West Ark High

Let's Make A Deal

As Bellamy bolted from the classroom, he tried not to be too upset about the project.

There were a few pros to his predicament, first of which being that he was partners with Harper; she was cute to look at, always had an extra granola bar, and she was smart enough to carry her own weight for the project.

Not that the last part mattered all too much—Bellamy prefered doing partner work himself; that way, he knew he was going to get a good grade on the assignment. Everyone in the school may have viewed him as lazy with nothing to live up too, but Bellamy had plans.

Plans that didn't involve staying in Edison, New Jersey all of his life. Plans that required higher than a 2.0 GPA.

When Bellamy got to room 221 where the student-council meeting was set to be held, he was barely fazed by the blonde at the front of the room. Clarke was always first. Bellamy suspected that her apt to be first in the class was her subtle way of proclaiming to everyone else that she was in charge and no one had better cross her.

"You're here early," Clarke said without looking up from her book. The desks were neatly arranged in a circle with Clarke's podium at the head.

Bellamy snorted, settling into a desk on the opposite side of the circle as Clarke. "I could say the same about you, but I don't think it really constitutes to you any more."

Clarke's eyes narrowed but she didn't look up from her page. "And the barbarian does have a brain. I'd never have guessed it."

"Impressed by my vocabulary skills, huh? News flash, Princess: I'm not as dumb as you and everyone else takes me for."

"I don't think you're dumb; I just think that you lack a decent personality."

Her eyes remained glued to whatever novel she was reading, and Bellamy ignored her right back. It was just like Clarke to leave an insult hanging that he wasn't even sure how to respond too. So instead, he fished around in his bag for the half-empty Dr. Pepper he had stashed and pulled out his notebook.

When he started jotting down different notes about the Crusades, out of the corner of his eye, Bellamy noticed that Clarke had raised an eyebrow though she didn't say anything. He redirected his attention back on his notes. That's right. Let the princess be impressed.

Less than ten minutes had passed when the flow of student council members had made it's peak. Harper came in, only to take a seat near Clarke and engage in a conversation.

Fine, he thought. Go sit with her highness instead of sitting with your history partner.

Sterling and Fox filtered in a minute later holding hands. Then a pile of books slammed down to Bellamy's left and suddenly Miller was there. "Hey, dude."

"Hey." Bellamy ignored the unamused glare that Clarke and Harper were shooting in their direction. "I was wondering when you were going to show up."

Miller shrugged. "I didn't realize you were going to be here so— " he sat down on the desktop and glanced briefly at Clarke before turning back to Bellamy. "—early. Oh, I got you bro. The princess is quite the catch."

Bellamy rolled his eyes. "As if I'd ever have feelings for Clarke."

Miller laughed, "Yeah, that's true. I don't think that'll ever happen. Especially with Wells in the way."

Bellamy grinned along, but he wasn't so sure about where Wells stood in the Clarke equation anymore. They hadn't seemed too close from what he had observed over the last few weeks, but it was possible that he was mistaken. He hadn't been paying that much attention. "Where's Monroe?"