Hey! I was supposed to post this yesterday, but I'm super sick. :( I'm on like five different pills, and basically a mess. But no matter how sick, I will write fanfic for the 100! And watch the 100. Holy shit, that episode! Lexa smiling! Very disappointed with Bellamy. :/

Enjoy this chapter!


Anya walked into her geometry class, taking a seat in the back and trying not to show how bored she felt. This was the one class she didn't share with Lexa, because that little nerd was in trigonometry for being "advanced". Nerd. Lexa shared that class with Indra because it was a class for juniors. Anya sighed, doodling on the corner of her page instead of taking notes. She'd probably just cheat her way through this year.

A desk was slowly pushed next to hers, and Anya was surprised to see the girl that had attempted to hit on her sit down.

"Whats up Cheekbones." Raven grinned. "Missing your other half?"

"Anya." Anya replied, smirking.

"Excuse you," Raven frowned slightly. She had thought she had made somewhat of an impression on the taller girl yesterday. Its not everyday a beautiful hispanic woman gives you her name and a great pickup line.

"My name." Anya clarified. "Anya Forest. I couldn't forget someone as beautiful as you, Reyes." She winked at the hispanic, to which Raven would deny blushing.

She totally blushed.

"Oh. Oh, I totally knew that." Raven said.

"You seem like a smart one. Why aren't you in advanced placement?" Anya asked.

Raven smiled at the compliment. "I appreciate that, thanks Cheekbones." She ignored the correction of "Anya". "Science is my forte. Math, is the literal devil. So, is Jawline in AP?"

Anya let out a laugh. "Jawline, huh? Lex will love that…" She snickered, before nodding. "Yeah, that little geek is in basically all advanced classes. I am too, but not in math."

"Just like me." Raven bat her eyelashes. Anya laughed again. She hadn't laughed this much with a stranger in a while. "So…you and Lexa, huh?"

"What?" Anya raised an eyebrow.

"All of my friends think you two are dating." Raven lied. It was only Clarke. But Clarke's oblivious when it comes to love. Seriously, chick had no radar at all.

"We made out twice but thats it." Anya said honestly with a shrug. "We're too similar to date. We'd end up killing each other."

"I feel that way with Clarke and I." Raven said, subtly throwing out how she was single. And gay.

"It's a shame someone like you is single." Anya grinned at Raven. What could she say? The girl was cute, single, and into women.

"I could say the same for you," Raven flirted. "My friend Bellamy is throwing a party on Friday. You and your friends are invited."

"You sure Bellamy wants us there? Him and Murphy…" Anya trailed off, trying not to sneer or scowl or frown. Bellamy had rubbed her the wrong way. He seemed to see the world in black and white, us and them, good and bad. Even a year older than her, she felt as if she was more mature than him.

"I don't care." Raven declared. "Because Octavia seems to like you and your friends, and as her sister she has a right to invite whoever to their house. Also, I like you and would like to see you outside of school."

"I'll talk to everyone about it. No promises of them going, though." Anya shrugged.

"Promises of you going?" Raven asked.

"Definite yes, no matter what your friends brother says." Anya smirked.

"Thats what I like to hear, Cheekbones." Raven smirked in return, the bell ringing.


Bellamy sat in global history, one of his favorite classes. He always had a love of learning the past, how history tended to repeat itself. He had gotten into history first in elementary school. Bellamy's mother wasn't their in his or Octavia's life, even from the beginning. Aurora Blake had a drug addiction, and went so far as prostituting herself to get money for drugs. Most days, Bellamy and Octavia were kept at their school late hours, at least two hours after all other kids left, before their mother remembered their existence. Bellamy would stay with his history teacher, who would give him a few extra lessons, mainly fun facts. Like how America wasn't respected as a country until World War 1, even though the nation had beaten Britain as a group of colonies. Bellamy wasn't only interested in American history, however, which was why he loved being able to take global in his school. Freshmen year he had taken American again, sophomore year he had started global and learned all about Romans, Greeks, and Ottomans. Bellamy would admit, he was a history nerd.

"Alright class." Their teacher, Mr. Kane, looked around. "Open up your textbooks and read silently. Once done, I want you and your partner to answer the questions on the board. The homework will be passed out now."

Bellamy looked to his left and tried to hold back a sneer but failed. John Murphy. No way in hell.

Bellamy looked to his right. It was another one from the practice yesterday, but he didn't know her name.

"Hey, wanna work together?" He asked her.

She looked up from her textbook. She was pretty, with a dark complexion and her face seemingly always set in resting bitch mode.

"Seeming as I have no one next to me, I suppose so." She answered.

"I'm Bellamy." He introduced.

"I know." She muttered.

Bellamy waited for a response, but none came. He tried not to roll his eyes as he began the reading in the textbook. He told Octavia that these people seemed cold. He was surprised when she began talking again.

"Your sister told us."

