of the matter was that Finn could have offered Clarke front row tickets to anything she could have dreamed of, and the blonde wouldn’t have accepted. The only reason she was sitting exactly where she was that day was because of the spark of excitement that lit up Lexa’s brilliant green eyes at the prospect of Lexa being able to tag along. Clarke knew that the brunette had a distaste for the boy, but she also knew that Lexa understood that she had zero interest in him. If the two could use the outing as an excuse for Lexa to enjoy the game and for Clarke to enjoy some nachos and freshly popped popcorn, then so be it.
Just as Finn was about to open his mouth—likely to make another asinine comment—the sound of a long buzzer went off. Clarke didn’t know much about sports, but it didn’t take long for her to realize they were now in half-time. Her eyes scanned the crowd again, and she finally saw Lexa making her walk through flocks of people flooding to get more beer and snacks and make a bathroom break. Instantly Clarke’s eyes lit up, thankful that the brunette was finally returning back to their seats.
“There you are,” Clarke smiled, as Lexa started handing her various little cardboard trays and a rather large plastic cup.
“Sorry,” Lexa finally took a seat. “That took longer than expected.”
“Was it super crowded?” Clarke asked. Now that Lexa had returned to her place, the blonde’s back was fully facing Finn and her undivided attention was at the brunette with the beautifully-flowing chestnut waves.
Lexa shook her head, “No, not really. The first place I went only had bottles of soda, so I walked around trying to find a stand with fountain soda because I know you like that better.”
Clarke jokingly batted her lashes at the confession, “My hero.”
Lexa rolled her eyes and brushed her off, “Please. It was just so I wouldn’t have to get up again. What’d I miss? I see we’re tied.”
“We are,” Clarke chimed. “And hopefully Polis takes a huge lead soon so we won’t have to stay the whole time.”
“We’re staying the full time,” Clarke heard both Lexa and Finn say.
She finally looked towards the boy, “You know I hate sports.”
“Yeah, but you’re still here,” he offered a sly grin, still not understanding that the blonde wanted nothing to do with him nor his fancy seats to the game.
“Because Lexa wanted to come,” she offered as a reminder. “I would be perfectly happy at home right now.”
The three sat in an awkward silence, Lexa was holding back a grin at Clarke’s latest remark to Finn. Finn was fumbling around on his phone, and Clarke was mindlessly watching the footage on the jumbotron. It was going from random commercials, to short interviews of a few important looking people on the floor, to the home team's dancers putting on some sort of halftime show. After their routine ended, the dancer’s cheered their way back to the locker room entrance and a voice boomed through the speaker system.
“Alright, Arkadia Arena—it’s time for everyone’s favorite halftime segment. Give us a cheer if you’re ready for the Arkadia Kiss Cam!”
Random bursts of cheering exploded throughout the arena and Clarke shook her head at the sound. Suddenly, noises of hooting and hollering came from the boy to her left, leaving a look of distaste and disdain crawling all over her face.
“Finn, what the fuck are you doing?” Clarke quipped.
He ignored the blonde and leaned behind her to get Lexa’s attention, “Ready to be a third wheel, Woods? The cameras always pan this way.”
Lexa raised a brow at his question and remark, then turned to her friend before pointing to the huge screen above the court, “Saddle up, Griff. Looks like he wasn’t kidding.”
Clarke’s eyes immediately darted up to the jumbotron and saw that Lexa wasn’t playing around—she was staring at a video feed of Finn starting to close his eyes and make his way to close the small gap between his face and her own.
In one swift movement, she pushed the boy away and muttered, “No fucking way.”
In a turn of events, she immediately turned around to face Lexa—the sound of laughter started to fill the arena at the sight, the cameraman definitely knew something was coming and didn’t want to miss the moment. Clarke offered her a smile, one more bashful than she could have anticipated, and brought her hand to the back of Lexa’s neck before bringing their lips gently together.
Dazed by what just happened, Lexa pulled away before she even had a chance to kiss her friend back. It took one look into the sea of Clarke’s blue eyes to realize this wasn’t just a show for their audience of fifteen thousand. Lexa returned the smile that was looking back at her and brought Clarke in for a second kiss. It was soft, it was gentle, it was something she didn’t realize she had been wanting.
They were met with the sounds of the full arena cheering and clapping until the camera finally made its way elsewhere.
Lexa grabbed Clarke’s hand and gave it a soft squeeze, before turning to the boy next to the blonde who was in total shock, “Who’s the third wheel now, Collins?”
