Note: So I've been having trouble with my other story and this thing popped in my head. Thought getting it out might help me figure out my other story as well. Only time will tell. I hope you enjoy...
He has seen her before, probably around campus - he's sure of it - except he can't quite place her. Bellamy didn't intend on watching her for this long (and to be honest, at this point, he knows he's acting like a bit of creeper). It's been a shit day and for some reason the look on her face as she moves toward the bus stop trying to avoid every puddle (its been raining cats and dogs for hours, only recently stopping) is making him smile. The blue of her eyes is clear even from across the street where he is standing. She makes this adorable pout every time she gets to a puddle and a triumphant smile as soon she passes it without getting wet.
The blonde is super dressed up, in a white dress no less. He can't imagine what possessed her to dress that way in this weather, surely she had another option. But, she does look gorgeous. The blonde is so focused on her task, she doesn't notice the car in the curb lane. Next thing he knows, she is drenched.
She looks utterly enraged and defeated (and hot, he can kinda see everything, she is wearing white). He can't even stop the bark of laughter that pops out of his mouth. As soon as it happens, she turns the fire in her eyes on him. Bellamy takes it in stride. Smirk and shrug. This apparently offends her further because she is crossing the street, heading straight for him.
"What is your problem?" she seethes, pushing her finger into his chest to accent her annoyance.t
His grin widens, "Who me? I don't have a problem. It looks like you do though." Bellamy pointedly sets his gaze upon her wet body, slowly taking in everything on display.
She crosses her arms over her chest, raises an eyebrow, puffs out a breath, "Do you make a habit out of ridiculing and accosting strangers?"
He knows he should be embarrassed or at the very least a little ashamed of the way he's kinda leering at her but her anger just makes her look even more gorgeous and he likes it too much to stop. He's full on, ear to ear, grinning at her while she continues to ramble on about his inappropriate behavior. At this point, Bellamy thinks his lack of response thus far is only riling her up more because she's closed the distance between them and is poking his chest with her finger again. He can't help what he does next. He couldn't stop himself even if he tried.
As he lowers his head toward her, her blue eyes (God they're so blue) go wide. He grabs her by the waist, pulls her flush against him (wetness be damned) and places his lips firmly upon hers. She squeaks. He smiles against her lips and waits. Then, she responds. Bellamy doesn't hold back any longer.
She's breathless when he pulls away (he's man enough to admit that he is too) and clearly in a daze. Her expression shouting "what the hell was that?"
Bellamy only responds with a "See you around, Princess" Then walks away.
"My name's not princess, asshole. It's Clarke." She shouts toward him.
He's turns toward her with a smirk, "As much as I love the pet name princess, I prefer Bellamy" then continues on his path.
As he rounds the corner, he locks eyes with her and winks.
She snorts... a small smile settling on her lips.
Note: Let me know what you think...