"Octavia? She's talked to you?" Bellamy asked, in an almost defensive way. Why could Octavia never listen? He might need to start doing reverse psychology, God. It's like when he told her to take out the trash, she would make him do it. But when he warned her to stay away from the new kids, she seemed attracted to them like a magnet.

"Well she is on the girls team, as am I." The girl glared at him for not realizing a simple fact. Shit, Bellamy forgot that Octavia and Monroe were the only Arkers that made the team.

"You never told me your name." Bellamy reminded her while she was finally talking to him.

"Indra." The girl, Indra, mumbled. "Alright, I'm done reading."

"Wha—how did you read so quick?" Bellamy asked incredulously. They had been talking, how could she multitask like that?

"Maybe you read too slow." Indra fired back.

Bellamy quickly read over the passage, before looking at the questions. "So, what did O say?"

"O? Creative nickname." Indra said sarcastically, Bellamy scowling. "Well, she mentioned that you don't let her live—"

"I'm the only parental figure in her life. Someone needs to take control and if its me, which it is, I do what I have to for her safety." Bellamy cut in.

"Don't interrupt me." Indra threatened, Bellamy shutting up. Not because he was scared or anything, but…

"She also mentioned how evil you thought we all were, something about a gang, or that we're from hell…" Indra trailed off, smirking at Bellamy's now pale face. Check and mate.

"It was just a joke." Bellamy tried to explain.

"Mm. Number one is "the assassination of Archduke Ferdinand", by the way." Indra said.

Bellamy wrote down the answer. The two worked silently after that semi-awkward conversation, only talking to share answers. Soon, the bell rang. Indra waited, and Bellamy assumed she wanted to keep their small talk up. However, Murphy walked over and Indra left with him.


At lunch, Clarke watched as Octavia walked past their table and sat with the group of new kids, specifically next to the one with the mohawk, Lincoln.

Bellamy seethed. "What does she think she's doing? Sitting with them, with him?"

"You pissed her off, dude." Monty shrugged. Jasper nodded in agreement.

While Bellamy argued with the two of them, Clarke watched Lexa.

Not like…not in a creepy way or anything.

The brunette was laughing at something Anya had said, which had caused Murphy to scowl. Clarke then noticed Anya glance over in their direction, and wave.

Clarke was confused.

Is she waving at me?

Just as Clarke was getting ready to awkwardly wave back, Raven eagerly waved next to her. Anya smiled a little, then turned back to Lexa.

Clarke raised an eyebrow at Raven, who shrugged.

"Hey, hey, listen, she's funny and hot okay." Raven defended.

"I'm not judging you. Just wondering what Bell will think." Clarke smirked.

"Wondering what he'll think of your crush on Jawline." Raven grinned.

Clarke rolled her eyes. Next to her, Wells frowned at his food. She didn't notice, she never seemed to notice anything about him anymore.


Lexa continuously glanced at the blonde at the other table.

"So." Anya said loudly, the small conversations at their table pausing to a halt. "Raven invited me to a party—"

"Oh! Yeah!" Octavia grinned. "My brothers throwing a party this Friday. And I want all of you to come. Or at least you." She looked to Lincoln, who smiled brightly.

"Your brother? The one that thinks we're incarnations of Satan?" Echo asked, rolling her eyes. "Yeah right, Octagon. If we even walk up your block he'll probably pull a machine gun on us."

"All of his friends will be there, don't worry. Just wear casual clothes, he'll never figure out you guys are there." Octavia promised.

"Is Clarke going?" Lexa asked. Octavia smirked at her, and Lexa realized she didn't like that at all. The only people allowed to tease Lexa were Anya and Gustus. She didn't even allow Lincoln to, not that he would. That guy was a teddy bear hidden by muscle.

"Yeah, Clarke Griffin is a party animal." Octavia bragged. "Almost as bad as me."

"I doubt that." Anya laughed loudly. "Look at that girl. She fits the description of rich, preppy, gets-whatever-she-begs-for, daddy girl. Am I right, or am I right?"

"…wow, you're good." Octavia whispered. "But uh—Clarke can party. Totally. She's wild."

"Hear that Lex? You like a wild child." Anya wiggled her eyebrows.

"Shut up." Lexa groaned.

"So who's willing to come?" Octavia asked.

"I promised Raven I'd be there, so." Anya shrugged. Octavia glanced at her, then over her shoulder to Raven. She was definitely asking her friend about this later.

"If Anya's going I'll go." Lexa said. Octavia and Anya opened their mouths, but Lexa quickly glared at them. "No, I am not going for Miss "party animal Griffin" even though she is beautiful, I am going because I happen to like to party sometimes and if she's there so be it."

"You useless lesbian." Anya whispered.

"I'll go, for you." Lincoln smiled at Octavia, and she grinned in return. She needed to either go to church or pray to Zeus or something for blessing her with this gorgeous hunk of a guy.

"You definitely earned brownie points for that." Octavia purred, and Lincoln grinned, putting an arm around her shoulders.

"Oh, gross, stop." Anya said, shaking her head. "Lets get back to who's coming to your psycho brothers party. Indra?"

