Chapter 29

I just stayed there, shocked staring at Blake's back, my mind completely blank.

What the hell had just happened?

I got ready to just run after him again, and I don't know apologize or something, but the bell rang, and I had to get to class.

Damn that Blake.

Minutes ago, I was the one furious at him, and now I actually felt guilty for screaming at him like that.

That bitch was so using reverse psychology. And it was fracking working.

I walked to my class, mulling over what Blake had just said, what had just happened.

Was he really serious? Would he stop talking to me? Stop annoying me and borderline stalking me?

But the real question that bothered me the most was, was this really what I wanted?

When I got to my class, I plopped on the first empty seat trying to think about something else, but then, few minutes later, sure thing, Blake walked in the room.

Hmm. I didn't even remember him being in this class with me. Wow. How stupid and unobservant was I really?

He looked sad. If I hadn't believed in the sad eyes before, now I was sold. And the weirdest thing was that he went to talk with Mark and he didn't even seem to notice it.

How could I have not seen this sooner?

Seriously?

"Earth to Lexi," Daphnee said, snapping her fingers in front of my face.

Damn, I hadn't even seen her sit in front of me.

"You staring at the hot football player?" she asked smirking a little.

"I'm not staring," I answered hastily.

"Oh you're sooo staring. Damn, when did this start? I'm here every day for over a year after her last boy toy and then I leave two weeks, two weeks, and that's when my fellow bitch decides to have a fling for the hot jock? I'm hurt."

"Shut up! That's so not what's going on here," I assured her.

"Oh, so there's no emotional attachment, it's strictly a sexual thing?"

"Daphnee, not even funny," I told her, scowling a little but she waved the matter away with her hand.

"Because just so you know, our pimp won't agree with this."

"Thought we were free agents now?" I answered her, trying to change the topic.

"Nope, we're back with a pimp. The business was too slow without him," she said and chuckled a little. "Speaking of our pimp, you're coming with us this weekend we have to go shopping, and I want that box for CD with the Beatles written on it. And I want us to go to that clothes shop I never remember the name of, with the sexy cashier."

"You realize that dude was gay right?" I laughed.

"Yeah, I know, it's not for me, it's for our pimp," she said and smirked a little. "Noticed how he's texting all the time? I had one class with him and that's all he was doing. I'm telling you, that boy is hiding something from us," she whispered to me.

"You mean you think," I trailed not wanting to say it out loud, if people were listening.

Except for me, Vanessa, Daphnee, and his parents, no one knew about Alex's real orientation, and I wasn't going to be the one making him come out of the closet.

"I don't see any other reason," she trailed and then the teacher started to speak, so I focussed my attention in front.

But my mind really wasn't setting on logarithmic. That was actually the last thing I could think about right now.

Sure, I had noticed Alex's texting. But a boyfriend?

Before, I'm sure I would have been freaking out, or mad, or sad, even jealous maybe, but right now, it didn't even bother me slightly. All that bothered me was that damn Running-Back Boy, being a fracking baby. He hadn't the right to stop our argument. I wasn't done.

I spent the whole freaking period mentally cursing Blake for making me feel guilty for being mad at him, and for actually making me care. The more I thought about it and the more I got mad with myself. Why did I even care? Wasn't that what I wanted? No Blake?

That angering prick!

And Daphnee in front, seemed to find much amusement in my public scowling, which pissed me off even more.

When the class finally ended, I tried to catch up with Blake but he just left the room in a hurry. I wasn't going to give up so quickly so I followed him, calling his name, but he didn't even turn and walked into the football locker rooms and the coach gave me a don't-you-think-you-can-walk-in-there stares preventing me from just walking in.

Damn it!

So I just dragged myself to the cafeteria, waited an eternity in line and then filled my tray with as much food as it could contain, still scowling a bit, before joining the boys at their table.

While I sat, Connor started to speak, "Man, did you see the scene Blake made?" he asked Dwayne.

Why the hell would they be talking about this with me here? That was kinda mean.

"Hell yeah! Oh my god, I've never seen him so mad. And Stacey looked ready to murder him. God, I looooove high school dramaaaa," Dwayne sang the last word.

Stacey? What the hell? Weren't they talking about my shouting with Blake?

"What are you guys talking about?" I frowned.

"Didn't you hear about it? At the break, Blake just dropped in front of Stacey and started to argue. That was the most hilarious thing I've ever seen." Connor said.

Why Blake would have actually gone to yell at Stacey? Was it because of the library deal? Was it because of me?

For some twisted reason, that thought made me want to smile. And made me completely unable to be mad at him now.

Stupid little bitch.

The guys kept talking around but I stopped listening to them.

If Blake had done that because of me that had to mean that he hadn't really meant the no talking to me again thing? Right?

Or maybe that had nothing to do with me. He wasn't on the best of terms with Stacey after all.

And maybe I was just better off without a Blake in my life, it would just make things simpler.

"You got something on your mind Kitty," Alex stated beside me.

"Hmm? No, no everything's fine," I mumbled and sipped on my Pepsi.

"Can't fool me Kitty," Alex smiled

"And you can't fool me," I told him, smiling a little too.

Alex looked taken aback by what I had just said, so I just patted his cheek and got back on my feet, my now empty tray in my hands.

Damn, how fast had I eaten?

"Wait up Kitty! What was that suppose to mean?" Alex asked, following me.

"What? Should it mean something?" I asked sheepishly.

"Kitty!"

"We'll talk about it later alright, and not here," I told him and then walked to my locker to get my things for the next class.

The rest of the afternoon went by without my noticing. I was too caught up in my head.

I should really focus on my classes, that was just dumb on my behalf. I really didn't need to fail.

