West Ark High

Sweep You Off Your Feet

Bellamy knew he didn't have to hide.

After all, this was a public school open to the public for a public event. He had no reason to feel uneasy enough to hide in order to not get caught. Except that this school was Mount Weather Prep and just the smell was nauseating. How much worse and humiliating it would be if they got caught by someone who went here!

Today marked the first day of Quiz Bowl tournaments and it just so happened that Mount Weather was kicking it off this season against the Plains View Riders, which Octavia had filled him in on being a participant in the Conclave that Octavia would be fighting in come springtime.

Clarke had been a little anxious on how high they were going to have to step up their game in order to even come close to being a challenge against Mount Weather. In the few days that lead up to Mount Weather's first competition, Bellamy wore her down until she agreed to sneak in on them to watch. They had spent almost every waking moment with each other since Wells left so it hadn't been too hard to convince her.

The half hearted disguises were a little much, but Bellamy had to admit that it was fun. Clarke had a scarf looped around her head like a hood covering her curls and wire glasses at the edge of her nose. Bellamy sported thick rimmed glasses, a sweater vest, and khakis.

The hope was to look more like rich parents than middle class teenagers in order to dispel any suspicions of the other parents milling about. Unfortunately, it backfired.

Apparently the rich liked to point out the new guys, and started harping on him and Clarke in over friendly tones: "Which kid is yours?" "You both look so young! What's your secret?" "How long have you been married?" "Oh, dearie, he looks like a keeper." "Better hold onto that one, son, otherwise I might try to get a hold of her! Hah!"

Clarke had thought quick and told them that they had forgotten to bring flowers for their son (after noting that the other parents had all brought something for their kids) and that they would be out and back in a snap. She grabbed Bellamy's hand and dragged him outside to his car where they say in silence for a few seconds before erupting into laughter.

They had sat in the car, the heat blasting, for close to twenty minutes before sneaking their way back into the auditorium where they now sat in the very back. The last thing they needed was for someone to recognize them after that fiasco.

"I can't believe how hard it was to get into a public school." Clarke was hyperventilating slightly from their mad sprint across the cold parking lot. She pulled back her hood, the top of her head poking through. "God, I hate these people."

Bellamy snorted in agreement. "Can't argue with that one."

Cage was up first against a Riders' girl. He had a twisted smile on his face; the same ugly smirk he had when he sent Clarke running out of the restaurant a few weeks ago. Bellamy wanted to punch him in the nose.

The mediator pushed his glasses into place. Bellamy wondered if he was a teacher at Mount Weather because even he carried himself with a pompous air. "The first question," he said, "What chemical element gives the blood of a lobster it's bluish tint?"

"Copper," Bellamy responded reflexively under his breath. Clarke nudged him with an impressed smile.

Cage slapped his buzzer calmly, the opponent clearly stumped already. "Copper."

"Correct," the mediator said. Bellamy rolled his eyes. "One point for Mount Weather."

Emerson was up next, this time against a boy with a thick neck. "Next question: in what country did cheddar cheese originate?"

"England, duh," Clarke murmured.

The boy slapped the buzzer. "Wales."

"Incorrect," the mediator said.