I think we can all agree, Bob Morley is one fine looking man.

When Bellamy and I met we hit it off really well.

He was fresh meat for the Cadet Academy,

and I was biting my dead nails already a year into my training.

"Bellamy!"

"Hey man!"

I noticed his laugh, could pick it up from the chatter of Cadets.

His quips about the lazy ass Guards won him easy admiration, some were even funny.

I just chose to ignore him.

I lost myself in the surrounding area, my senses filled with teenage and young adult soldiers, exercising, sparring, combating one another under the almighty eyes of the superiors, retired Guards that had already put their hours in. I got lost in my partners' sharply executed defensive fight against Cadet Thrace. I knew Paul was getting good, but I had no idea he had this type of energy in him. I was almost impressed.

"You want to jump in?" A smooth voice whispered to me.

I jumped and spun around to face him, dark brown eyes and a crooked smile on his face.

"You scared the crap out of me," I spoke softly, running my hands through my curly ponytail, smoothing it out.

"Sorry, I was calling your name for about a minute," he chuckled nervously.

"Oh, I guess... I didn't hear you," I replied awkwardly, not really sure why he would approach me, we were in different teams, on different levels, mine way above his, obviously.

"You look different today," he noticed my new uniform.

"I was promoted."

"Nice," he egged me, "for what?"

"For minding my own buisness," for some reason I blushed, he just wouldn't let up from looking it a me, it unnerved me how easily I let him in.

"You aren't a people person, are you?," if that wasn't painfully obvious, he smirks, and it feels like someone smacking me with a cold rag, "Do you need a tutor, maybe I can help you out sometime?" His voice filled with innuendo, and that just made him slimier in my eyes.

"Is that a pick up line?" I do not even hide my disgust.

"What would you do if I said yes?" He ran his fingers through his soft brown locks, trying to smooth his out too.

That is when I noticed that all this felt too calculated. Every move he made felt like it had been practiced and done over a thousand times. He was trying to pick me up like every other girl he met. Not that I would ever tell him, but it was flattering and the same time I was disgusted with his overconfidence, and to think this was all he needed to do for girls to roll over and be infatuated to the point of no return.

"I would say I am not just some chick that would suck your dick for being a jackass." My bold statement made the conversation fall into a deeper awkwardness.

Thankfully he didn't run crying to the superiors, "I have been nothing but nice to you," his lips twitch back into that small smirk. He obviously liked my reaction a little too much.

That infuriates me, my emotions must be plainly written on my face, because his smirk grows to epic proportions, I gnash my teeth, "your Bellamy Blake right?"

"yeah?"

"Stay away from me."

He did.

For the first weeks we focused on playing the part of all together glorified bodyguards and bullies of the Arks.

While Bellamy stayed in my line of vision, playing the role of a well-adjusted Cadet, staying clear of the female Cadets, and portraying a classier aura than a bunch of the buzz-cut, old world, army wannabes the Academy was shooting out.

He showed up on time, did his job, and went home like everyone else, but he was more.

"I have been nothing but nice to you," he repeated one night, when we were the last ones on the sparring mat, very alone.

"Maybe a little too nice," I was dead tired, and knew that he had been itching to come up and get me off balance.

"Isn't that what girls want?"

I knew he was just playing me, "What do you think I am?"

"I don't know," he leaned back on his heels at the door, the one I had to get by, "I am still trying to figure you out. You have this Ice Queen persona, but when you finally let loose on the mat, well," he shrugged, "it's kind of hot."

"I would prefer you stop doing whatever it is you are doing," I told him seriously done with his attempts on hitting on me.

"Are you... angry with me?"

"Immensely," if that was not already obvious.

"They say anger is a sign of true passion," where the hell was he getting this from, "we could have a good time Nia."

"Are you that arrogant that you think I would what... fuck you? I don't even know you."

"That is how these things work," he shook his head, as if I was the one in the wrong, "Okay, just let me get this out there, I would like to have a nice good fuck before you get it in your mind that your too good for me. Let's not miss out on an opportunity like this, we both might come to regret it."

"Are you serious? Is this how you get girls, by telling them they would... regret it?"

"Actually no, they would have already said yes by now," his eyes furrow, "you are incredibly frustrating."

"You're right," I tell him, "I am too good for you," that night I walked away with my dignity, but the following weeks were unbearable.

"thanks Bellamy, you're the best."

"Hey man, thanks, I owe you one."

"you're a really good friend Bellamy."

"Oh Bellamy, he's got everyone's back."

Cadet Bellamy Blake, without a single contrary thought, never left a man behind in the drills, stayed later to help the newest runt, became the most annoying superior's pet there ever had been, and I should know, I was one. If he wasn't there before, he was now. He played the saint, the best friend, and all around good guy, not to mention that he would run back home to check in on his beyond depressed mother.

He was there playing the white knight.

Refreshing. Sweet. Irresistible.

Could I blame myself?

The incredibly sexualized fantasy that I made of him in my mind, rerunning our conversations that changed into porn scenes instead of the reality that I had rejected him more than twice. It became harder when I began thinking of us, and how much his offer was becoming much more agreeable with each kind-hearted smile he gave our fellow violence and heartless prone Cadets.

He was single, I was not.

He had a carefree attitude, and I had a stick up my ass half the time.

He was available, always in reach, and I could be the farthest thing from easy,

my reputation for kicking his ass during training was legendary,

and even then I would not give him the chance for a civil conversation.

Bellamy was a good guy, even better a good person,

and I was not even going to try.