Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
— bellamy when he tells you what to do. you were always one to follow your own rules. you didn't like being told what to do, or how to do something. you absolutely hated it. so when you were instructing others on building the wall, you didn't enjoy it when bellamy blake decided to do the same to you.
you were telling a teenage delinquent to gather up some thick sticks to add to the wall, when bellamy commanded you to do the same. a cocky smirk was painted across his face, like a manifestation of an egotistical masterpiece. a masterpiece that made you stop in your tracks and part your lips slightly. you were frozen for a slow moment, stuck in some sort of trance, before you shook your head free of any thoughts and sarcastically smiled at him.
"sorry, pretty boy, but i don't follow orders from you." you told him, pursing your lips.
he smirked some more. "why not, princess?"
"because i'm not like you. i'm not some hot guy who only cares about his own cocky self. i get things done." you answered, amusement evident in your voice.
