His Lovely Delinquent *EDITING*

18. Running With Density

Am I too predictable ? :( *sighs* It's almost over though so I'm thankful. I haven't paid as much attention to this as any of my others so I know it isn't as good but I'm glad other people still like it :) 
Oh and I forgot to say before--to anyone in the Southern Hemisphere, Happy New Years Eve :)

Dedication goes to: halfbreed
Song at the side: Lover of the Light
Picture at the side: Blake with BLONDE hair :) 


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  18. Running With Density  

Noah’s POV

“Blake…” I said, dragging her name on my tongue like it was the last time I’d be saying it. I think every sentence I’d been saying for the past ten minutes included her name.

I knew it was Blake, even when she was still acting like she didn’t know me.

It surprised me that she stopped walking away when I told her that she wasn’t to leave me again. It surprised me that she turned around with such sad eyes, nodded and asked if we—Sam, Bailey and I to have coffee with her and Elijah.

It was then that I was reminded of Bailey. Sam’s daughter.

The thing is, Sam was a teenage mother. Her boyfriend knocked her up and they were together until he cheated on her—the reason why she moved from California to New York—and she brought her three year old daughter with her out into the city. Sam didn’t tell me about Bailey until our sixth date which I thought was a little weird…the night I had sex with Sam was also the night that she told me about Bailey and I about Blake.

In a way, we were even and couldn’t create retorts for each other.

Blake sat there, her head tilting every two minutes or so, just studying me. Sam and Bailey went to the restroom about four minutes ago…not that I was keeping time but Eli sure was. I turned my eyes to the adorable little boy and just stared at him. Sam eyes turned hard and frantic whenever she turned to Eli who noticed and turned, obviously whimpering to his mother who tried—as sweetly as she could—to glare at Sam.

There was another thing I wasn’t used to.

Sam being a teenage mother was one thing…even if I did like Bailey.

But this…this was Blake. Blake with blonde hair, a sweeter, softer attitude. A motherly Blake. Eli’s mother. It surprised me how she interacted with him; acting as if he were the most important child in the world. I should have been jealous but I wasn’t…I was proud of her. the thing was, I was jealous that she had a child.

A child that wasn’t mine.

A part of me was widely deluded—in my teenage years—that Blake would be pregnant with my kid. It’s not a thought that a normal teenage boy would have but I wasn’t normal—I lived life on the fast lane during those times so obviously, I thought more about the future than anything. To be honest, I was still taking in the fact that Blake was just within my reach, tangible, there and…alive.

Still, I couldn’t find it in myself to form a sentence…every time I spoke I’d stutter, forgetting the sentence I formed in my mind. Beside Blake, Eli sighed, whining about how tired he was and her eyes flickered away from mine, instantly softening as she laid it on him.

Well there was no mistaking she loved this kid…

“Elijah and I should leave.” She said suddenly.

“Wait…no. We haven’t spoken yet.” I said, “Please, you don’t understand…I didn’t believe it when they said you were gone.”

“You were in denial.” She said sharply.