Bellamy Blake: I Like You Too

"He doesn't like me Anna." You say quietly, taking a sip of your moonshine and staring into the flames. Anna, your best friend, sighs and scoots closer to you on the log you two are sitting on. She drapes an arm lazily around your shoulder and whispers,

"I'm telling you, you're wrong. I've seen the way he looks at you, he definitely likes you." She pauses to down the rest of her moonshine, and then grins at you.

"Ill prove it." She says wickedly, and your eyes widen.

"Anna, please don't do anything stupid."

"Oh hush Kitten, I'm not gonna do anything crazy. I just think you two need a little push." She says standing up, you try to grab her to pull her back down but before you can she's off. You cringe as you watch her skip off in the direction of the famous Bellamy Blake. You hide your face in your hands, two afraid to watch the train wreck unfold.

A few minutes pass and she's still not back yet, you let out a quiet groan.

"She's gonna ruin my chance with him I swear." You whisper to yourself, still buried in your hands.

"I wouldn't say that."

Startled, you look up to see Bellamy looming over you, that famous smirk plastered on his face. He grins down at your horrified expression, and gently grabs your hands. He tugs you up, and pulls you flush against his chest. You blush wildly, avoiding eye contact as best you can. You feel him lean down to you ear and whisper.

"I hear you like me." His hot breath hits your neck and you internally groan. His hands still holding your wrists against his chest, he grins at you again. A wicked look in his eyes, he pulls away. Still holding one wrist, he leads you off into the trees. You follow behind him, your stomach twisting and turning. Millions of thoughts run through your head, making you become a nervous wreck. Once inside the tree line, he tugs you in front of him and pulls you against him again. The grin of a madman spread across his face, he backs you up against a tree. When your back hits the rough bark, you gasp. Suddenly his lips come crashing down on yours, his grin dissipating as he concentrates on kissing you. His hands fall to your hips, pushing himself against you. Your hands begin to wander up into his hair, burying your fingers into the soft brown curls. His teeth graze your bottom lip, and you whimper a complete mess beneath him. It seems like ages before he pulls back, smiling. With your eyes still closed, he leans down to your ear again and whispers.

"I like you too."