'You knew I needed them by today!' Bellamy is shouting, as per usual, his boxer's temperament coming out again. Clarke stepped in before he could punch Jasper in the face.

'Come on, Bellamy, it's alright,' she said, 'It's ok if we get it in tomorrow.'

'Is this still the men's rowing team photos?' piped up Octavia from her lounged position across two chairs, looking up from her phone.

'Yeah, Jasper can't get them all together for a picture,' Clarke explained, stepping out of the way, although Bellamy's stern eyes followed her.

'I'll do it,' said Octavia, a cheeky glint in her eye, 'Grab your coat, Jasper, we've got sailors to catch.'

Bellamy frowned, but then sighed and rolled his eyes.

'Clarke, this doesn't change the fact we have three weeks to go and only two articles ready,' said Bellamy, 'I'm editor-in-chief of this yearbook and if we don't get it done, I'll be a laughing stock.'

'No one's gonna laugh at you, Bellamy,' cut in Raven, 'We've all seen the muscles on you.'

Clarke drew a sharp breath, as she so often did around Raven. Things had been a bit awkward between them since Finn made out with Clarke while they were in the Amazon on a conservation project. When they got back to school after that summer, Raven had moved over from Chicago claiming a three-year relationship with Finn. (Bellamy was desperate to put in an 'embarrassing moments' page in the yearbook with just that event, described in great detail, but the rest of the team had talked him out of it.)

'Look, I think it might be time to take on a co-editor, Bellamy,' said Raven in a pacifying tone, because Bellamy's vision for the yearbook was all-consuming and individual, and sharing the responsibility would figure somewhere around being eaten by sharks on his list of things he'd like to do. 'So you can get articles in quicker and get this thing finished in time.'

Bellamy breathed deeply. 'Who?' he said, through tightly gritted teeth.

Raven smiled. 'Clarke.'

'What about her?'

Mrs Griffin came in, dumping a pile of exercise books (English) on the desk before looking up at the students. Her hair was falling from its clip onto her face, and her face was red – either sunburn from the netball tournament she'd refereed at the weekend or a flustered blush from running here.

'I'm so sorry I'm late, guys, how's everything going?' Mrs Griffin asked, but before anyone could even answer, her phone rang. 'I have to take this.'

She turned into the corner, and the three of them got back to their conversation, knowing that it would be a while before they had their teacher's attention again.

'I think it's better if I stay sole editor.' Said Bellamy bluntly.

'Of course you do,' said Raven, 'And the yearbook might be finished in 97 years' time.'

'It's just…' Bellamy looked pained, 'I have a vision for this yearbook, you know? I don't want someone else making decisions that don't fit.'

'You don't trust my judgement?' asked Clarke, tetchily.

'Bellamy, if you've actually looked at any of Clarke's designs this year, you'll realise she's got your design closer to your vision than your own attempts on Microsoft Paint,' said Raven (everyone was relieved Clarke had talked him out of using his own terribly-edited designs on the cover, taking the ideas from his designs and executing them perfectly herself in Photoshop.)

'It was provocative,' grumbled Bellamy. (It wasn't.)

'Look, Bellamy,' said Clarke, 'I like your artistic direction. I do. You have a great vision, and I would be delighted to follow it. But we're not getting anything done, and I can help take some of the weight off your shoulders.'

Bellamy looked at her, piercing her with his tense gaze, but didn't say anything.

'We're all stressed, Bellamy, you know, with college applications and SATs and everything, this is a hard time,' added Clarke. She hadn't thought about being editor, but now the idea was in the air, she reallywanted to do it. 'It'll be much less work if we share it.'

'I'm coping fine,' Bellamy muttered.

Mrs Griffin hung up.

'Sorry guys, what have you been discussing?'

Raven and Clarke hesitated only a moment too long before Bellamy cut in.

'We've decided Clarke should be co-editor with me.' He said.

'Ok, that's great,' Mrs Griffin nodded, 'How's it all going?'

'Well, that's why Clarke's getting a promotion,' said Raven, grinning.

'Fabulous. Well, places to be, people to see and all that,' said Mrs Clarke, she kissed Clarke on the head, even though her daughter squirmed, 'Well done baby, I'm so proud of you.'

When Clarke unrolled her eyes from the top of her forehead, Bellamy was smiling at her.

'Let's get to work, morons.'

A/N: Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed this ridiculous AU! More coming very soon, watch this space! Special thanks to Anna (Annlia on tumblr) for helping me come up with most of the headcanons in this universe, and then being kind enough to let me write it!