Bellamy Blake Imagines

Oblivious

"He's looking at you," I rolled my eyes at Octavia, who had her face covered with smirk.

I automatically turned around to see Bellamy looking our way. However, once he realized I was looking at him, he turned his gaze away.

"He was looking at you," I turned back to Octavia, who was now sewing two pieces of cloth together.

We had been working on something that could be used as tent. Given the opinions we had, it looked pretty decent.

However, it was boring me as hell. I had never been a fan of works like that, but I had been assigned to this job by Bellamy. I had tried to argue with him, but he had waved me off telling me that it's the safest job I could get.

"No, he wasn't," she tried to argue, but I wasn't in the mood for one of her crazy theories about Bellamy being in love with me.

"Octavia!" I raised my voice a little, "Drop it. I have enough of listening your stupid rants."

She stared at me shocked by my sudden outburst. After a few seconds of silence, I sighed and hurriedly left, heading to my tent.

I was tired as hell and her constant teasing, that any other time wouldn't bother me, had made me feel even worse.

Today, everyone had had the urge to convince me about Bellamy's feelings for me. It hadn't been anything uncommon, but today I had a feeling that it had just escalated.

Slowly but surely it had been driving me crazy. Not because I didn't like the idea of him loving me, but because the exact opposite.

I would be the happiest person on the Earth if it was truth, because I had pretty strong feelings for him. But I was realistic and I knew there's no way for him to have feelings for me as well.

Once I reached my tent, I fell onto my bed and fell asleep not bothering to even take off my boots.

"I am the cleverest person of you all," Jasper stated trying to look serious.

"You are drunk, not clever," I joked earning laughs from Monty, Miller and some other delinquents sitting around, that I hadn't really known.

We were sitting around camp fire. Earlier that evening, Monty had bursted into my tent waking me, because he had wanted me to help him with making moonshine.

Apparently, they had decided to throw a party. So now, nearly everyone had already been drunk. Expect probably me, I had never been into drinking. I had always felt uncomfortable not being able to control my actions.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by someone patting my shoulders, which made me jump from surprise.

However, the sight I got once I turned around surprised me even more. I was facing grimacing Bellamy, who was clearly drunk.

"Y/N, how beautiful you are," he tried to grab my hand, but he just stumbled nearly falling.

"Am I seeing things? Or is Bellamy standing here clearly drunk?" I turned to the others chuckling.

"It looks like he is just a human as the rest of us," Monty replied smiling.

"I am not drunk," Bellamy frowned at me trying to stand still.

"Whatever," I tried to fight off the urge to laugh at his state.

"Come with me," he pulled me towards him, "I need to show you something."

I rolled my eyes unsure what to do, so I turned back to the others.

"You should definitely go," Jasper answered smirking.