Chapter 2:

Clarke liked to pretend it never happened—Bellamy and she did not kiss. No, it was not Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin that kissed—it was Moonshine Blake and Moonshine Griffin that got a little too frisky and created this awkward barrier between the two. Define awkward barrier? Simple. They couldn't be professional when they were hanging out without a professional-context.

Octavia was a party girl simply because she'd never partied before. That being said, most of her parties were small and involved the same people. Raven, Clarke, Monty, Jasper, Angelina, and Finn sat in a circle around the fire. "Clarke, why aren't you drinking?" Monty asked, slightly hurt by the fact she wasn't enjoying his 'New & Improved'—the title coming from the crude carvings on the side of his jug for the new batch.

"Clear minds." Clarke said with a small laugh, "I've decided that I'm never drinking again as to avoid mistakes."

"And what mistakes might that be?" Bellamy asked—oh, yeah…somehow he always ended up with them. He always said it was to make sure his sister didn't get carried away, but Clarke was starting to think (as he settled next to her) that he had other motives for crashing yet another get together with his handsome features and little smirk.

The fire made Clarke's face warm, which provided a decent red tint to her skin before her blush set in as she was reminded of their one-time thing. She ignored his question, "I don't want to make a situation more complicated by being under the influence."

Octavia booed her with a thumbs down, "Party killer."

"You should have fun." Bellamy whispered in her ear. Clarke moved a good three centimeters away from him so he would know not to touch her. She could have sworn she saw him rolling his eyes at her. "Not necessarily that type of fun but I like where your mind is, princess."

"Can we not?" She asked, her eyes wide as she tried to push the thought of his lips against hers out of her mind. "So, Angelina…how are things?"

"Good." The girl nodded, "Great actually…you?"

Clarke discovered right then and there that she sucked at small talk. She responded in the same manner Angelina had but her breathing changed at her last word when Bellamy started rubbing circles into her back again. She closed her eyes for a second, then turned to him. "What do you think you're doing?"

He smirked, "Nothing you don't want me to do." He continued to ease up her back, "Can we stop playing this game?"

"You started it." She claimed as she pushed into his hand.

"Now I want to end it…" He moved up her back, "Princess…"

"I'm not going to have sex with you." She said adamantly with a sly smirk. "Ever. You need to get that little thought out of your mind, but thanks for the back rub."

"Okay! Tonight we will play another game which is called, never have I ever…" Octavia announced, "Sorry Clarke…you're drinking tonight."

"B-but…" Clarke sighed, "Fine."

Octavia smiled and started off the round of questions, "Never have I ever…shit, this is hard, um… Never have I ever…smoked weed."

Monty and Jasper looked at each other, rolled their eyes and took a shot of moonshine. "I'll go." Jasper said, "Never have I ever cried at 98 year old beer commercial about a puppy and a horse." Clarke looked at him with her mouth opened before she took a shot and watched as Octavia took a shot.

"Oh…no." Finn laughed, "You seriously didn't cry at that commercial did you princess?"

"That song is really sad and the moment was…don't get me started." Clarke said, "My turn. Never have I ever watched Star Wars because I thought it applied to my lifestyle."

Monty mumbled, "We really need to stop telling people our personal business."

There were a few more rounds exchanged before he moved his hand up her back with slow fingers. It tickled so she squirmed. He leaned over and whispered, "I want you."

"No." She laughed, "It's not going to happen."

"You're teasing…"

"I'm being honest." She thought she was being honest. She wasn't really sure. "I'm not going to sleep with you."

"NEVER HAVE I EVER…" Octavia said extremely loud as people started to get lost in their conversations, "Been this drunk."

Their laughter covered up Bellamy and Clarke's conversation, "I don't want to sleep with you. I have no desire to ever sleep with you." His hand continued up her back, "I don't want you…" His hand moved to the side of her breast. "Why do you want me?"

"Because." He said simply, "I do. I can't concentrate…I need you out my head."

"So you're proposing a one night thing?"

"I never ask for more."