"Bellamy seems intimidated by me. So I will make an appearance. But I'm staying sober." Indra said.

"So you're designated driver." Gustus winked at her. "Cuz I already know I'm drinking! Count me in for a party."

"Wait, you have classes with my brother?" Octavia asked Indra.

"Sadly. He was paying so much attention in global that I was almost impressed, but in every other class he used his phone. Well, except for English. But other than that he wasn't paying attention." Indra said.

"And he has the nerve to yell at me when I talk in class…" Octavia muttered.

"Echo? Murphy? Emori?" Anya asked.

"I'll go. I hope he notices me and tries to kick me out. I'll spit on him." Echo smirked.

"I'd pay to see that." Murphy grinned. "Yeah, why not? Babe?"

"Someones gotta keep you out of trouble." Emori chuckled, kissing Murphy's cheek.

"Awesome." Octavia smiled brightly. "You bitches are gonna love it—oh do you mind if I call you that? I call Raven and Clarke that and you guys just still give that vibe that you can murder me with a look so—"

"Calm down." Indra laughed slightly. She liked this Octavia girl. Indra admired the way she spoke her mind, the way she had no care for authority. "We don't mind."

"Okay, good." Octavia laughed, albeit nervously. "I just…don't wanna make a bad impression on the first day we're hanging out. The party starts at 8:00, and ends whenever you wanna leave. If you get drunk, you can crash in the living room. If you're against that, we have one spare room. And the kitchen, if you're into tiles. Does anyone have looseleaf?"

"For what?" Lexa asked, raising an eyebrow.

"So I can write down our address." Octavia explained.

"Just give us your number, we can make a group chat." Echo shrugged. "Unless you spam memes like Murphy. Then we're kicking you out."

"Am I still in exile?" Murphy pouted.

"Um, you sent fifty memes while we were all asleep. Yes, you're still in exile." Anya scoffed.

"Anya you love cat memes." Murphy accused.

"When I'm awake, Murph. Not at three in the morning when I require beauty sleep." Anya said, taking out her phone. The rest followed her lead.

"Well you clearly need more sleep." Murphy smirked.

"You're so funny." Anya said sarcastically.

Octavia said her phone number, the rest typing it in. They added her to a group chat, telling her each their numbers so that she could have their contact in her phone.

"Can I give you guys cute nicknames?" Octavia grinned.

"If you're able to tell us apart, sure." Indra shrugged.

"You went to Grounder High, right?" Octavia asked.

"Yup!" Gustus smiled.

Commander Hearteyes, Grounder Princess, Hot Teddybear, Stoic Beauty, Fluffy Teddybear, Frogboy, Dating Frogboy, Snarky Hottie.

"Done." Octavia smiled, proud of herself. Those nicknames were maybe even better than the ones she had given her other group. "Feel free to give me nicknames in your phone."

"Don't like you that much yet kid." Anya said, smirking as Octavia lost her smile.


The rest of the week passed rather quickly. Octavia wrote in the group chat, constantly asking if all were still going. She seemed to have a fear that they'd all just say "sike lol" and block her. Anya would probably do that, to think about it…

Anya and Raven continued to sit next to each other in geometry, and did absolutely nothing besides flirt. Their teacher hated them.

Indra continued to scare Bellamy in class, he even stopped going on his phone after he caught her glaring at the thing like she'd whip out a hammer right there and then and smash it. She would, honestly.

Lincoln walked Octavia to school. Well, sort of. She would ditch Bellamy and meet Lincoln up by a café. He would buy her an iced coffee, (honestly this boy was just something else, and Octavia loved it), they'd have small talk filled with flirty comments and smiles, and then he'd hold her hand, hold her hand, and walk her to school. Octavia couldn't ask for a better way to start mornings.

Clarke found out Lexa was in her art class, and sat next to her instead of Wells. She didn't notice how much this seemed to bother the boy, she was too caught up in Lexa's embarrassed smile when Clarke asked to see some of her drawings. Clarke had grinned because Lexa was in tenth grade yet still drawing stick figures.

"This is me winning the game, and that's Anya wishing it was her." Lexa had explained, pointing to the happy stick figure then to the angry stick figure on the side. Clarke hadn't remembered a time she laughed harder.

"You're prettier than that." Clarke had told Lexa, and Lexa had beamed at her. Clarke showed Lexa a landscape she was drawing, and Lexa gaped at it for five minutes straight before saying:

"Clarke Griffin. You better pursue art professionally."

Clarke had been happy that whole day, even after she failed a math test.


I hope you guys liked that chapter! Did you figure out Octavia's codenames for everyone? No? Here they are!

Commander Hearteyes - Lexa
Grounder Princess - Anya
Hot Teddybear - Lincoln
Stoic Beauty - Indra
Fluffy Teddybear - Gustus
Frogboy - Murphy
Dating Frogboy - Emori
Snarky Hottie - Echo

Please review if you liked the chapter, means so much.