Each class Blake was in, each time he got in a few seconds before the bell and sat as far as possible from me.

Why did this annoy me so much? Last week, at this date, I wouldn't have even noticed him entering.

I was so stupid.

When the final bell rang, Blake disappeared and I didn't get to talk to him.

What would I have said to him?

Sorry for screaming at you? I doubt that would be enough, right?

Because something was up with Blake. That much was obvious. The question was what was wrong with the sexy boy? And why did I care?

And had I just mentally called him sexy?

Oh god. I have serious problem now.

"Huh, Lexi, you just drove past our house," Tyler trailed beside me and I was shocked to realize I was actually driving and already home.

Okay something was definitely wrong right now.

"Crap, sorry about that," I mumbled and turned into one of our neighbours parking and drove back to the house.

"Don't worry. Oh and, with everything that's going on at home, you know it would just be unnecessary to mention the punching incident to Dad, since, you know, Blake took care of it," Ty trailed.

"Sneaky little prick," I snorted, but still agreed with him.

But that just made me think more about fracking Blake. What had he done to get Ty out of trouble? Bribed the principal? I knew Blake basically ruled the school with his social status and all, but the principal?

I walked in the house, still thinking about Blake. This was getting into a problem. I had been thinking about him all day.

And it didn't stop by my getting home.

I just kept thinking.

After everything, I knew that Blake wasn't a total jerk. That much was obvious. I also knew I had fun with him, actual fun. He made me laugh.

But, Blake was still an ass most of the time. I came to that conclusion while washing the dishes after dinner.

And then another thing was clear. Even though there had been the two seconds, and even though the boy was undeniably sexy, like really, really hot, dreamingly hot... Okay snap out of it Lexi. So even with that, I knew for a fact that Blake and I, that wouldn't happen, ever.

Because Blake was a player. And even though he seemed to kinda care about me, I was sure it had nothing to do with liking me. He might enjoy annoying me, but that was pretty much it.

By then, I was in my bed, and trying to fall asleep, but I was failing miserably. I just kept tossing and turning, and thinking.

So even if Blake and I didn't have a chance at anything romantic, I also knew that I actually wanted to be friends with him.

I didn't want to go back to not noticing him.

So that was my final decision.

I didn't want for things to go back, and I actually wanted to be friends with Blake. Playfully arguing with him had been the most fun thing I had in a while. I didn't want to lose that.

But what was I supposed to do now?

I turned again in my bed, and my eyes fell on my clock.

2:13.

And just like that I knew what to do.

I got up and took my cellphone out of my bag, finding Blake's number and then texted, If I showed up at your window naked, RIGHT NOW, what would you do? and sent it to him.

Now that was bound to make him reply.

I just hoped he wasn't asleep.

And then, few seconds later, before I even had time to worry, I got an answer I'd throw rocks at you. Multiple shapes and cuts. A lot of them!

Alright, that wasn't so bad. I could work with that.

And then you'd have sex with my lifeless body? Blake, I thought you weren't into necrophilia! I sent him.

Seconds later, I got another answer. Whatever you're trying woman, it won't work, don't you remember I'm a double agent, I was train to endure torture!

For a few breaths, I stared at the screen wondering what I should do now, and then I pressed the call button and waited to hear Blake's sexy deep voice.

"You've reach Blake's voice hatemails, scream at him after the beep anyway he doesn't give a shit, BEEEP," Blake greeted me.

"I'm sorry Blake," I just said, my voice sincere. I really was sorry.

"No, you're not," Blake snorted.

"I really am. I'm serious. God, you think I'd call you at 2 in the morning if I wasn't?"

"Yeah, just to torture me a bit more."

"You're just using reverse psychology," I stated.

And that was true. The boy had made me feel bad, by being the one mad.

"Hey, a guy's gotta use every weapon he has," Blake said, and for one second I could actually believe he was smirking a little right now.

"I'm sorry Blake," I told him again, my voice low, because I really was. I didn't want to hurt him that much was clear in my mind.

Blake was silent for a few seconds. "I'm sorry too," he whispered. "Want me to talk to the wanna-be Dolores Umbridge of our library? Get you your job back?" he offered, and I almost jumped up and down.

Oh yeah, Blake was back.

"No, I don't want to go there anymore. Not with the way she spoke to me. Anyway, your shouting at Stacey pretty much did all the revenge I needed," I said, smirking a little now.

"You heard about that?" Blake laughed.

"Of course I did."

"Aw Pumpkin, you gotta stop stalking me like that you know, it's not good for both of us," Blake said, still laughing a little.

"I'll try to remember that," I laughed too.

"Alright go to sleep Pumpkin, you sound tired," Blake said, but he was the one yawning on the other side of the line

"Fine. So, you forgive my freaking out?" I asked him, to make sure.

"Sure I do" Blake answered me.

"Friends?"

"Yeah, friends."

"You got to sleep too now."

"Sorry I can't, I just woke my whore up. Gotta use her up till she's knocked out again," Blake replied mischievously.

"That's just gross Blake," I said and rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see it.

"Please, you missed me," Blake stated and now I was sure he was smirking.

"Please, I can survive without you."

"No, you can't. I should know, I've seen a documentary on it," Blake laughed.

"Did that documentary also showed that when Blake is being delusional, he gets a kick in the crotch?"

Blake didn't answer, he just laughed.

"Alright, try not to dream too much about me Pumpkin," Blake finally said.

"Don't worry about it," I answered and then hung up and went back in my bed, finally able to fall asleep, a small smile playing at the edge of my lips.

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Hello my little Pumpkins. All is well in Blake and Lexi land! :P

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