This is my first 100 story. I do not own anything and I'm just simply writing for fun and because I have nothing to do until school starts back. Which I'm dreading. The story does not have a Beta, so if there are mistakes I do apologize. Anyways, let me know what you think. Thank you!

This was by far the most awkward situation he had ever put himself in, the only problem was he didn't know how to get out. Bellamy knew he had charm, and he also knew when to use it. The problem was that lately he didn't even want to.

Truth of the matter, women in general were getting boring. As it was so easy to convince them to sleep with him. He knew many ways to get into a girls pants and this girl was no different.

She was beautiful, no doubt. He made a mental checklist when he first saw her in the restaurant. When she had opened her mouth though, it was a different story.

"So… what do you do for a living?" The most dreaded question that he hated to be asked. Bellamy cleared his throat a little, "Right now, I'm in between jobs. I hope to find something more stable soon and yourself?"

She threw him a sideways glance and smirk, not satisfied with his answer. She threw her long hair over her shoulder, "Well right now I'm trying to break into the modeling business, but I have a few more shows before anything serious. I'm gaining more attention in Paris though."

Of course she was, and of course Octavia would set him up with this particular woman. He found out later in the date her favorite movie was The Notebook, and that she loved the band One Direction. After that he knew it was a done deal.

"Well Amy, it was nice meet you." Bellamy said as they were exiting the expensive restaurant. He wasn't even sure if that was her name, but given how the night was to end he didn't really care. He was a gentleman though and even opened the door for her. The brunette turned to him and he knew that glint in her eye.

All throughout dinner it seemed she had been physically interested in him, and that glint confirmed it. Maybe the thought of it just being another one night stand had crossed her mind. He really didn't care. He watched as she ran her finger down his shirt and peeked up at him through her dark hair. "So, I know this date wasn't that great. I was thinking, if you didn't want it to end… my apartment is not very far and-"

Bellamy cut her off by placing his hand up in the air. This is the moment where he had to be harsh and lay the low blow. "Look sweetie, you're hot and everything, but I'm not looking for a lay tonight. Sorry." He almost could have laughed at her, but the slap to his face had him feeling otherwise.

He watched the girl, Amy he presumed, walk off as he rubbed at what he knew was a red mark upon his face. That shitty date had went exactly how he had thought it would.

He straightened his jacket, then turned to walk down the busy streets. He looked down and pulled out his cell phone to dial his used-to-be favorite and only sister.

After five rings, she finally answered the phone. "Hello?" Octavia asked in an unsure voice. Bellamy cleared his throat before speaking sarcastically, "So O just got through with that fabulous date. You know Amy… or I believe that was her name?" He heard her over the phone give a slight chuckle.

"How did it go?" Bellamy reached up rubbing his temple. "How do you think it went? Another floozy looking for a quick fuck. Why do-" Bellamy didn't get to finish his sentence as the wind was knocked out of him.

His phone slipped from his hand, crashing down to the hard cement. Whatever or whoever had hit him, also went flying, almost falling hard when he heard an "Ah shit!" in a feminine voice.

Bellamy looked down to find the source of the voice. His face scrunched up into a scowl when he saw the mess of blonde curls underneath a dark green beanie. "What the hell? Do you just go running into everyone?" He yelled at the blonde women.

She finally snapped her head up and he was met with furious blue eyes behind a pair of dark rimmed glasses. Her lips were in a straight line as she dusted herself off. "Actually, it was you who ran into me!" Then after a brief moment she muttered "Asshole."

The shock was evident on his face at her words. He had been looking where he was going, or maybe he hadn't. Bellamy watched as she reached to pick up the books that had obviously fallen out of her arms.

He shook his head, but none less bent down to help her. He first grabbed his phone, noting the large crack in the screen. He shook his head again, of course that would be his luck and picked up the nearest book to him. A quick glance at the book in his hand quirked his interest.

"The Little Black Book of Sexual Positions?" The blonde girl gasped, and snatched the book from his hand. "It's- Well… if you must know, this is- is a present for a friend!" She fumbled out her words.

He eyed her curiously, knowing full well that was not the truth. She didn't seem like the type for a book like that. From her clothes the girl seem uppity, snobby, and rich looking.

The annoying sound from his phone snapped him out of his thoughts before he silenced it. He would call Octavia back later.

At this point in time, he didn't care for explanations. He just wanted to get home, down a couple of beers, and then hopefully pass out.

"Look Princess, I'm sorry I walked into you. Now my phone is cracked so I learned my lesson. Take care." Bellamy didn't wait for a response, but opted to walk away before she could say anything else.

His only thought as he tried to dial Octavia's phone number through his cracked phone was this day could go to hell.