a/n: Just a warning this is going to be extremely smutty and possibly slightly inappropriate so ya know, tread lightly. Otherwise read on my friends.

Because my school was private and received most of its' funding from alumni, we always had a fundraiser night that celebrated our school and its graduates. It was dressed up as an awards night, but in reality it was just a chance for the school to kiss all of the benefactors asses.

All students and their families were forced to attend, so there I was on a Saturday night. Sitting at school in an uncomfortable dress with my parents. Every teenagers' dream.

"Clarke," my mother whispered, noticing that I was about to nod off. Our principal, Mr. Lance, was reading off an incredibly long list of people who had donated money to the school. "I know this is boring, but keep your head up."

I sighed, giving her a smile to show I was awake. The desks that were in the auditorium were extremely uncomfortable. Where the hell did all of our funding go anyway?

Oh well, it's not like this night could get any worse.

"Abby!" A voice from my right exclaimed. "It's so good to see you guys."

I groaned. I knew that voice. It was my mother's best friend, Ms. Blake. Now, I didn't mind Ms. Blake or her daughter, Octavia. But her son, Bellamy, was practically my nemesis. Or as close to a nemesis as a teenage girl can have.

"Clarke Griffin." I groaned at the deep voice that came from behind me. "Don't you look lovely tonight."

I pasted on a fake smile. "Ah, Bellamy Blake. Now my night really is complete."

My mother pinched me. "Be polite, Clarke."

Bellamy sat down beside me, his huge body mass taking up all of the leg room.

"Jesus, Bellamy, could you keep your limbs to yourself," I said, shoving his leg over with my foot.

Bellamy smirked, leaning over so that he was completely in my personal bubble. "Now, you don't mean that, do you, Princess?"

Some lady behind us gave us a rude look and made the shushing sign with her finger. I whispered to Bellamy. "Look, you're starting to disturb other people."

Bellamy leaned his face even closer to mine, heat practically flowing off his body. "Are you willing to kiss me to shut me up."

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help the blush that now tinged my cheeks. Despite his obvious personality disorder, Bellamy Blake was no holds barred hot. His olive skin was tanned and made his gorgeous brown eyes seem even darker. His hair was a wavy mess, but of course, it suited him.

Why were the hot ones always assholes?

Mr. Lance was still reading off of his list, his monotone voice the perfect lullaby.

Bellamy looked just as bored as I felt. He ran a hand through his hair. "Jesus, will this ever end?"

"Probably not in our lifetime."

Bellamy grinned at me, and for just a second, I forgot I hated him and that we were mortal enemies. His smile could do that to a person.

He nudged my shoulder. "Hey, I bet Lance drops his note cards soon, and we have to start all over."

Mr. Lance was known to be a nervous public speaker, but even he wasn't that clumsy. Or stupid.

"Yeah right," I scoffed. "That's ridiculous."

Bellamy looked at me. "Oh, yeah? Wanna bet on it?"

I smiled. The one thing Bellamy and I had in common was that we were both gamblers. We loved poker, gambling, basically anything that involved risk.

"You're on." I held up a finger. "But, whatever terms we come up for each other, the loser has to follow through. No matter what."

A slow smile spread across Bellamy's face. "Oh, this is going to be interesting, Princess."

He nodded. "All right, let's hear your terms."

"If I win, then you have to streak at the next football game." Bellamy was on the team, so streaking at the next game would be particularly embarrassing for him. For me, however, it would probably be the event of the century.

I expected Bellamy to try to get out of the deal, but he just nodded, a smile of approval on his face. "That's a good one. I'll give you that. But mine is even better."

Oh god. That sounded bad. "Well," I prompted, slightly nervous now. "Let's hear it."

I hadn't realized but as we were talking, we'd slowly been moving towards each other. Now, Bellamy's face was only inches from mine. I could practically feel his hot breath on my cheek.

"If I win, you have to give me your virginity."

My mouth dropped. He could not be serious.

"Bellamy, I-"

"Nuh uh, Princess. You said no matter what."

My heart was beating out of my chest, and I knew my face was probably as red as a fire truck.

"H-how do you even know I'm a virgin?"

Bellamy leaned back, his hands behind his head. "Oh come on, Clarke, don't tell me you lost it to your singular boyfriend."

Fine. Maybe I'd only dated one guy before. And immediately regretted it when I'd found out he already had a girlfriend, but that still didn't necessarily make me a virgin.

"So, what, you're the only one allowed to have one night stands these days?"

Bellamy's arm was warm against mine as he leaned closer. "If you tell me you're not a virgin, I'll believe you."

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

Bellamy smiled, leaning back in. "That's what I thought."

Goddammit. Traitorous brain.

Now I just had to pray that Mr. Lance could keep his shit together and get through his stupid speech.

And he did. For about another thirty minutes. Then, Mr. Lance fumbled and his note cards slowly dropped to the ground.

"Oh no," my voice was a small whimper.

Bellamy patted my knee with his hand. And despite everything, it sent a little shiver up my leg. "Ah well. You win some, you lose some."

Maybe. But what the hell had I just lost?

The rest of the evening sped by, and I tried to avoid Bellamy's gaze as much as possible.

At the end of it, I stood up with my parents. My mom was still talking to Bellamy's mom about yoga or something. Totally unaware that her only child had just bet away her virginity.

Just as we were leaving, Bellamy leaned down, his head right by my ear. "Tomorrow night. My place. Eight o' clock. Don't be late." His voice was just a breath against my ear, but it did things to my body that I couldn't even comprehend.

I should have just joined Gamblers Anonymous.

a/n: Hello! I would love to hear your thoughts. Or even just you guys telling me off for being weird. That's totally cool. Anyway, this is a two shot so I'll have the second part up soon.