"Wait, slow down. What the hell are you asking me to do?" Clarke asked, narrowing her eyes and slowly dropping her sandwich onto her paper bag. She honestly couldn't believe what she was hearing.

Octavia tapped her long, manicured nails against the lunch table, sighing. "God, it's not that hard to understand. It's just Bellamy we're talking about."

"Yeah, except you're asking me to date him. I'm going to have to pass on that one." Clarke snorted and took a sip of water.

It wasn't that she totally hated Bellamy Blake. Okay, so maybe she did. Just a little bit. There was no distinct moment that caused her to hate her best friend's brother, but rather a chain of events involving a sloppy joe, a root beer spilt all over his copy of Bulfinch's Mythology (it was an accident, okay?), and two snarky attitudes that in no matter what situation, clashed. And besides, his cockiness was downright annoying. They'd kill each other the moment they were in a room alone.

"Claaarke!" Octavia whined, pressing her lips into a line. "You know my mom's rule about dating! Lincoln wants to take me out, you know. Sailing. Sailing, Clarke! Did you even hear me? By rejecting this idea, you're practically telling me that you don't even care about my feelings. Come on! I'm a junior and I've never even kissed a guy, do you know how many other girls here can say that? None of them!"

It was true, take away Octavia's dramatic flare to the situation. Aurora Blake had instilled a rule into the younger Blake that she would never date till Bellamy did. And that meant never, judging by the fact that Bellamy would rather die than give Ark high's male student body the satisfaction of going out with her.

Once, when Octavia had forced Clarke over to decide what to wear on her date with Finn, she had challenged her mother's rule, only to get a retort like kissing isn't what keeps me up to my elbows in placenta all day long. Ever since, Octavia had gone to drastic measures to prove her mother wrong in small ways.

It seems that her newest development in her plan would be this. And Clarke Griffin was not going to assist in this, no way. Not when it was Bellamy Blake that she'd have to be kissing, pretending that his jokes were funny, listening to his boring history facts. Not in a million years.

"Octavia, have you forgotten that your brother and I hate each other, or has it completely left your mind?"

Octavia bit her lip, cringing. "He doesn't totally hate you."

"Have you forgotten the time he 'accidentally' threw a sloppy joe in my hair?" Clarke still had stains on the dress Octavia had guilted her into purchasing.

Octavia held in a laugh. "Yes, and so has he, Clarke! Come on. For me?"

"Even if I were to agree to this plan-" Clarke started, but was quickly interrupted by Octavia's squeal.

"Oh my god, so you'll do it? You really will?" She was practically jumping up and down in the plastic seat, grinning wildly from ear to ear.

"God, no. But I mean, for real, O. Do you really think that I could manage to seduce that inflated ego of his when he hates my guts?" Clarke pictured herself flirting with Bellamy and suddenly felt a wave of nausea roll through her. Then she pictured him actually flirting back and nearly threw up at the thought. No thank you.

"Never say never," Octavia crooned.

"I'm going to have to say it. Never."

Octavia gave her a look Clarke's known since they met at the age of ten and eleven: she widened her large green eyes till they practically took up her entire face, sticking her bottom lip out just a smidge, pleading. She even nudged her half empty can of Arizona tea into her side of the lunch table.

Unfortunately, that was the look that always gave Clarke a moment of weakness. And she really, really liked Arizona tea.

"So if I do this…" And before she could finish her sentence, Octavia was already hopping over to hug Clarke tight enough to knock the air right out of her.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! God, you don't know what this means, Clarke. And I mean, Bell isn't really that bad. You'll see."

"You're lucky I love you," Clarke grumbled, already feeling a headache on the rise. "And you're helping me with college apps for this."

Octavia waved her off. "Love you too babe."

What the hell have I gotten myself into?