a/n: So this is going to be a full length story, and you're going to have to bear with me, since I'm not always the best updater but it is summer so I'll try not to leave it hanging for too long.

You know when you were a little girl and your dad used to take you to the park or for walks?

Well, my dad did all of that stuff, and more, with me. The only difference is that we were surrounded by secret service all the time. So, when I say that I'm very used to bodyguards you know I'm telling the truth.

My father works for the president. He's a scientist, working on god knows what. His work is top secret, as in spies and private jets and late night meetings with the president.

Despite all of this, I've led a pretty normal life. I went to school and did sports, joined a few clubs, and even did Romeo & Juliet one summer. That was mostly my mom's idea though. Sickening stage fright kept me away from most public events.

But my semi-normal life changed when my father started receiving threats on his life. And not just on his life, but the life of his family as well. Needless to say, my parents' stress o meter was through the roof. And, okay, maybe I was a little scared too. But not scared enough for this.

"You want me to bring a bodyguard to school?!" I stared at my parents with wide eyes. They could not be serious.

My mom gave me a stern look. "Oh, not just to school, Clarke. From now on, you will be under constant surveillance."

I gave my dad a pleading look. I'd always been a daddy's girl, had my father wrapped around my finger. But not this time.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." My dad sighed, the frown lines around his eyes becoming even more apparent. "But this is nonnegotiable."

I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to think of a calm way to explain that having a bodyguard follow me around all day would ruin what little social life I had.

"Please," my voice was soft. I needed to make them understand. "I don't want to be the weird girls who's followed by the men in black all day."

My mom gave me the look that said you're being childish and I don't have time for this.

My dad, however, looked rather guilty.

Oh no. That was not good. "Dad," I hedged. "Why do you look like that?"

He winced. "Well, Clarke. I know that you're not going to be too keen on this. But it really is to protect you. We needed someone low profile, so we've decided that your bodyguard will go undercover as a high schooler.

"Specifically, as you're boyfriend."

And there it was. The icing on the cake that had been my day.

"What? How could you do that to me?!" My voice sounded like that of a whiny, teenage girl. But you know what, I am a whiny, teenage girl.

"Calm down, Clarke." My mother's voice was sharp. "We are doing this to protect you. Now I'm sorry if you don't like it, but that's the way it's going to be."

I bit my tongue, silently fuming. This was so embarrassing. It was like the universe knew I didn't have a chance in hell of getting a real boyfriend, so it had provided me with a fake one. A fake secret service boyfriend.

"Now, he's a very well accomplished young man." My mother was still talking. "And he's only twenty, so I'm sure he'll be able to blend perfectly. No one will suspect a thing."

Except me, of course. I'd have to spend my entire senior year saddled with a boring twenty year old who probably had FBI issued hair, and a personality to match.

"I'm sure he's lovely, Mother." I bit out, a sneer on my face. "But what makes you think anyone is going to buy a secret service agent as a high school senior? For gods sake, he's probably as boring as-"

And in walked my new bodyguard.

I was aware that I was staring. But I could not drag my eyes away. He was gorgeous. Tanned olive skin, tousled brown hair, and brown eyes to match. His quarter sleeved tee showed strong arms, and a flat tummy.

Oh. My. God. He was gorgeous.

"Clarke," my mother frowned at me. "Clarke."

I snapped to attention, ignoring the red that was now tinging my cheeks. "What? Yes?"

"This is Bellamy Blake, you're new bodyguard." Bellamy gave me a once over that made me blush. Something in his expression told me that he had read me quite fully- and found something missing. And that royally pissed me off. Not only would I be followed around by a fake boyfriend. It had to be a fake boyfriend that was so obviously out of my league that no one would believe I'd actually managed to catch him.

My mother sighed, realizing I wasn't going to introduce myself. "Well, I supposed we'll leave you two to get your story straight.

That broke me out of my frozen state. "Wait, what?!" I ran after my parents. "What story?"

My dad gave me a sympathetic glance. "You know, Clarke. You're background story. How you met, how long you've been dating, stuff a couple should know about each other."

And with that, my parents were gone. And I was left alone with Bellamy Blake.

Bellamy sat down on the couch, one leg crossed on top of the other. He looked completely relaxed with one arm across the back of the couch, and the other leaning over his leg.

I let out a breath. Best to get this over with.

"All right. What do you want our story to be?" I asked, sitting down on the couch opposite of him, my arms crossed over my chest.

Bellamy glanced at me."I don't know, Princess. Don't girls love dreaming this shit up. How they'll meet the love of their life, and what their wedding will look like."

I gaped at him. "Excuse me?"

Bellamy gave me a crooked grin, that despite myself, made my head go a bit hot. "Well, don't they?"

I gave him a sweet smile. "Yes, of course. I've also planned exactly what all three of my kids will wear on their first day of preschool, and what I'll wear for our fiftieth anniversary."

He raised his eyebrows at my comment. "Well, you're a wildcat, aren't you?"

"And you're kind of an asshole."

He gave me a real grin this time, the corners of his lips tipping up slowly.

Damn it, why'd he have to be hot. My cheeks felt fiery as I couldn't help but stare at the chords of his arms muscles, and the bulge in his pants.

"Ya know, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were blushing, Princess. Do I make you nervous?"

Hell yeah. I scoffed, "Don't flatter yourself, Bellamy. I'm just not used to secret service men being so unprofessional."

Bellamy gave me another of his stupid panty melting grins. "That's because you've never met anyone like me, darlin'."

"Oh, you've got that right. You're sure as hell in your own class of arrogant, buddy."

Realizing I needed to get out of there before I said something too embarrassing, I quickly sat up. "You know what. You can make up our story, and I will just get as far away from this room as possible."

My head held high, I tried to leave with as much dignity as possible. Stopping at the door, I pivoted to look at him. "And one more thing, don't call me Princess."

a/n: I would really appreciate some feedback. Anything at all, or even suggestions if you want. :)