It had meant to be a joke. A couple of his friends had a couple of beers and
naturally, the topic had moved on to GIRLS, as they commonly did. Mostly,
it had turned into Bellamy b r a g g i n g about the girls he had been able
to sleep with. This time, it was about the UNDESIRABLES. It was about the
girls with bad hygiene or the girls with attitudes or, as shallow as some of
his friends were, just weren’t CUTE enough.
And then somehow, they got on the topic of CLARKE GRIFFIN. She wasn’t
unattractive, but she was certainly an ice queen. Naturally, Bellamy Blake
had decided to let his BIG HEAD get in the way of things. He was joking
about how he could get her to date him, how he could sleep with her by
prom if he set his mind to it.
( i’ll pay you to take her out )
It started off as twenty bucks. No-- it wasn’t worth his time. Then fifty.
Suddenly, it turned into fifty per date. It was just too EASY to turn down. A
smile had formed on his lips, the normal cocky grin that the bad-boy Blake
had.
But now, as dark hues watched the blonde in her gym period, he couldn’t
help but feel REGRET. A hand moved to run along his face, annoyance
building inside of him. Finally, the older of the two stood from his seat on
the bleachers, making his way towards the blonde.
❝ You did good out there. Could use a few pointers, but not bad. ❞
