“So, you hate a lot of people, right?”
Bellamy looks up from his DS to find that Clarke Griffin has seated herself across from him, looking surprisingly at ease given he’s never seen her out here before. As a rule, the only people who come out to the benches behind the gym are cutting class, and he didn’t think she did that.
“Is that a pickup line or what?” he asks, frowning. “Do you have a follow up?”
“Kind of and yes.” She regards him. “Do you hate Ontari?”
“I do, yeah.”
“She hates me too. And you.”
“Glad we’re all on the same page,” he says, even though he doesn’t really hate Clarke. Mostly, he doesn’t really know Clarke that well. Depending on what she’s like, he could go either way. “And?”
“She bet me that I was too much of a sad nerd to ever land a boyfriend, which is bullshit. And when I told her I could, she told me it had to be you.”
“How did you even get into this conversation?” He doesn’t really get female social dynamics, but even taking that into account, this feels like kind of a lot.
“We’re both on the planning committee for the winter formal. She was telling me all the boring organizational shit I could do the night of because I clearly wouldn’t have a date.”
“So you want me to go to the winter formal with you to spite Ontari?”
“And on a couple other dates beforehand. I want to really sell it.”
She sounds so earnest, he doesn’t know quite what to say. “You want to convince her that this is real?” he finally asks.
“Think of it as She’s All That, except instead of me pretending there is no bet, you’re in on it. Because that’s a way better way to handle that situation.”
high school fake dating au for bellarke, please! maybe nerd/punk or badboy!Bellamy/prep!Clarke, if you feel like it?
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