Mischief

Chapter Ten

Blaine

My phone starts ringing and as soon as I look at the screen I'm confused.

Unknown Caller ID

Who's calling me? I answer the incoming call and bring the device up to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Blaine? Is that you?"  It's a very high pitched and shaky voice. And it sounds vaguely familiar.

"Who's this?"

"Blaine, honey, I need you to listen to me." Honey? Is that my mother?

"Mom?"

"Yes, oh god Blaine yes it's me. I need a favour okay?" 

"What is it?"

"I need you to meet me in Malibu tomorrow afternoon." Malibu? Why the fuck does she want me to meet her in Malibu?

"For what?"

"Please honey. I need to see you. I want to see you." My mother, who left me at such a young age I don't even remember her appearance other than brunette hair and blue eyes like mine. She wants to see me. My mother wants to see me. I haven't seen her in so long. Years. I have to. I can't say no.

"Okay."

"Oh thank you honey. Thank you." I hang up. I think if I listen to her squeaky and jittery voice any longer then I will change my mind and block her out. This is going to be a long day.

***

There's a banging on my door. Who's at my door? If this is another person I haven't seen since childhood then I don't want to open it. The banging continues, growing louder every second.

"Open the fuck up man!" Oh. It's JJ. I open the door for him and he trudged inside with a bloody face and hunched over holding his side.

"What the fuck happened to you?"

"Robert Fletcher happened to me." Robert Fletcher is a guy that went to college with JJ before they both dropped out. They used to be closer than ever before Robert got a girlfriend and started to drift away from JJ.

"What did you to him?"

"I fucked his girlfriend."

"Then you deserve it."

"You're meant to be on my side!"

"You're not supposed to sleep with girls in a relationship."

"Dick."

"Well, I have no idea how to do stitches."

"Me either...oh! I know someone that can do stitches." He pulls out his phone and starts clicking on the little screen. Moments later he shuts it off and it's back in his pocket. "She's on her way." She?

"Who?"

"LuLu." Fuck. My. Life.

***

"Hold still!" Luella has a needle and is about to puncture JJ's skin with it but he keeps thrashing about.

"It's hard to do that when you've got a fucking needle next to my eye!"

"Do you want me to stitch up your wounds or should I let you bleed to death?"

"Fine. But be quick."

"I'll try my best." She's about to do it when JJ interrupts her once again.

"Wait! Will it hurt?"

"Stop being such a big baby. But no, I put numbing cream on it."

"Okay."

"Ready?" He nods his head and she starts stitching up his face. He sucks in a sharp breath through clenched teeth but he handles it really well. JJ has always been a badass and he's been getting stitches all his life.

***

"All done." Luella wets a face cloth with warm water and starts cleaning around JJ's wounds.

"Thank you. I better head off now though."

"Alright. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye guys." JJ leaves and it's just me and Luella left. She's cleaning up all of the supplies she used to nurse JJ. I start towards her and place both hands on the counter either side of her small body. Her breath hitches and she knows I heard it because she plays it off.

"What are you doing Blaine?" She spins around and our faces are closer than I anticipated. If I leaned forward we'd be kissing. Not that I'd mind. "Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Looking at me like that. Get the fuck off of me."

"No thanks."

"Excuse me?"

"No."

"Get off."

"Tell me what's up with you."

"What do you mean?"

"Tell me why you're so against falling for me."

"I'm not talking about this with you."

"Oh come on."

"No. I came here to help JJ and I did that. Now let me leave."

"What if I don't want you to leave?"

"I don't care what you want!" She ducks down low to the floor and crawls underneath my arms, rushing out of the bathroom. I follow after her and the last thing I see of her is her foot retreating through the front door.

This girl is driving me fucking mad and she doesn't even try.