Bellamy Blake

You'd always liked Bellamy Blake, the co-leader of the camp alongside Clarke Griffin, who was the girl Bellamy liked. Everyone noticed the way Bellamy looked at Clarke.

Your two best friends, Monty and Jasper, always caught you staring at him, admiring him. But Bellamy had never spoken to you or even acknowledged you. He was only interested in the girls he slept with and Clarke.

What did they have that you didn't?...

You were sitting by the campfire with Monty and Jasper. Monty was lighting a joint he'd rolled earlier. You were the first person he passed it to, and you immediately took it. You brought the tip to your lips, inhaling deeply, which gave you that characteristic feeling in your throat.

You passed it to Jasper, who gave you a silly grin as he took it. Your eyes fell on Bellamy, noticing how his curly hair fell across his forehead, even how the firelight highlighted his freckles.

To you, her beauty was unimaginable. You had never before seen someone with so much beauty concentrated in a single body.

Monty and Jasper chuckled, knowing you were looking at Bellamy.

—Go talk to him—Monty nudged you in the shoulder, making you look over your shoulder—.

You gave him an annoyed look and a soft huff: "No way!" You shook your head dramatically.

"Why not?" Jasper tilted his head.

You sighed deeply: "Because... well, it's him. And... let's be honest, he's way above my level," you said, which sounded ridiculous to Monty and Jasper.

"Shut your mouth, {{user}} !" Jasper sneers and shakes his head, giving you a withering look that practically screams "you're an idiot."