Ten

by Swimmercat

Summary:

Based on the prompt: "You are a teenager with the ability to measure how "Dangerous" people are on a scale of 1-10 just by looking at them. A normal child would be a 1, while a trained man with an assault rifle would be a 7. Today, you notice the unassuming new kid at school measures a 10."

Notes:

Okay so I've tackled this before and ended up deleting it because I was not happy with it but now that school is out I'm hoping to spend so much more time writing, and I'd love if you guys left comments of what you think of the story so far, and constructive criticism is welcomed but hate comments will be deleted, thankyou and I love you guys!!!

Chapter 1

Here’s the thing, he didn’t even realize what the numbers on random peoples foreheads meant until about six months ago when he saw someone who measures an 8 on the news for robbing a bank, and considering he saw him two hours before the bank heist Bellamy thought it was highly likely his measurement had something to do with that. Since then Bellamy has basically avoided looking at anyone he doesn’t know in the face, sometimes there’s the occasional measurement of one or two when a student plans to cheat on his or her test but he hasn’t seen any high measurements since the bank robber. He thought he could do this, he could live with this weird gift he has, that was until he was staring at the new student in his class. In retrospect she was cute and he’d probably try to flirt with her if it wasn’t for the ten on her forehead in bold print that only he could see.

He must have blacked out temporarily passed out in fear, shock, or dread whatever save his ego, but when he came to all he could see was the cute blondes pearly whites staring back at him.

“Hi, My name is Clarke, Principal Kane told me to find you so you could show me to my first class.” She said way to cheery to be a real high school student, she must be a murderous robot, he thought to himself.

He grunted in response already walking away to their shared English class, earning him an eyebrow raise and a slightly pissed head turn.

“Great, thanks, asshole.” She muttered to herself already planning how to avoid him at all costs.

“This is our class, talk to the teacher about anything else, princess.” Bellamy said in a slightly condescending tone that irked Clarke to no extent.

“I told you my name, it’s Clarke, not princess, it’d be wise to not call me that again, you dick”

“ My name is not Dick, while my dick is impressive I wasn’t named after it, princess, the names Bellamy and it’d be wise to go to class now.” Bellamy said with an eye roll Right as Clarke was about to fire back their teacher came in writing on the whiteboard Mr. Sinclair. She huffed out a breath already pissed off before her mission even began.