Bellamy Blake Imagines

Are you trying to seduce me? Because so far you're doing a great job.

"Red suits you."

You rolled your eyes desperately to the back of your head to the sixth guy who tried to woo you today. Those before him were smooth, kind of trying to go there slowly, eyeing you, smiling, just the usual crap that got your stomach turning every time.

And you were supposed to be impressed because?...

You huffed and turned around, the hot wind blowing your hair out of your face. "Thanks." You said half-heartedly then went back to cleaning your surf. This one just didn't buy it at all.

Placing both hands flat down on the surface of your freshly waxed surf he smiled at you cheekily. Your knees were buried in the golden sand, eyes glued to the wooden piece in front of you, but not for too long.

"Are you looking at my boobs?" - you choked on your words.
The stranger sent you another smile and said "No, I just glanced at them. Din't look, because looking means holding your gaze for some time, and I just glanced you know, I only acknowledged them. It's different."

You looked at him unbelievably and for a few seconds he was just innocently staring at you, until he finally laughed. "Come on, chill! I was just joking! I mean not for the glancing part, but you know – I don't think we started off very well"

You rose up one brow and stood up, dusting off the sand from your legs "You think?"

He quickly jumped in front of you and put one hand on your shoulder for a second - stoping you. "I'm Bellamy." You glanced at him, then turned your gaze to the side for a moment, thinking whether you should just push past him and go.

But he was giving you some special kind of vibe - you couldn't really tell whether you liked it or not. "Nice to meet you Bellamy." You finally said and proceeded to walk away.

One step in he stopped you again. "Wait, so I don't get to know your name?". Was it the sun that was shining down on you two, was it the drops of water sliding down from his wet hair and chest, or was it just the fact that you were on the beach, you didn't know, but this weird vibe you were feeling was making you uncomfortably tingly.

God damn it, everyone looks hotter on the beach.

"Well you already got to stare at my boobs, so I think you know enough."

Quite amused with your answer you made your way to the water, feeling his eyes on your back. Oh God, was he staring at your ass now?

You didn't even realise you were smiling, but you were, however you did realise you were glancing back at the back quite more oftenly then you used to before. And the water felt softer, the waves felt smoother, but you felt more daring.

Adrenaline was pumping in your veins and it seemed like you couldn't focus at all, which eventually got you in the water with your surf over your head.

You swam back to the surface, feeling slighly embarrassed, just wanting to go and facepalm yourself underwater. Getting back on your surf you floated like that for a few moment, trying to collect yourself.

Scanning the beach, you heart dropped when you saw the guy just casually flirting with the Lifeguard. Or what seemed to you like flirting.

Ha! What did it matter anyway. You murmured some curses under your breath, and yelled at a random couple whose ball hit you on the head. Ridiculous! Being jealous over some guy you just met. You didn't even tell him your name!

That is literally acting like a schoolgirl whose boyfriend looked at some other chick and now the world is over because of this stupidity. You laughed sarcastically at this thought, feeling a lot better now that you made fun of yourself in your mind.

So brushig it off you swam to the shore. Brushing your wet hair with your fingers, you tried to get all the salty water to drip on the sand. Grabbing your surf again you left it with your other friends and skipped towards the showers.

Ha! What a luck! No one was in the showers and that was something very rare for a crowded beach like this one. The water hit your face, making you cringe from the clodness, but you quickly started washing your hair with some shampoo.

Just when you opened your eyes, a voice broke the silence "We meet again then" . The shower head beside you started off and with stinging eyes you saw Bellamy's wet figure once more.

"What a joy!" he chuckled at your sarcastic remark, splashing some water on you.

You soaped your hands and started washing your body, trying hard not to look at his direction and focusing on counting sheep instead. Stupid, but very reliable idea!

The whole situation felt somewhat unreal, like from a movie. Here you were washing your body in front of some random guy, with a swimsuit on, yes, but he had just shorts on so it was kind of awkward.

At the end you did take a fast little glance at him - he had his hands rested on the wall, the water from the showerhead hitting his back and shoulders, just gliding down his body like butter.

But he noticed your eyes on him and so your gazes met and you just felt like chuckling to yourself awkwardly, sligtly amused from the ridiculous situation you were in. So instead of looking away you just continued washing the soap off your body, but holding his gaze meanwhile.

And then he did it! You know, that thing guys do when they look down and smile and then look back at you?! "Are you trying to seduce me? Because so far you're doing a great job."

Both of you instantly broke the silence with a laugh laugh after his comment.

"Said the half-naked guy!" - you retorted, pointing at his toned chest. He looked down at himself and smiled widely at you. "So does that mean I do have the same effect on you?"

Your lips parted, brain trying to think of a propper answer.

"Well, I guess we'll never know!"

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