The Guy Behind the Letters

Chapter 2- Blake

Chapter 2- Blake Crawford

My investigation gave a very sudden turn one day when I was walking to class. I was very late and I wasn't watching my step, so I accidentally bumped into Blake Crawford.

Blake Crawford is the typical troublemaker, friends with everyone, and who doesn't give a crap about school or rules. He was wearing a leather jacket and he smelled like he had been smoking. When I bumped into him I made him throw away his books, I didn't even try to help him, I was too busy staring, he was so hot. Like, RIDICULOUSLY hot. He started mumbling something and then he stood up, he stared at me for a good second before saying.

-Well, thank you very much for your help-

-Sorry, I just-

-Don't worry, I'm kidding. I'm Blake-

-I know (Crap, we have never really spoken before, this sounds creepy). I mean... I'm Sadie.

-I know...-

We kinda just stood there awkwardly for a second before I remembered I was late to class.

-Class! Sorry, I'm late! Nice talking to you.-

Before I started running in the opposite direction I noticed that one of the books he was carrying was, please, make your guess. WRITTEN BY HEMINGWAY. I didn't even know this guy could read! Much less have good taste. Great, now the hot trouble boy was on my list. How did this even happen?

Of course, after this little incident, I was late for class, and I got detention, which was at 4 pm. It was now 3:55 and I was sitting in the detention designated room, waiting for the teacher to arrive. As I was trying to make the time pass I notice there were not many people in detention. There was a girl from my history class, a freshmen kid, a senior that looked like he was about twenty years old, and of course, myself. 4:01 the teacher arrived, he started taking assistance when he said something I wasn't quite expecting.

-Crawford, Blake-

Everybody was silent.

-I said CRAWFORD, BLAKE.-

And just like that, as if he had been summoned, Blake Crawford entered the room saying "Here". The teacher was furious, but he didn't say anything other than –"Take a seat behind miss Williams (That's ME by the way).- Crap, now that's embarrassing. He took the seat behind me without saying anything, only smirking a tiny smile at me, barely noticeable. As time started to pass I heard a whisper,

-Thanks for the detention, Williams.-

I couldn't be more confused.

-Pardon me?-

-I was late this morning and I got detention.-

-Oh I'm so sorry!-

-No worries, I'm just messing with you.-

This guy really likes to mess with me. Annoying.

We went silent until detention finished and then as I was leaving he went

-Bye Williams- And he did a military farewell to mock me.

Of course, I did it back.

The next day I received another letter from Hemingway

"My dear Overwatch,

I'm sorry I've been quiet for the last couple of days, I have been very busy studying. I have a question for you, What would your perfect day be? Mine would be a day exploring the city, maybe going to a café and stargazing at night. Sounds cliché, I know. Don't know what to say, I'm that kind of guy. Maybe we could go stargazing together someday, I think you would like it.

Sincerely,

Hemingway."

Well, I wasn't expecting a letter like that. This is a new side of Hemingway. This doesn't sound at all like the pain in the ass that is Blake Crawford, it is a lot more like Ethan Mikaelson. But then, the other letters revealed a much more mischievous personality. Who could it be?

"Dear Hem,

My perfect day would be an amusement park, I love that kind of stuff. Then maybe a really cheap and crappy pizza and listen to some loud music as I drive through the night. I'm also a little cliché, so no judging. I feel like I'm really close to figuring out who you are, I'm just checking the last few details, you know, just in case.

My dearest goodbyes,

Overwatch."

I feel like Hemingway understands me so well, and he doesn't even know me. I also feel like I know him, the parts of him that he keeps to himself, but on the other hand, I feel I couldn't be further from knowing who he is. I have to settle this, I know Hemingway, but I don't know either Ethan or Blake. Maybe that's it. Maybe I need to get to know them.